maybe it's a mom thing?

when i was 19 years old and in the fall quarter of my sophomore year in college my mom called me on the phone and announced that we weren't "doing" thanksgiving that year.  she and my dad had decided to spend the week of thanksgiving on vacation on some south carolina island i had never heard of, with some friends of theirs.  i was informed that i would be spending my thanksgiving holiday in atlanta with my brother who was in the fall quarter of his junior year.  ummm...ok.

needless to say in the subsequent years since then my parents have made it their tradition to continue going to this south carolina island for thanksgiving.  while my brother has been in attendance with them a few times, i have never lived close enough to make it a weekend jaunt...nor have i ever really been invited.

this year, some time in october, i found myself again in conversation with my mom regarding the thanksgiving holiday.  this year they had decided to do something a little different.  on my mom's list of things she would like to do before she dies, is spending thanksgiving in new york city.  she's always wanted to see the parade in person, to see the lighting of the macy's tree, to watch the city come alive with all things christmas and to see a broadway show while she's at it.  well shit, who doesn't have that on their list of things to do before they die?!  but my mom is a very blessed woman who at this point in her life is getting to do a lot of the things on her list...and i think that's pretty great.  but that's not really what this story is about.

when she told me they would be in new york i suddenly got really excited. i hadn't spent thanksgiving with them since i was 18 and i assumed that because they would be so close (a whole two hours away), that i would be invited.  right?  one would think that the consistent open invitation to my brother in south carolina would then be extended to me in new york, right? wrong.

so today i'm on the phone with my mom and she's telling me all about her trip to new york and how much fun she had doing all the things she wanted to do. (well, except for the broadway show, the writer's strike kind of put that on hold.) i was genuinely excited for her and did a pretty damn good job of keeping any residual bitterness in check.  then she informed me that they had such a good time this may become their new tradition..."and one of these years we're going to come to your house for thanksgiving and then pick up baby girl and bring her down to new york for the rockefeller show."

just to be clear, i don't do thanksgiving at my house...that's only happened twice in the last thirteen years.  it has become my tradition to make the drive to vermont and spend that holiday with my in-laws.  so my response was something like, "ummm, mom, you know i don't do thanksgiving at my house."

 
mom - "i know, but you could one year."

me - "ummm, no. i do something else for thanksgiving. i don't have it at my house."

mom - "yeah, but you could if we were coming and wanted to bring baby girl to the city for a show, right?"

me - "ummm, no. and if i remember correctly you were the one that left me to fend for myself those many years ago...and i do something else now."

mom - "i left you to fend for yourself? you were the one who never wanted to come when we asked you."  WHAT?!  when did THAT happen?!

*sigh*...a mother's selective memory.  it's a beautiful thing, i can't wait to use it!

the fuz and me.

i think you know you're really friends with some one when you can call them up and ask them to pick you up a new purple dildo from the porn store on their way over to your place later to watch football. i think it's safe to say you might really be friends if that person knows in fact which dildo to pick up that would indeed be a suitable replacement for the one you just broke in half in the shower. just sayin'.

internal monologue

tonight with a smile, i was thinking to myself, “one day i want to be a writer.”
and tonight, a little voice answered back, “but i’m sure you already are.”
and i thought, “how nice that she thinks so.”

a new chapter?

huh...suddenly i don't have to go to work today. it feels weird.