This girl missed out on being stuffed this year...

I am fully recovered from the weekend and safely returned to San Diego. This was the first year that I went to Tucson for the holiday that I did not stay or visit with my mom. It was also the first year I did not indulge in the goodness of the Thanksgiving meal. I was much more into drinking Stoli. I’m sure what is going on down between my mom and her children may have had something to do with my vodka binge. Tons of family drama revolving around my mom’s on-again off-again idiot boyfriend who has wormed his way into my family’s life – I would have said manipulated but he isn’t that cleaver. I do wish I would have seen or spent time with my mom because I know she is going through a rough time, but if she doesn’t want me to be around, then so be it. When she is ready to see me, she will let me know.

Beyond the dramatics, I had a smashing time hanging with the portion of the family who wasn’t rushing me off the phone and my close friends. It was a good being back home... even if it was just for a short time. I feel grounded in Tucson – a quality that is missing for me in San Diego. Of course I have been very vocal about feeling misplaced here. SanD is funny to me, I have been here for over six years and have yet to make a friend like those I have back in Arizona. I like to think that I am building friendships now that in the future will be like those that I miss, but I often wonder why I haven’t made any of those connections already. The thing I have discovered about SD is the peeps here sure do love to bullshit – whether it be flaking on you (which is quite typical) or claiming to be open minded but wouldn’t dare step out of their normal and safe surroundings to do something unique or saying they are “different” than everyone else but are quite simply no different. Maybe I am expecting too much, but I am the type of person who honestly doesn’t expect anything from anybody. I think a lot of my thoughts recently have to do with the life changing separation between Timofy and I. You know what happens during a divorce right? The friends take sides, but I think I’ll pause on this thought for the moment...

Eh, too much thinking drives me batty, and makes me all moody too. Yuk-o. Luckily, the M.I.A. / Gwen Stefani concert last night in Anaheim sure straightened me out – no pun intended.

The continuous loop of music on my iPod that is getting me through the afternoon: “Danger Zone” by Gwen Stefani (partially because that was my favorite G.Stefani number at the show) *cheese*