Let the Holidays Begin....

I am sure I speak for a few people out there when I state firmly and emphatically that I am not looking forward to Thanksgiving. Here is a short list of reasons why.
Feel free to share your own.

1. My Dad will nag me from the time I wake up till the time I go to bed to eat. "Eat more! Eat more! Eat more! Your too skinny! Eat." It has become one of my greatest pet peeves and no amount of explanation as to why I am thin (six days a week of training, vegetarian diet, GENETICS!!, high metabolism, yada yada yada) will appease him. It seriously makes me nuts.

2. My brother will be there. This will be the first holiday we have spent in the same room in years. See, my brother never went to Denver for the holidays because he would make every Georgia football game a three day weekend thus using the bulk of his vacation time up. Then he would tell my mom that he had to work but not that he spent a week at the World's Largest Cocktail party.

3. While no one comes right out and says it anymore, it is a huge issue with my parents that I am a vegetarian. My dad thinks it is rude that I come home and don't eat turkey and can't eat the stuffing because it has turkey juice in it and won't use the same spoon for my vegetarian gravy that was in the turkey gravy and so on and so forth. Plus, it pisses him off to no end that my mom makes separate stuffing and green bean casserole for me that is not tainted. I do not ask her to do this. She does it voluntarily and yet I hear about it all day.

4. Did I mention my brother was going to be there? This doesn't sound too bad to most but I am the out numbered liberal in an extremely conservative family and my brother is the first to make fun of me for it which reverts us to "Brother and Betagirl age 10 and 6." Nasty names are shouted. My mom asks us to stop. My brother or I can't let it go. We continue to argue and call each other things like "buttface" since we can't curse in front of my parents. I get so pissed off I take off on a bike ride.