The Mayo Conflict

There's cake, there's family, there's tofurkey!  What could go wrong?

The answer?  Not much really.  Christmas and New Year's went off pretty well.  There was a minor episode where I was told I could just pick the meat out of the soup, but that is relatively minor.  The family did crash a hotel lobby, but we made it out unscathed. There were some things that I would love to share that are just outrageously funny.  I was, however, expressly forbidden to blog about them.  If you see me personally, ask.

There wasn't even a cooking disaster, y'all!
I made this cake and it was flipping delicious.

Don't be disappointed folks.  I have a little gem to share about the drive home from Arkansas with Mom and Dad.

This is the beauty of my family in its full glory.

While I ranted about politics from the back seat, Dad tore open a fast-food packet of mayo and squeezed its entire contents into his mouth.
Mom:  What did you just do?
Dad:  What?  There's nothing wrong with it...
Mom:  Well, there's nothing right about it!

Letting go of toxic people

Have you ever had a friend that you knew would turn on you someday?  I did.

For me that day was today.

I will admit to a rush of anger, pain, and even anxiety.  The anxiety lingers.  However, I know intellectually that I will be better off without poison in my life.

Lets make a couple of lists.

True friends:
1.  Give without expecting anything in return.
2.  Want to hear about you more than they want to talk about themselves.
3.  Don't declare the friendship to be over because of a disagreement.
4.  Tell the truth.

False friends:
1.  Give with the purpose of holding it over your head and playing the guilt card.
2.  Will monopolize every encounter with their own drama and turn everything you say into something to do with themselves.
3.  Run away and blame you for everything when you dare to challenge them.
4.  Lie.  About little things.  

I will be on the lookout for these signs and I encourage you to do the same. None of us needs that crap.  Keep those people at arms length...or more if you can.  Don't feel guilty.
Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me even when I'm a furious, raging B.  I hope I support you in the way you have supported me.  Thank you for the support even when it is not returned.