2001:November:21
2001
I forgot to say that I indeed "watched" Oprah yesterday. (Watched is in quotations because with our new cable-less, dish lifestyle, we don't receive NBC very well so it was a snowy image with the tv volume turned down and the radio volume pumped up.) Once again, it was amazing. This is the first show where I was like Yes, this could be where I'm at. This could be the level I'm on. Previously, I cried just in sympathy for the characters because I remember how hard it was being where they were. Anyway, it was very powerful, and I learned that perhaps I'm just someone who says "oh they just aren't as enlightened as me" or "she's great, but I'll never get over...". As in, I may make excuses because I'm afraid of rejection. Oh it was rich!
Happy Thanksgiving! I normally hate the whole thing and resent my family coming up and spoiling a friendship celebration. It seems that every year, the friends put on this fabulous tempation fun thing and every year, Mark and I get to entertain Mom and Terry. They are such sweet people (my parents), but in so many ways, they are so "lost" that it seems to always depress me. Oh well, I usually imagine them to be worse than they are, but I wish I could have parents with whom I could just relax and be me with. Who knows.
Also, my husband ROCKS! He does y'all. Ad nauseum, we are poor as church mice, but we got each other eh?
Oh, and I sounded like such an unpopular high school girl when I was talking to Sandy last night. I was all embarrassed and trying to cover it when she "rejected" coming to my birthday party. I was trying to convey: wow, thank you for even calling me. You seem really neat, and invinting you was just a bizarre lark anyway. I'm sort of releived (because of potential anxiety) you aren't coming, but I really like you. Thank you. It came out like some obscure loser gushing and being "tough" and "cool". Oh vie!
Other than that, I can't wait for food. Don't hate y'all (my new saying of the week).
