Thanks?

We're all wondering about that previous post. Well, I went back to sleep (tentatively) and woke up with blacker circles under my eyes than should have been there, considering I went to bed at seven o'clock the night before and woke up at eight-thirty in the morning. Perfect start to Thanksgiving. Perhaps my music is becoming a wall for me, a sort of tonic, shield, a bit of protection. I slept with my music on last night, and woke up in considerably better condition than that night. Even though, for the most part, I get less sleep when I have music playing in my consciousness, it still helps. *smiles*

Thanksgiving wasn't too bad, for the most part, despite the rough beginning I had. My family all went to my aunt's tiny house, instead of my grandparent's house, because my grandmother is just too tired to want to entertain anymore. I saw my little blonde cousin (at nine years old) all dressed up in her black velvet and gold taffeta dress, running around with sticks from her backyard. I also got to see my other aunt, who's always away, and her three little boys. They're are so spoiled, so very attached to their mother and chocolate milk. The real kind. From the store. *laughs* I can't wait to see how they grow up. *smiles* Though I am family and shouldn't play favorites, I still like the eldest one best (he's eight), I know he's going to be absolutely adorable when he grows up, with his dark hair and grey eyes. He'll break a lot of hearts, that's for sure. *chuckles* The middle one is somewhere around four years old, extremely attached to his mother, and has the best smile. In a way, he sort of reminds me of a blond Emmett Cullen off the twilight series. He'll be great when he's older, but for now, yikes. Lol. And the youngest is just too young to tell anything out of that. I don't know. My twenty year-old brother, his son and eighteen year old fiancee, dropped by for an hour or so before going to spend the day with her family *rolls eyes*, so we got to see my little nephew. It's funny, he's about two years younger than my four year old cousin, and yet he's just as tall. *grins* He's also about ten times more well behaved, such a little mature gentleman, which is shocking considering who his parents are. *looks ashamed* Okay, I'll play nice-ish, I suppose. *sighs*

Dinner was an interesting affair. I'm sure my aunt wouldn't have been able to finish the entire thing in time if my grandma and I hadn't lent our expertise. *laughs at the silly phrase* I made the potatoes, burned my hand a bit on the handle of a skillet, and served the rest of the family at the tiny table so poorly that I'm sure if I was a waitress, I wouldn't have gotten a tip. Lol.

Despite my frustration with my hair while it's still wet, somehow I can still get it to curl beautifully in the end. *laughs* Or at least, that was the case yesterday. Maybe I won't have to give up the curls when it gets longer. *grins hopefully, rolls eyes*

The one thing that really annoyed me (besides the lack of corn) was the fact that my aunt's entire house was already decorated for Christmas, and if I know her, has been for a while. *rolls eyes* What is it about this year? Everyone has decided to skip Thanksgiving. Downtown has been decorated for Christmas for weeks now, the stores have been selling for Christmas for at least a month. The whole world went from Halloween straight to St. Nick. *growls in frustration* It's sad how far we've gone in demeaning the true spirit of holidays, leaving it a consumer spree rather than a time to spend with family. *shakes head, sighs*

Overall, it was nice. It felt a bit reminiscent of Christmas rather than Thanksgiving, we didn't have a wishbone, and my aunt's eldest son (yeah, the one I love so much) well, he spent the time after dinner playing dress up with my other's aunt's daughter. He looked especially dashing in the blue dress, which went very well with his pale complexion. *grins* We asked my aunt if his father knew about this whole cross-dressing thing, and she said with a smile "What happens in -- stays in --." *laughs* We have some lovely pictures with which to torture him when he gets older. *nods*

Ahh, you gotta love family.