poor, poor cynical me

I had a fun thanksgiving that you'll hear all about but first.....

Am I the only girl cynical about love? A friend of mine posted on her Facebook that the movie fireproof makes her cry every time she watches it. My reaction to that movie and ones like it.....the Notebook,  Titanic, insert name of super sappy movie here, is nausea at best. Anger at the worst. I remember watching Titanic when it first came out and being so pissed off at the people crying and thinking just die already gosh. Typing that I realize I am a little disturbed. Its not that I don't WANT to believe life can be like that its just from experience I know it isn't. I know in reality someone isn't going to fall in love with you again just because you are nice to them. I should add when my  marriage was failing I tried the fireproof book and we watched the movie. You know what he said he couldn't make it past day one. Day one is "For
the next day, resolve to demonstrate patience and to say nothing negative to your spouse at all. If the temptation arises, choose not to say anything.
because he couldn't think of anything nice to say. Needless to say I think the movie/book and the love dare program is full of shit. Thanks for listening to my little rant. Now on to Thanksgiving.

Greg came with me to my family's dinner and then we took the girls to their dad and went to his family's for a few days.
My girlies and my sister
me and Greg
the food
When we got to Va to Greg's family we...ate again of course. Friday we slept in.....no black Friday for me. I am just not patient enough. I'd rather pay extra not to have to post bail. We also had a party at Greg's brother's house. It was fun to see people I hadn't seen in awhile. They played music which I missed terribly. He hasn't played since my birthday (back in July). Ben forgot half of his drum stuff and ended up making a cymbal stand out of a coat hanger. All in all it was a good time.....although I am so ready to go back to work. 
Yes that is the Christmas Story Leg lamp behind Greg. I'd love to steal it.

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