Deeper Thoughts & Inner Weirdom 2
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vaping some RY4 I mixed up last night. It is one of the first flavors I started out with and hadn't tasted it in a long time. It is yummy!
Happy turkey day ProVi peeps!
Happy turkey day ProVi peeps!
Um. it looks like a highly decorated penis made of POO but whatever it IS I am not putting that in my mouth.
@Kn0ttYFive you should be ashamed of yourself. Ugh. It has veins and well... everything.
Annna
SO TRUE:
Have I told the flying turkey story yet? Well, I might as well. My mom had this RULE like NO one could eat anything the day of thanksgiving and she was not a BAD cook but not really a good one, dude. She also seemed to find it stressful. So did we.
So, at some point in the not eating/cooking process she and my sis snuck off to the garage to drink Champagne (I should note my sis was under age.) My mom, who has been to half an Al-anon meeting thought it might tempt me (which it does note. ETOH is everywhere you just have to decide not to drink it.) In fact, my first sober job was waiting tables and bartending, but I DIGRESS.
So there they were, somewhat tipsy (I wish I had known) and my mom was like taking a long time and I was STARVING dude, so hungry. So I was taking like little pieces of the salad out thinking like, "Will it be 2 hours late like usual?" Only then my mother SLAPPED my hand. It was not a gentle tap, but not really enough to leave bruises. I was like, "Mom I am 23 years old, besides which hitting is not okay. You are old now, you should understand this." (My mom had this incredible temper, like she once broke a violin bow over my little brother's head. That's like, NOT cool, and also very expensive but she'd have these sudden lapses of self control.
Soo.... I was like "Mom, you need to apologize."
She was like "OH, it was just a gentle TAP."
"I don't care what you call it, it's not okay I am 23 years old and when you hit me when I was TWO probably0( OR shoved me backward into a glass cabinet (I have always wondered if that was really my brother, probably) you need to stop it. And you need to apologize."
The whole time this escalated my poor little sis was going, "Anna. Please stop. Stop. Please stop." Kinda under her breath,.
So like, I said, "Well if this is Thanksgiving this year, I am going to elect not to participate."
So my mom (Without warning) pulled the (well cooked as it happened) turkey out of the oven and HURLED it at the wall. Then she exited the kitchen and like OMG my poor sister started crying and washing turkey juice off the wall. I just looked at everyone and said, "I am going to an AA meeting."
It was great, I mean I have the best "dead dog" (boasting about bad things happening) thanksgiving story ever.
I wish I'd known about the booze, I would have grabbed my sis, taken her to the meeting and like, taken her to eat afterward.
I also might have waited to discuss my mom's hitting habit with her.
My favorite part of this story is, many decades later, like my mom was doing an "amends tour" where she apologized for her misdeeds and like, told us we were great. She's not very good at it.
So my sis, my mom was like, "I can't think of too much to apologize to you for." My sis who HATED this little tour was like, "It's her deal, not mine." So there was silence for a while and then my mom said, "Well, one time I shoved your face into a plate of mashed potatoes." My sis was like, "Well, I have absolutely ZERO memory of that, so thanks mom." After some silence, my mom was like, "Maybe there are things YOU feel you want ME to apologize for."
My sister was like, "Well you could apologize for ruining turkey for me forever that was awful.'
My mom was like.... "Yes. That is true. But, YOU came to the garage with me to drink alcohol also. You are ALSO partly to blame."
Kid was like, 17. "You are also partly to blame."
That is my favorite line my mom ever said EVER EVER EVER.
LOL
Anna
Have I told the flying turkey story yet? Well, I might as well. My mom had this RULE like NO one could eat anything the day of thanksgiving and she was not a BAD cook but not really a good one, dude. She also seemed to find it stressful. So did we.
So, at some point in the not eating/cooking process she and my sis snuck off to the garage to drink Champagne (I should note my sis was under age.) My mom, who has been to half an Al-anon meeting thought it might tempt me (which it does note. ETOH is everywhere you just have to decide not to drink it.) In fact, my first sober job was waiting tables and bartending, but I DIGRESS.
So there they were, somewhat tipsy (I wish I had known) and my mom was like taking a long time and I was STARVING dude, so hungry. So I was taking like little pieces of the salad out thinking like, "Will it be 2 hours late like usual?" Only then my mother SLAPPED my hand. It was not a gentle tap, but not really enough to leave bruises. I was like, "Mom I am 23 years old, besides which hitting is not okay. You are old now, you should understand this." (My mom had this incredible temper, like she once broke a violin bow over my little brother's head. That's like, NOT cool, and also very expensive but she'd have these sudden lapses of self control.
Soo.... I was like "Mom, you need to apologize."
She was like "OH, it was just a gentle TAP."
"I don't care what you call it, it's not okay I am 23 years old and when you hit me when I was TWO probably0( OR shoved me backward into a glass cabinet (I have always wondered if that was really my brother, probably) you need to stop it. And you need to apologize."
The whole time this escalated my poor little sis was going, "Anna. Please stop. Stop. Please stop." Kinda under her breath,.
So like, I said, "Well if this is Thanksgiving this year, I am going to elect not to participate."
So my mom (Without warning) pulled the (well cooked as it happened) turkey out of the oven and HURLED it at the wall. Then she exited the kitchen and like OMG my poor sister started crying and washing turkey juice off the wall. I just looked at everyone and said, "I am going to an AA meeting."
It was great, I mean I have the best "dead dog" (boasting about bad things happening) thanksgiving story ever.
I wish I'd known about the booze, I would have grabbed my sis, taken her to the meeting and like, taken her to eat afterward.
I also might have waited to discuss my mom's hitting habit with her.
My favorite part of this story is, many decades later, like my mom was doing an "amends tour" where she apologized for her misdeeds and like, told us we were great. She's not very good at it.
So my sis, my mom was like, "I can't think of too much to apologize to you for." My sis who HATED this little tour was like, "It's her deal, not mine." So there was silence for a while and then my mom said, "Well, one time I shoved your face into a plate of mashed potatoes." My sis was like, "Well, I have absolutely ZERO memory of that, so thanks mom." After some silence, my mom was like, "Maybe there are things YOU feel you want ME to apologize for."
My sister was like, "Well you could apologize for ruining turkey for me forever that was awful.'
My mom was like.... "Yes. That is true. But, YOU came to the garage with me to drink alcohol also. You are ALSO partly to blame."
Kid was like, 17. "You are also partly to blame."
That is my favorite line my mom ever said EVER EVER EVER.
LOL
Anna
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