A family Thanksgiving

For the first time in… I don’t know, 12 years or so, I was able to celebrate Thanksgiving with my mom and both of my sisters. My two sisters came down to visit last year, too, but this year my mom came along and it was awesome. After 14 years of living in Tennessee I’ve gotten used to crashing friends’ houses, and Ian’s family adopted me as their own years ago, even before we dated, but there’s just something special about having my own family with me for a holiday.

And we had a full house: My mom, two sisters, brother-in-law and two pomeranians (Isu and Oreo, who belong to my sister and brother-in-law) piled in the car and drove down Wednesday, staying until Sunday morning. I wasn’t sure how bringing two small dogs into a four-cat household would work out, but it actually went better than I could have expected. (Except for one incident where Gordo, the oldest cat, got upset and peed on the couch where the dogs had been sitting, hitting my mom’s leg in the process. Sorry about that, mom.)

We packed a lot in: Thursday was Thanksgiving at Ian’s mom’s house, which, like any Southern Thanksgiving, was an all-day affair complete with a deep-fried turkey and plenty of booze. Friday we held Steaksgiving at our house, where Ian grilled steaks and we cooked for 10 people, including his dad, dad’s wife, sister and our nephew. Considering we only have a table that seats four I think we pulled it off OK, even if I did get a little stressed as our three-year-old nephew began grinding cheese into the floor and feeding the dogs crackers, leaving crumbs everywhere. Nothing a little Windex and wine won’t fix, though. (And thankfully we had wine—Ian’s dad, my mom and I together drank four bottles in just a few hours.)

Saturday was Ian’s birthday and he wanted to go to the shooting range, so he and my brother-in-law went up to On Target while my sisters, mom and I took the dogs for a nice long walk on the Greenway and then hit up Digital Planet. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I’m glad now that we were part of Small Business Saturday. Although we did eat lunch at Panera, so I guess we also celebrated Chain Restaurant That Is Pretty Healthy for Fast Food Saturday as well.

That night we all went out to Mellow Mushroom for dinner and more drinks (as with any good Irish/German family, this holiday weekend was very heavy on the booze), and then came back home so Katie and I could sing the shit out of some Rock Band songs. They left Sunday morning, and Ian and I laid around the house nursing hangovers and doing laundry.

And now it’s back to the grind, though my mind is trying to focus on Christmas shopping. It’s also focused on how irritated I get when people tell me I shouldn’t say “Happy Holidays,” but that’s another post for another day.