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thanksgiving recap
Nov. 25th, 2005 12:32 amAlright for those who have heard often enough about my family, you know I'm no fan of the family gatherings. Drunken relatives are just not fun. Did get to make it to the taco pigout, and suprisingly enough didn't have to use booze to survive it. thanks to a sleepless nerve ridden four-hours of sleep, at the gathering soon after I ate, I conked out having been awake for WAY too long. That's right folks I slept through it. And NO ONE blamed me. Amazing.
Before gathering was not fun as I had to drive a crap-tacular station wagon around, only thing with a roof rack where I could tie the deer on and take it to a processer.It took two grown men to lift the goddamn thing onto the roof, getting it into the processing area they had to open the large doors because it had to be dragged in. I'm going to get 6 large steaks, 20 small steaks, a lot of hamburger and trimmings to be used for..mmmmhmm venison sausage. If mom and jeff get another deer we can send in the hides for tanning and get the trimmings turned into sausage.
which leads me to today's gathering which in turn was almost a repeat of the taco pigout, save for it had MUCH better food, some of which I brought to the cats i'm house sitting for. The way home was another story altogether Martin did not take good care of beastie. (beastie being the name i gave the station wagon I used to drive) Because part way home on the highway the engine started going loco. As in nearly dying WHILE I was driving, next exit I saw I turned off into it and tried making it to the gas station. Three revs and a carpenter's worth of cursing later I made it to the station with 18 dollars in my pocket, in which I immediately bought a quart of oil, and some fuel treatment. I just managed to put in the quart of oil when it got too cold for me to take it with my bare hands any longer and hurried inside along with a man who had come on his bike to the trucker cafe there. Small talk was made an I explained my current dilemma, the car would not run, when my hands didn't feel likeicicles i went out and added the injecter cleaner for good measure. He followed looking worried about my safety I think.. but I did notice had been carrying a leatherbound bible with him. weirdness. He then offered to buy two more quarts since I had found out that asshat Mc-gee 9martin) hadn't change the oil in six months. more weird shit happened as I have this habit of telling things about my life, talked about the deer that took my origional car, and he said. "Good god it's like you're one of those movie characters.. heck I'm surprised with your luck so far that if someone touched you you didn't explode!" it basically went to talk and now I've just got this weird ass day behind me. good GODS I want to do some art but the cats keep trying to dominate my lap.
Before gathering was not fun as I had to drive a crap-tacular station wagon around, only thing with a roof rack where I could tie the deer on and take it to a processer.It took two grown men to lift the goddamn thing onto the roof, getting it into the processing area they had to open the large doors because it had to be dragged in. I'm going to get 6 large steaks, 20 small steaks, a lot of hamburger and trimmings to be used for..mmmmhmm venison sausage. If mom and jeff get another deer we can send in the hides for tanning and get the trimmings turned into sausage.
which leads me to today's gathering which in turn was almost a repeat of the taco pigout, save for it had MUCH better food, some of which I brought to the cats i'm house sitting for. The way home was another story altogether Martin did not take good care of beastie. (beastie being the name i gave the station wagon I used to drive) Because part way home on the highway the engine started going loco. As in nearly dying WHILE I was driving, next exit I saw I turned off into it and tried making it to the gas station. Three revs and a carpenter's worth of cursing later I made it to the station with 18 dollars in my pocket, in which I immediately bought a quart of oil, and some fuel treatment. I just managed to put in the quart of oil when it got too cold for me to take it with my bare hands any longer and hurried inside along with a man who had come on his bike to the trucker cafe there. Small talk was made an I explained my current dilemma, the car would not run, when my hands didn't feel likeicicles i went out and added the injecter cleaner for good measure. He followed looking worried about my safety I think.. but I did notice had been carrying a leatherbound bible with him. weirdness. He then offered to buy two more quarts since I had found out that asshat Mc-gee 9martin) hadn't change the oil in six months. more weird shit happened as I have this habit of telling things about my life, talked about the deer that took my origional car, and he said. "Good god it's like you're one of those movie characters.. heck I'm surprised with your luck so far that if someone touched you you didn't explode!" it basically went to talk and now I've just got this weird ass day behind me. good GODS I want to do some art but the cats keep trying to dominate my lap.
