Thanksgiving(About F---ing Time!)

Hello it's Retro Nerd here! November a time to vote, a time for the air to get
even colder, but to me forget all that other crap because
November to me means Thanksgiving.

My Thanksgiving Story

 I was ten years old the 90s just began and before it hit my grandfather from my mother side died.
August to October were lacking in serious holidays to me.
Sure there was Labor day, but I did not count that as it only last a day(thus the name).
A ten year old going that long without a holiday was excruciating. However after a short relief from candy in October I knew that I will have three holidays back to back which was worth it. Which means I did not have to rely on faking illnesses to get a break. I knew the tell-tell signs that it was close without the use of a calender. The three signs that a holiday was coming are:

There is no stragglers allowed-Mom during Thanksgiving

 1.Mom always stocks the fridge/freezer: This usually happens when it is A: About to snow or B: Holiday. You can usually tell which it is for by paying attention. If you mother buys sage, turkey, sweet potatoes and more it's for Holidays(Crown roast replace turkey during Christmas Time).

I slaved over porcelain all month!

 2. The Dinning room is set weeks in advance: I do not know about you guys but my mother is a perfectionist, and my father lazy. One of my father's jobs besides turkey carving was to set the table. Being lazy, and knowing if it is not just right mom will be mad; Dad started the first week of November, and kept it up until mom was satisfied.

It's the relatives quick hide!

 3. The Relative arrive two days before any holiday: This happens every year when a major holiday arrives all my Cousins, Aunts, Grandparents and Uncles come over two days early, and begin swarming like a hive full of angry bees. Some cook, others take over the three televisions my mother has. I always end up sharing my room with three of my uncles who for some reason pass gas in their sleep. The smell engulfs the room, and I sleep on the floor in the living room. I wake up sore, and cold to the bone.

So to me these things signal a Holiday is near to me. Anyway the arrival of a holiday for a kid made it impossible to sleep well. My dreams filled with rolls, turkey, and cranberry compote but most of all I would be free of school for a while in which I could play. My mother began to stock the fridge and plan the seating arrangement. My little brother followed my mother around, and helped. My little sister helped dad put the finishing touches on the table. After asking permission I left out to go to my friend Edwin's House to play video games. The reason for leaving was I did not want to be dragged into the preparation. After three hours of  Wrestlemania the game in Edwins living room I headed home.

For a kid these brown bags removes fun, and causes chores.

 As soon as I got in mom asked me to take the new groceries out of the car, and put each item in it's place, and out of the bags. My mom had to be specific because if she just said to put them up I would just put them up on a counter, and leave. So after doing as I was told I went to my room, and read my batman comics. Two days later the door bell began to ring. I found it ironic that I thought of the relative arriving in national lampoon Christmas before opening the door to see my relatives all standing in the front door. My good mood left with their appearance but my hope went up. Judging by their arrival Thanksgiving was a few days away.

I ran into my room grabbed my sleeping bag, a blanket then a folding bed from the basement to set in the living room. I had no intention of smelling farts at all. Sleeping in the living-room has it advantages. I could watch television all night although I still had school for two days. After a Mexican dinner everyone went their separate way. I chose the loft in the living-room to set up my bed. No one wanted to sleep up there because of spiders. I sprayed some raid and moved my Nintendo, and TV up there along with some comics. I fell asleep comfortable, and warm without the smell of farts around me.

What do you want for Thanksgiving? My Land back!

Finally the day arrived! I woke up and watch the Macy's parade and ate some blueberry pancakes with maple syrups which mom always buy from the Swiss colony. For some reason the Sound of Music was on and my Nana, and Pop Pop fell asleep in the middle of it. I played with my cousin, and my mom had me lead crafts for them as if I was a master of crafts. I kept it simple I cut some strips got some fake feathers, and had everyone make crappy Indian headbands.

GET IN MY BELLY!

 Around 5pm the food was ready which was good because I was starving. Once again I was forced to sit at the kiddy table helping little kids cut their food the good news was my cousin Shaun was there to so I was not alone at the table, and could have a decent conversation. By the end of it I was stuffed to bursting. I called Edwin wished him a happy one and took a nap. The rest of november I laughed and played with my friends, and it would not be long till Christmas but that is another story.

The End