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 HAPPY - Fuckin’ -  THANKSGIVING, folks! Hope everyone had a nice time. I did. I’m tired, but had a good day.

I like Thanksgiving, despite the fact that it’s a fair amount of work for me. Lotsa food and I am the one who normally cooks it. But it is cool to have a special holiday just for appreciating what you’ve got. I like that. That’s important and easy to overlook.

My son came to spend the day with us this year. I thought it was going to be his birthday, but got confused. (My Outlook showed Thxgvg on the 23rd instead of 22nd, and I got confused. If it’s not in my Outlook, it doesn’t exist in my world, so you can understand the problem.)

He brought us a cool painting–an original, of course.   
I’ll take a picture of it and post it later.

I was excited about him coming, but didn’t post about it because I didn’t want anybody to try and fuck with it. No reason to think that, other than the crazy side of the family always seems to generate crisis when I am looking forward to something.

These things are always weird, to some degree. My relationship with my kids is weird. It like having extra kids, almost. Since our time with them was split when the two oldest were small, the memories are disjointed. I mean, I have the clear memories of when they were small. I have recent memories of when they’re not. But the middle is missing, so it’s like each kid is at least two people, or depending on the day, maybe even more than two. Sometimes it makes my brain hurt.

 I used to have dreams about getting them back over those missing years. And in the dreams, they were always little kids, even though I knew they should be older. There were always 5 and just turned 9 in my head. Sometimes I was trying to help them escape from their evil biomom. Sometimes, the ex just didn’t care so I was going to take them home. The dreams sucked, especially when I woke up, but they were still better than the old “ex is coming to live with us and nobody seems to understand why i’m freaking out about it” nightmare series. I had those primarily when we we in custody battles and it felt like the fuckin’ ex did live with us because her energy was all over us all the time.

But anyway, my thanksgiving was nice. Same stuff we normally do: hanging out, visiting, watching Mystery Science Theatre DVD’s and eating a lot. And that’s a pretty damn good Thanksgiving to me.

Hope yours was nice as well. Peace out.