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Thanksgiving Stress? #DealWithIt


Chatting with my American friend Teagen this morning, and conversation turned to tomorrow's holiday. She expressed concern about the current big-meal plan, wondering if the plans will be amenable to all involved....

Teagen: as i said, hopefully it will all work out : )

me: i'm sure it will. Besides, Thanksgiving isn't thanksgiving without a bit of tension and drama, right???
  (ha.)

Teagen: it's true. that's why i always get annoyed with people that avoid their families on thanksgiving. DEALWITHIT.
wait, that deserves a hashtag
#DEALWITHIT

me: yes.
your uncle only wants to watch NFL and not talk to anyone? #DealWithIt
the kids are running around screaming because they each ate 3 pieces of pie? #DealWithIt
your grandma fell asleep at the table? #DealWithIt
that's family. it's how we roll. #DealWithIt

Teagen: The turkey is over/under-cooked #dealwithit
NO ONE IS HELPING WITH THE DISHES??? #DEALWITHIT
you don't like pie? TOOBAD #dealwithit
 
me: your cousins snuck hard liquor in, against grampa's express wishes? #DealWithIT

Teagen: this is fun.

me: Little Lucy threw cranberry sauce on the white tablecloth? #DealWithIt
You brought your boyfriend and now he's scared of your family? #DealWithIt
Your sister and brother-in-law are having a massively unsubtle fight in the hallway? #DealWithIt

Teagen: HA
that's a good one
you ate too many appetizers and now you can't fit in any turkey? #dealwithit
you're vegan? #dealwithit

Pretty sure all of these apply to Canadian Thanksgiving. And Christmas. And Easter. And any other time the family gathers. Things go awry. They just do. The thing about family is that you #dealwithit. As only family can.

What would you add to the list?

Comments

  1. Ha! Love this. Will be filing this away for family get-togethers next year. :)

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  2. The Chinese family doing Thanksgiving:

    Someone brought potato salad when everyone else prepared traditional Chinese dishes? #DealWithIt

    Your grandma asks you about your nonexistent boyfriend for the 3rd time that night? #DealWIthIt

    Your little cousin gets lectured yet again for speaking English instead of Chinese at the dinner table? #DealWithIt

    Your aunt says, "EAT MORE RICE!!!!!!!!" when you've already had enough in your stomach to last through winter hibernation? #DealWithIt

    It's Easter but the Christmas lights are still up because your other aunt thinks "it looks nice"? #DealWithIt

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  3. Jackie: These are amazing. Thank you for sharing!!!

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  4. vanman918:00 PM

    At last a post at my intellectual level! :-)

    Had to do a little research on the meaning of "dealwithit" before offering these additions. They may be real or imaginary - you be the judge.

    You just found out that your only brother is making one of his infrequent visits to town from another province on the same weekend as your in-laws annual family dinner. #DealWithIt

    Your mother-in-law has scheduled Thanksgiving dinner on the same date that you planned:
    1. A major household maintenance project,
    2. Your Christmas shopping,
    3. To watch THE BIG game,
    4. All the above!
    #DealWithIt

    Everybody is about to sit down to dinner and your good kids are still off somewhere in the nearby woods with their irresponsible cousins (some hyperbole here) - #DealWithIt

    As they say in Israel "Zeh ma she yesh"

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  5. vanman - very funny! thanks so much :)

    one question though - what is the Israeli quote/where did you find it??

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  6. Vanman913:38 PM

    Beth,

    I found it here: http://inspire.nbn.org.il/kids-corner/articles/278-israeli-slang.html

    I thought that I had added the link a couple of days ago, but my comment seems to have disappeared (or never got there).

    Was googling for "DealWithIt". It's a couple of lines below the blue/white graphic. Some interesting phrases and an interesting site in general.

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