Grandma Chucky is a bit of a gossip monger, looking for juicy bits of info. I'm sure she feels concern for family, but she's still a gossiper. (I don't say this grudgingly. It's just her way.) When I talk with her on the phone, she gets off after about 2 seconds. It's probably because I'm so terse. I'm not interested in talking about other people either -- especially you're looking for dirt on people whom I actually like. Chicken probably has me pegged as a germaphobic, semi-anorexic, gay man.
The family get together stuff is annoying for me. I shouldn't complain so much, because things could always be worse. When mention how you have emotional problems during this season, I feel for you. You shouldn't force yourself to do anything (I think you're right, but you know this already). And like you said, if the shoe were on the other foot, I don't think many of family members (possibly barring my cousin, Vince VanGhoul) would want come out to your place and watch art films or listen to music.
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I enjoyed the commiseration, too. This time around I should follow your styling que, and wear a black outfit. I didn't tell you about Thanksgiving. The actual dinner wasn't bad, but the ride (especially on the way back) was heinous. The car was filled with boisterous, whining voices, and loud conversations. If I didn't have headphones I wouldn't have went. I ended up listening to a bunch of depressing music: Joy Division (Unknown Pleasures is the only one I'm familiar with); Disintegration by The Cure; a Siouxsie and the Banshees hits compilation; and stuff like that. (I'm not too big on Siouxsie, but I do like some of the singles. Is she a witch, or is it just image?) Then I played dreary, weird '90s trip-hop music, blasting it very loudly through the
Now, it’s officially official. There’s no competition for UFC women’s bantamweight champion Ronda Rousey, who knocked out Bethe Correia in 34 seconds Saturday night at UFC 190. No, Cristiane “Cyborg” Justino shouldn’t be factored into the discussion because she has yet to set foot in a UFC ring, or prove she can fight at 135 pounds. Most fight fans want to see a dream bout between Rousey and Justino, but smart money would be on the same result as the rest of Rousey’s (12-0) other fights.
Dorothy Day is a strong woman who knows what she wants to accomplish. Her beliefs changed throughout her life but she ended up converting to Catholicism. Dorothy Day was actively involved with worldly issues and problems. To help get attention to these issues Dorothy created the Catholic Worker movement. On August 6, 1976 she was asked to speak at the World Eucharistic Congress in Philadelphia (Ellsberg). Her speach was addressing the Feast of Transfiguration and the anniversary of the Hiroshima bombing. Evidently the Congress scheduled a mass for appreciating the armed forces, how ironic. This threefold event called for a protest. It is said that Dorothy did not like public speaking because it gave her anxiety, this caused her a great amount of stress (Ellsberg). She began her speech by her story of the Catholic Worker and her conversion. She started giving service to the poor and then decided to convert after. She continued to say that the Church taught her the necessity of Penance. She concluded by giving attention to
Grandma Alice was born on March 1, 1919 in Winnsboro, South Carolina. She was the oldest of five children. After she completed the 6th grade, she went to work, picking cotton. It was hot in the fields. She picked prickly, cotton at the tender age of eleven up until she turned sixteen, the Fair Labor Standards Act of 1938 excluded agriculture. At sixteen, she became a nannie for a wealthy, white family. Grandma would go on to raise her five children. She made sure that they would enlist in the armed services and/or went to college. She was determined that education was the key to her children’s freedom and independence. Grandma Alice did not experience a lot of freedom and she was denied a good education. I can still hear her say, “…go to
Growing up in a family were education is one of the most important accomplishment that we can have in our lives, I can name a lot of people that used education to attain upward mobility. However, the number one person whom I believed made in impact to a lot of people is my Auntie Yolanda Abaca. She was a Nurse, a mother not just to her kids, but also to all of her extended family member, a financial advisor, and now as a CEO of a non-profit organization that helped unfortunate children overseas that has cleft palate.
It's been over five years since I have been home, to the north side of Chicago, I cannot believe it has changed so much in such a short time. The streets are filled with new buildings, new businesses, and so much snow. I don't remember the winters being this cold. Leaving Atlanta to go see my family in Chicago is a tough decision but I had to see my grandmother who is turning ninety years old this weekend and my family is throwing her a huge birthday party in Chinatown because my grand loves that culture and the food. I was supposed to meet the family right after I landed at O'Hare Airport. However, I needed to shower and change so I decided to check into the Peninsula Hotel, which I have always wanted to stay in, it is such a beautiful
Broken bones are not painful at all. Pain is Physical suffering or discomfort by illness or injury. In fact, I broken a bone years ago eight to be exact. Fear of hospitals, ghost stories and the anxiety of being alone, broken bones are not painful at all.
Do you know anyone that goes above and beyond what they are called to do? I certainly do, my grandma gee. She always finds a way to make people smile and laugh. For starters she volunteers at numerous places spending hours of her time helping others. Additionally, she will do anything for anyone. Name it and she will do it. Gee has the biggest heart and the best attitude towards anything she does. When she finds out I just have a cold she will call me and make sure that I am okay. God gave me the best grandma in the world and I am so lucky.
I brushed my teeth, then proceeded to the kitchen where I saw my mom involved with the seasoning of the turkey, along with other various goods for Thanksgiving on the counter. We shared our usual morning talks, with an added “Happy Thanksgiving” then I continued to the living room where my little sister, and step father were already watching the Thanksgiving parade. I wasn’t as interested in that kind
Being smart is wrong, Loving to read makes you strange, and school is pointless. Those were all things I thought until the sixth grade. I was a book junkie who felt alone in her family. I felt locked away in my own mind until a teacher and an author came along and gave me a key to let me be free to be who I am.
It was the first time ever that my sisters and I were spending thanksgiving at my grandparent’s house, and their excitement was unparalleled. Fortunately, I’m incredibly close with all my grandparents, however coming from divorced parents, I’ve had to choose throughout the years whom I spend my holidays with. This year was different. A good different.
Dear aunt bessie, one million dollars you gave me will be used for the greater good of this nation. Nobody is doing good besides the rich. Children are working in factories, the women have no rights, people are being sold bad food, and others are tearing down forest destroying earth. It's just terrible, and this is where I will put my one million dollars.
Nana and Papa say hey and give me the biggest hug ever. My Uncle shakes my hand and goes to bathroom, he has this problem where he has to go pee every 20 minutes or so, I can never remember the name of the problem, I have just learned to accept it. Last and surely least, John and Mason, the two worst cousins anyone could ever ask for. They can barely come through the door before saying “ What’s up Sixy!”. They always come up with some form of an insult to remind me that I have six toes on one foot.
I could stand up here and tell you all a million of my favorite childhood memories, but we don’t have the time and you would all know much more than you ever wanted to know about me. Anyways, one thing most of those memories have in common, is my Grandma Jo. My Grandma Jo has always been my person. You know, that one person who was placed on Earth to make your life better? Yeah, that’s my Grandma Jo. She always says that I’m the lucky grandchild and I gladly accept that title, take that Daina. I thank my Grandma Jo for teaching me who I am and who I want to be through her passion to serve, love for others, and absurdity she lives by.
The toxicity of family members tend to wear at you over time as nice as it would be to just shrug their toxicity off and go about your life. If you are not careful, then you can explode and say or do something that can lead to very awkward family dinners.
The few times we did get to spend time together as a family, it wouldn’t feel like it. I knew all the relationships between my family members. I was the one who they told everything to but ask me not to tell anyone. This was a lot of weight on my shoulders because I began caring for everyone else’s relationships; especially my mom’s because my brother and sister would argue