Thanksgiving is by far my favorite holiday. It’s always been an event for my extended family. Most of my mom’s siblings live in the same town, so it was natural to celebrate in the same place. At its zenith there were 25+ people attending, from grandparents to aunts/uncles to cousins to nieces/nephews.
In spite of (or maybe because of) the large crowd, Thanksgiving was always a casual and come-as-you-are affair. My mom is the oldest sibling and as such had the right of first refusal to host dinner, but occasionally her next in line sibling, Katie, hosted. In either case, the format was the same. Each family was responsible for some dish, which was mostly done but needed some final touches right before dinner was served. Families trickled in starting in late afternoon and the cookers did their thing in the kitchen. I was not a cooker. I was an eater.
My only real Thanksgiving responsibility was to gorge myself so that there weren’t too many leftovers. It was great! I came through in the clutch 100% of the time. There was nothing else I had to do or worry about. That is, until Katie threw a curveball in 1996. Continue reading The Thankful Habit
Cue up the theme song from the Greatest American Hero (and George Constanza’s answering machine):
Believe it not Don isn’t at home (with his parents)
Please leave a message at the beep
I’m not around (anymore) or I’d pick the phone
Where could I be?!?
HellOOOOO Chicago! I am back!
6+ months ago I shamelessly announced I was unemployed and living with my parents. It was bar none, the most attention grabbing blog post I’ve written to date. I’ll admit it was a little self-indulgent. Who am I kidding? It was a lot self-indulgent. Continue reading Guess Who’s Back!
Can you imagine getting by without a car?
Most people cannot, but I definitely can because I haven’t owned a car for 7 years. People are always surprised when I tell them that, but also are usually awed by it. Owning a car represents freedom and has been a huge part of the American dream for generations. Why would I give up that freedom? It turns out freedom is really convenience. As with almost anything, convenience has its costs. These costs can be hard to find, particularly for car ownership.
I first thought to sell my car in 2008 when I receiving a shockingly high maintenance bill. At the time I was living in Chicago and barely used my car. I didn’t need it to go to work, or meet out friends, or even to visit my parents on holidays. I could use the train for any of those. I drove my car to get groceries and run random errands about once a week. That’s it. So why was it costing $500 a year to repair a car I hardly used?! Continue reading Why You Should Sell Your Car to Lose Weight