Thanksgiving Eve

Dear Everyone,

I have written two "resurrection" posts that I never finished. I'll probably finish them and post them. Eventually. Anyway, I'm here in my Frandsen grandparentals' home and there's a conversation going on into which I was not invited and I don't know where my sister is and my cousin of the same age is probably totally beat from the basketball game he played this evening or else watching sports (and I don't watch sports, on television at least) and I tried calling so many people and basically no one can talk (except that I'm chatting with two people on facebook and soon I'll be chatting on Skype, which I just downloaded and haven't quite figured out and certainly can't take fully exploit because of my lack of webcam(era) and microphone...Okay so the Skype conversation is quite over (I took a break from the blog) and it was...very interesting because I was watching and listening to my friend (I'm respecting your privacy by not saying your name, Alex) but typing back to him. I became quite frantic and my typing became quite sloppy because of it. But it was fun :-)

So yes. Frandsen Thanksgivings. I'll write about those. They are always eventful. In the past they always ended up with me (and others) crying. This was when I was a very little kid. And there are always far too many people to be good for the structural integrity of the house, but that's just part of the fun. I love such get-togethers with my many cousins because I love having so many cousins. Though there is quite a bit of stress involved with having such a large family (photoshoots that last hours because everyone must be arranged perfectly and all the babies must be looking at the camera and smiling, very dangerous stampedes in the direction of the kitchen when mealtime comes about, awkward moments when you don't even recognize a relative, much less remember his name) it's basically the best thing ever because one can NEVER be lonely (unless you're me when I refused to take part in the snowball fight because I didn't want to lose brain cells), there's always more than enough food (unless you're me when I was off in my own little world and showed up for dinner after it was all gone), and warmth and family bonding abound (unless you're me when I decided I was way to cool for my family and decided to hang out with myself in the snow). (For all you English majors out there, I know that the previous sentence did not follow parallel structure. I was lazy. Okay?)

So Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Truth be told, I might cry. Not because I'm a little kid throwing a tantrum, but because it's the last huge Frandsen Family Thanksgiving in Centerfield, Utah. The very last one. I'm not quite sure my mind has completely wrapped itself around this fact. Utah Thanksgivings have been a biannual constant since birth. Thankfully, I'm confident that the world is not coming to an end, but it does feel like the end of an age. The point is, tomorrow might be a sad day.

The question now is, will my parents become Grandparents now? I mean they've been grandparents for a while, but will they now be Grandparents with a capital G? Will they be the old wizened figures there to greet their somewhat confused little grandchildren with a hug and a plate of warm (or a tub of frozen) cookies? Will my children perceive their grandparents the same way I perceived mine? Somehow I doubt it.

Anyway, wasn't that philosophical?

Here's a video of a good friend of mine:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iC9aIhyJK-8

I'll post the other drafts at some later point.

:-) and <3,

Christian Jacob Frandsen

P.S. Aren't you all so proud of me for not being political at all???