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Problemless with problems
by Rebel Leader
Location: Where angels lose their way...
Age: 22    Sex : M
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My Thanksgiving 11/28/2002
Everyone was busy making food and I was playing a video game. Whenever I would go in the kitchen my mom would be turning around and run into me and blame me for being in the way. My mom, dad, and sister kept telling me that if I'm going to come in the kitchen I have to go fast, but that's a little hard with people running into me. One time I was putting something in the trash and my dad was on one side of me and my mom was on the other. My mom had to go where I was and she said, "Excuse me," in a really urgent voice, and my dad said for me to move right when my mom says to, and I said that he was in the way on the other side so I couldn't, and he said not to make responses back, and I said, "But I couldn't move, it wasn't my fault," and he said, "You just said another response." Well, I needed to get a shower, but I didn't have any clothes to change into since I'm slacking in running my laundry, so I put my stuff in the washer and sat around waiting for it to finish so I could dry them and then take a shower and put them on. Well, my parents couldn't wait for that, so I wore my dad's pants and shirt, lol.

Thanksgiving was at Bro. Jim and Sis. Judy's house, of course. There were 2 tables with the kitchen between them. I sat at the one with Nick and Amy, and the little kids joined us, of course. Sis. Judy told everyone that if they want Kool-Aid® to turn their glass upside-down, if you want tea, put your spoon in your glass, and for anything else just leave it how it is. Well, the glasses had ice in them so I wasn't sure how I was supposed to turn it over, but I planned on turning it upside-down and putting my spoon in it, but I didn't on account of the ice. Yucky ice in drinks, I dumped it in the sink. My dad and Kelli are probably the only people I've met who share my dislike for ice in drinks. The food was good, but I put too much Italian dressing on my salad since I didn't know that it was stronger than the kind we have at home. Anyway, after the meal I joined the kids in the garage where they have carpet and the Super Nintendo was in there, too. It's been so long since I've seen one of those. Some kids were playing "Aladdin" on it, and then Donovan started playing this football game with Nick. I guess when Donovan would babysit Nick and his brothers he would bring it over and they would play it all the time, and they hadn't played it in the longest time. It's a pretty cheesy game, but it's funny.

For dessert I had pican pie and ice cream. Then Donovan had to do something for his grandpa at the trailer park so he brought Nick and me and we took Bro. Jim's truck that is basically like Frankenstein's monster since it has parts from other trucks on it and it has like 5 different colors on it. We had to get some trash cans of lawn debris and put them in the dumpster. When we were leaving, Nick asked if he could spend the night and see "Signs" with my sister and me tomorrow. He got to spend the night. I went with Nick's family to his house so he could get his stuff, and I noticed the couch in their family room was gone and so was their kitchen table, and their big TV. I found out that their dad took that stuff when he moved out. He also stopped paying for the internet, and the phone for that matter, so they don't have a phone right now. Nick's brother, Cory, had this sign he made saying, "No more Thanksgiving" since he's protesting it because it's celebrating our taking over of the Native Americans. Well, that's about it. Later.

 
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