Post Turkey Script

Say it with me. Say it loud:

Coming back to work after a holiday sucks giant donkey balls.

That was going to be a poem, but it is so hard to rhyme with ‘loud’. And ‘giant donkey balls’ is so appropriate isn’t it??

I hope everyone had a wonderful Turkey extravaganza, and if you are from the other side of the pond or from north of the border, then I hope you had a completely average week. My Thanksgiving was wonderful, begun with my favorite AA meeting in my hometown. I have not missed a Thanksgiving there since I got sober, it is my original ‘home group’, a place I went to every weekday at 12:30pm for 5 years until I started getting a life and had to work full time…too far away for me to get to the meeting during lunch. I miss it very much, and so going back on Thanksgiving, especially during the past 4 years, has meant even more because I get to see lots of people who were around when I first got sober, and who helped me so very much.

The Turkey Day itself at my parents’ house was warm and full of good food and screaming children, and adults screaming “WHAT?” I was able to take my 94 year old grandmother over to see my new house where thankfully she did not fall on the stairs and she did comment on how I have no bathroom on the first floor. I was able to spend time with my nieces who I hardly ever get to see, and kissed my older niece over and over again even though she said I wasn’t allowed. She didn’t mean it—she laughed and laughed when I kissed her and would kiss me back, and when she would come straight over to me and crawl up in my lap or jump up into my arms so I could hold her, I was in heaven.

On the Day After Turkey, my fiancé, daughter, and Charlie and Cecily went train-riding out in the farm country and had a great time being together. We stopped at a farm where there were pygmy goats out and it quickly became apparent that these animals are used in a petting zoo because they were so tame. We then spotted the BABY pygmy goat and oh-my-god the cuteness!! This little guy was making Cec, my daughter and I squeak like fucking idiots in high-pitched, obnoxious “it’s soooo cuuuuute!!!!” voices. The goats talked with us back and forth, sticking their goaty tongues out at us and looking at us with their freaky goat eyes.

Seriously. Have you ever looked at goat eyes??? They are SCARY. Their pupils are not round, they are like rectangles…straight across the goldish-greenish iris. Their eyes look dead, really…very creepy if you look at them too long.

But I digress. Then we saw the horse. A gorgeous, large grey horse who came over and ate clover out of S.’s hand after Cec showed her how, and who tried to then eat Cecily’s fleece pullover. This horse made Cecily smile, and warmed her heart up, we could see it. She was feeling good for a little while after that, and we were all very grateful and Cec realized she may need to go visit the horses that live nearby her every day or so for a while. She realized she may have found something to help get her through this grief. Ask her to tell you about it…go on, ask her.

Saturday we had lunch with C and C and another friend, Saturday night we bought DVD’s and watched them and I lit the first fire in my own fireplace and it was beautiful. Sunday we drove down to Washington,D.C. with my other lasagna and saw my dear friends and their baby boy.

And today I am back at work and trying not to think about the fact that P. is only here for one more week, or that working a full week after 4 days off really sucks, or that my boss still has not responded to my email this morning asking when she wants to ‘discuss’ with me the time off I am taking (per her request), or how much I hate this company I work for, or the fact that I couldn’t think of anything original to say at the start of this entry and instead resorted to that old standby of ‘giant donkey balls’ (lame, Sarah…so lame).

Right now I am going to just think about the fact that there is less than an hour for me to be here today and then only an hour commute home where my daughter and fiancé are waiting. And that is a fan-fucking-tabulous sight, my friends.

P.S. OH! We saw SpongeBob SquarePants: The Movie on Wed. night! It was superb, funny, sweet, touching, I laughed, I almost cried (seriously, there was a very sad part), I clenched my teeth (scary part) and I left the theater grinning ear to ear. A fully underwater experience, highly recommended in these troubled times. See it more than once. I am totally pre-ordering the DVD.

Comments

[DMouse007]

Glad you had a great break! Totally average week this side of the Atlantic.

And I am still not sold on a Spongebob movie. No way in hell.

[Elise]

That sounds awesome! Except the donkey balls -- right there with you on that one, by the way.

[Liz]

Giant, hairy, scabies-infested, pimply donkey balls. Genital warted, on the ground dragging, wrinkley donkey balls. Stupid back to work. Stupid job.

Feeling for you,

Liz

[kitcat]

ewww. nice image that makes...though despite myself i can't agree more. whose idea was this anyway, you know to work. your thanksgiving sounds lovely and I'm glad everything going so well. remember you will see pete very soon again!
much love,
cat

[joe]

Hmmm, a fellow AAer on the net who talks about their sobriety. I have a blog too and never knew whether or not to talk about it on my blog. Maybe seeing you do it makes it okay. Thanks for all the fantastic reads before I go to work this morning!

Cheers