Is it just me or do the holidays get a little less exciting with each passing year? I can remember waking up earlier than I did on a school day, smelling the turkey in the oven, hearing my parents setting up the table for the 20-25 relatives and friends that usually joined us. The Today show would be on in the background which segued into the Macy's Thanksgiving parade. For some reason I just loved Thanksgiving as a kid.

Now, it's more like, eh, it's Thanksgiving, woo-hoo.

Yesterday was as low key as any recent Turkey Day's have been. The fam was all split up so I dragged my butt out of bed at 7 a.m. to go play some ice hockey with the guys. The dragging was no easy task because He spent the night again (it's getting easier to convince him to stay at my place in my nice, comfy, full size bed instead of the futon.). Which means I only had about 2 hours of sleep Wednesday night. Not that I'm complaining.

But I digress.

After I got home from hockey I took a much needed hour or so long nap, showered and hit the road with my grandmother to attend dinner at my aunt's house. Dinner was again, relatively low key, most of the people around her table were her in-laws, very nice people who I enjoyed passing the holiday with. We shared turkey and ham, mashed potatoes (surprisingly not too lumpy), green bean casserole and lots of pumpkin pie as well as good conversation and lots of friendly joking.

Didn't take too long for the triptophan to kick in though and before I knew it I was dozing on the couch. The football games on television yesterday didn't help in the trying to keep me awake department. Guh. Talk about your torture. I'd rather be tied to a tree, covered in honey and have red ants poured all over me than be forced to watch the games that were on yesterday. But it was my aunt's house and since she's a big Dallas Cowboys fan, she won the television argument.

We left the festivities just as it was starting to get dark. I was tired and I knew my grandmother wasn't all that thrilled about staying very long at my aunt's. When I got home the room mate suggested we go see a Lobster co-worker who has been in the hospital. So we went and picked up our soon-to-be room mate (he's moving in sometime in February) and the three of us stopped in for an hour long visit with our co-worker who we miss terribley. She's the cherry in our Manhattan, the strawberry in our margarita and the lemon in our lemon drop. From what we could gather she won't be returning to work anytime soon as she might be getting out of the hospital only today.

Because everyone was so tired we only stayed an hour. After we got home the room mate went to bed, I caught up on some recorded shows from the past two weeks and by 9:30 was in a dead sleep. Heck, I didn't even make it to the second song on my Sarah MacLachlan CD.

This holiday wasn't without it's drama. My mom and dad were at it again. Dad has this bad habit of taking off for parts unknown when he's trying to deal with things (some apples don't fall too far from the tree) and he did that yesterday. Because he didn't call my mom when he said he would my mom freaked out and went out looking for him. She missed dinner at my aunt's house because of it. If it would have been me I would have let him go and gone out and had a good time.

But that's just me.

Tomorrow I leave at 5 a.m. for the eight hour drive to see my sister in North Carolina. I'm the only one going so I can make as many potty breaks as I need to (damn kidney stones) for an eight hour trip I'll probably average about four. Depends on how much water I take with me. I'll be down there until Monday or Tuesday so don't be alarmed by my disappearance from the blog. Not that any of you really would be alarmed. I'm just saying is all. Besides, I'm sure I'll have a plethora of good stories from my trip.

Catch you on the flip side.