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Nov. 29th, 2013 05:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)

My little brother was explaining how his street name is Boba Fett. No doubt.
I ran into that dude at my mom's house and I immediately felt like I was in a dream or just drunk, some strange alteration came over me and I was happy and calm, Thanksgiving was going to work out. By the end of the night during this picture, I think we put it together that it's been 4 years since we've done T-Giving together? It was good. Cousins all around - for the first time ever I think the whole football fandom was outnumbered - we had post-dinner Mythbusters. Funny.

One of these things? Not like the others. You understand I'm not disappointed in the slightest, but sometimes I think it'd be neat if my kid looked like the rest of us. Well, more like the rest of us.

She does resemble my little, blurry, Loch-Ness Mother though, there's that.
I want to reiterate what a good time it was. I couldn't help thinking about how I'd like it if we did this on the weekly, or at least the monthly. I got hung up on notions and realized that I gotta buy a house. It's coming I guess. I need to have people in the house and smells, and maybe a fire, candles at least. Coffee always brewing, cookies present. It's down the road a ways, I'm on the path, no concerns, just time.

Of the things, I miss Tante Liza the most- having her as my neighbor, I miss having her always around, never quite understanding what she's saying.
I got to my folks' house early and my pop wanted to show me stuff on the internet, videos. He got confused and didn't realize that he'd been watching Arabic national geographic. We talked in a really good way- like, we had some moments. And at the end he dropped me and Agatha off at our house and we talked all the way there and he told stories about the old country - the time his father got arrested for selling salt for 1 piaster too much - 10 months in the village jail. Rascals, Scoundrels and Cheaters - those are my people. Also, careless about things lesser people care about a lot. Anyhow - we talked and it was... Great. "The difference between me and my father was that he was always mad at me because he didn't want people to talk about him, but I was always mad at you because I was worried just about you."
Look - I don't remember it that way. It doesn't matter though - it's just a thing you hear and are happy to have heard. And truth? If I'd done what he wanted? Exactly? I mean, I'd probably have retired from professional football in some 3rd string nothing position into having a car-dealership by now - so there is that. All the same, I got no regrets.

Anyhow, I got to hold my little niece who growls uncommonly, wears a leopard print barbarian vest and tiny gold shoes. That was awesome. She's a Top Baby. Top Baby.
And the best thing! We somehow all dodged that nonsense where you're supposed to say something you're thankful about. God I hated that. A non-exhaustive list of things I've been thankful for:
The 22nd Amendment to the Constitution (back in 2004)
That I only have to do this Once a Year
That I get to go before my brother
That I haven't collapsed into a neutron star
That my enemies are all cowards
That no one has yet been able to stop me

For posterity.
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Date: 2013-11-30 05:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-30 02:52 pm (UTC)He grabbed me and said - "When's the last time someone picked you up!"
I said "Not today" and it was true.
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Date: 2013-11-30 02:51 pm (UTC)The Next One Will Be. /Wizards.
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