Caitlin's Knits

I'm really just here to ramble right now.  Not that its very productive, but it does make me feel better.

I find it depressing that one of the best things about today is something as minuscule as the weather.  But today is the type of day I love.  Cloudy, cool, a chance of rain.  I love rain and clouds, I hate sunshine.  This is part of the reason why I love autumn and winter, the cool, cloudy weather.  There are few things better than being snuggled up in a nice warm house watching the snow fall outside.  Its one of my guilty pleasures.

Though today is not as bad as yesterday, it is still pretty intense.  My mom is basically going insane trying to get everything in perfect order for my aunt and uncle's visit..not to mention their children will be in tow.  Somehow this has translated into ensuring my room is in perfect condition, as if I'm going to let them gawk at every speck of dirt in my room.  I'm beginning to hate Thanksgiving.  I really miss past Thanksgiving, when grandma was still alive and well, where we would spend the morning at my paternal grandparents house and then spend the evening at my maternal grandparents.  But since my paternal grandmother lost her battle to uterine cancer, and my maternal grandparents became Florida snow birds, we are the sole providers for Thanksgiving and only see my paternal relatives on that day.  I don't k now how many people realize this, but I loathe feeling invaded.
Too many questions, too much probing, too many of my own idiosyncrasies to be able to stomach this invasion very well.  Last year I had to get a buzz on, I fear this year will likely be the same.  If only it weren't Sunday, I would make the alcohol preparations today, but alas, Sunday is a damn dry day.

I know I'm bitching, a lot, but if I don't bitch I won't get it out of my system.

I've been considering transcribing a list of my worst traits and giving them to mi novio, and saying, its been four years, if you can't handle me at my worst then you sure as hell can't handle me at my best.  But that would all be a little petty, wouldn't it.  Things are so complicated there I don't even know if we're having problems or not.  We just don't talk, at all, hardly any more.  And a lot of times when we do talk, I managed to do something to piss him off without realizing I've even done it.

But whatever.  I'm considering changing my blog theme to Christmas.  The holiday I'm actually looking forward to.  Screw all this turkey business.

Oh well at least Black Friday is this weekend.