Different things ...

It was an odd Thanksgiving this year. First, it was only the kidlet and I because Lauren and BJ decided to go hunting in Canada. Last I heard, they still haven't killed anything. Kidlet and I had Tacos on Thanksgiving day and I finally cooked the bird on Friday. It just didn't feel like Thanksgiving. I am thankful I have a job, my health (so to speak), kidlet is pretty healthy (if we could get rid of her cough), have a roof over our heads, and food in our bellies. What more could we ask for, right? I guess I've always been a bah humbug during holiday times. Even as a kid, I would hide in the closet and only come out under duress or when my Mom dragged me out by the arm thus feeling as if my shoulder had come undone. Christmas is the worst by far. I just don't like it. It's never been my dream Christmas where the family all comes together and actually enjoys each other's company. I don't talk to my younger sister at all. Older sister, I talk to her, but we aren't as close as we should be. My parents are gone. They weren't exactly the glue to hold us together when they were alive though. I didn't put up a tree last year and if I can get away with it, I won't this year. Fortunately, kidlet hasn't a clue as to which day Christmas falls on and if she doesn't receive a lot of presents, it doesn't bother her. I just want January to get here. NOW. Let's skip December altogether, okay?