Livin' Like a Family of One: Happy Thank You

As we close in on the 10:21 hour, there is limited time in which to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving. I'm well aware that in The States (what those of us in The States (what those of us in The States (what those of us in The States call it) call it) call it) the day is only just now waking up, shaking dreams from it's hair and turning on some holiday Mos Def, but here in Korea (what those of us in The States call it), the day has come and gone without so much as a headcold from the locals. Luckily, Rebecca C. was kind enough to host a get together in her APT to which many of us came and the wine flowed. I kept a cool head 'cause I'm tired of weekday drinkin'. But tomorrow, I'll most likely swallow a bottle. Whole.

I found myself explaining Thanksgiving to many of my students today, and as I've never had to do so that many times to such an unfamiliar audience, it made me think about what I actually think about it. Thanksgiving always first and foremost makes me think of my Kindergarten year when Mrs. Teasin' had us cut out turkey-hand-turkeys. I was under the impression that she came up with this idea, and I was floored by it's concept. She also had us label the feathers after members of our family. I found this to be a flawed technique as this means that the family must be comprised of five members or else your turkey is gangly (or your life is wrong). This posed no problem to me as I have a perfectly-sized family in the eyes of Mrs. Teasin', but I felt for all the poor bastard children around me. So I guess you could say that from my earliest memory of this holiday, I was thankful for my family.

We Salazars have our problems, but I thank my heart stars that they are mine. I love each one of them forever and ever and care for the well-being of each one of my Salazarios to my core. Sometimes some of us suck. I've seen it first hand. But as a whole I think we're pretty bad ass. I love you Papa Bear, Parnell, Teo and Marco. Buckets to all of you.

That's all for now, y'all. Happy Thanksgiving. Please show appreciation to your waitresses and gas station attendants. They aren't stoked to be where they are today, so help 'em out.

Oh! And an Urgent PS!
If anyone knows how to get a hold of Melissa "Missy" Drummond (Mt. Pleasant Community High School Graduating Class of 2000), please let me know. I would love to hear her voice.

Love until you don't,
Try until you can't,
Listen to Regina Spektor until
you don't want to anymore,
-LS^2