Happy Thanksgiving!

For this post, you will be entertained by me, rambling on about my Thanksgiving Day.

Alright, here goes…

Bright and early, 8:30am, my alarm goes off. I turn off the phone, head upstairs to be surprised by my grandpa Mason. It was great to get to see him. I don’t get to see him much anymore, especially since I’m never home on Saturdays, the only day he comes down to Shelbyville.

After the obligatory visit time with him, we began the shower fight portion of the morning. See, when we’re all home, we fight over shower times so that we can have a bit of hot water for a shower. My parents sware up and down that our hot water heater has the capacity to serve hot water to five individuals in a row. Sadly, it barely has the ability to keep one of us warm, let alone five.

Anyway, after showering and eating, we started the two hour trek up to Hartford City, which was a surprise to me as well. The last plans I heard was that we were going to go to the casino where my dad works so that we could be with him for the holiday. But whatever, plans change.

The car ride up was a typical Mason Family venture. Mom arguing with Dad, Eileen and Laura fighting, Mom mediating the fighting, a 58 degree cabin temperature, me listening to music of some sort, the father listening to talk radio on the car radio, etc. Let’s just say that trips with my family are no fun. I offered to drive myself, but noooooo, that’s not allowed on Thanksgiving.

We arrive in Hartford City around noon. My grandparents are both waiting our arrival patiently. Grandma had been cooking since early this morning, and grandpa was sitting on the front porch having a cigarette. When we were little, I used to dread going up there to visit because the entire house smelled like cigarettes, and there was a hase of smoke that lingered throughout the halls and rooms. Now that my grandma has breathing problems, my grandpa only smokes outside.

But I digress, back to the story.

Soon after we arrived, my Uncle Geoff and his family show up. Again, this is a surprise to me, because my mother told me that they wouldn’t be there because they were going to have dinner with Tracy’s family this year.

I got to see my cousin Jack, who is just the cutest thing ever, and we ate dinner, watched some football, then went home. The trip back to the ‘ville was just as bad as the trip up to Hartford City.

When we arrived home, Laura and I decided that we wanted some thin crust pizza for dinner, and Dominoe’s was the only place that was open. So we ordered two large pizzas, and now I’m sitting in front of you all, typing this entry.

Pretty exciting, no?

Anyway, that’s about all I’ve got for now. I’ll post tomorrow as soon as I’m done with a lot of thinking I’ve been doing about my future.

Until then, good night, and Happy Thanksgiving!

2 thoughts on “Happy Thanksgiving!

  1. Eew… Domino’s pizza is gross.

    And Jack is, in fact, the cutest thing ever.

    I finally saw Super Troopers.

    And I miss you. You need to live here. Or I just need to get back to Bloomington. Either way.

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