Mortimer George Creations

As a Renaissance man  I’ve learned to tap into my emotional side and regurgitate what comes to  mind, or express how I really feel at any given moment.  Like the rifle-man, I pull the trigger at will.  This post will wreak of heart-felt emotion.  I mean similiar to the baby that just lost their first pacifier in mid-slurp type emotion.  So, here it is.  The next sentence will shock you but needs to be said from my perspective.  I’m so over Thanksgiving!  There, I said it.  I feel much better now.  Quite relieved actually.  I’m sure I’m not the only one that feels this way about Thanksgiving.  I’m just the only man with cojones enough to say it.  I’m so over Thanksgiving!  You should try saying it instead of going through the motions on this holiday every year.  Say it deliberately.

I know I just shocked many of you, but don’t get me wrong… I love  my relatives.   I love to eat,  and I love to watch football,  and I love to take a nap,  and I love pumpkin pie with whipped cream, and I love sweet-potato pie, and I love leftovers, and I love turkey,  and I love another football game, and I love mac n’ cheese, and I love pumpkin surprise, and I love ham, and I love turnip greens, and I love more family, and I love apple cider, and I love leftover turkey sandwiches, and I love indians,  and I love pilgrims, and I love dinner rolls smothered in butter, and I love gravy, and I love dressing, and I love cranberries, and I love to take another nap, and I love the Detroit Lions,  and I Love to hate  the Dallas Cowboys !

I just no longer love to do all  those things  on the same day,  year in and year out in November.  Maybe we should sort of accumulate the things we are thankful for and after 10-years or so celebrate them, when we really mean it?  Or, better yet,  just be thankful for things and people as they occur and keep it moving.  As a side-note, I often wonder if Native Americans look forward to this “holiday”.  Wouldn’t that be synonymous to celebrating the second slave ship that set sail? did I just put a damper on this post?

Anyway, I’m going to use this platform to declare that my Thanksgiving will not be the same spread of food, naps and football like it has been for the past umpteen years.  I love my extended family but I will not see you this year  unless you consider Instagram pictures, seeing? I will do something different.  I declare it.  Wow, it’s taking quite a bit of build-up and bravado just to put it out there.  To celebrate Thanksgiving every year is an apparent form of bondage.  Competing with relatives and friends.

I’m going to Las Vegas this year!   Yes, Viva Las Vegas.  I will thankfully give my money to the slot machines and indulge in decadence that would make the Pilgrims cry out for my salvation.  Vegas, Baby!  Please do not take this personal.  I know this is a sacred holiday for most pie eating, turkey sandwich making people.  I’m sorry.  I’m going against the grain and natural instinct just this once, at least.  Hopefully, I won’t wake up the day after Thanksgiving in a turkey farm with a lion in the bathroom and not remember how I got there.  I’ll be by to get my plate of leftovers on Sunday.

I dare you to do something different this year?