So I put on my Christmas “presentation” although the fall one was just lovely, this one reminds me of Iceland and Christmas. 🙂 Let’s see. I have come home from work early these past two days with a silly old head cold. It could be much worse but it just isn’t any fun. Although coming home from work early is really nice. Since I’m sick the bed feels really good as well. So maybe this isn’t all misery and woe. Cough, sneeze, blow nose, repeat.
It has been 10 days of emailing and I am forgetting that words don’t mean much. He just has this eloquent and witty turn of phrase that makes my knees weak. Oh, and he sent me a poem today. Wow. It’s hard to breathe with all this stupid emotion going on. So silly.
I’m getting my hair cut tomorrow. I wish I knew how to post pictures here cause I would do a before and after. E has cool pictures and clip art on her blog. Well, I’m trying right now to add a picture of Molly. (Don’t worry I got her signed consent) We’ll see what happens. I think when I tried this before I was told by Wordpress that it wasn’t allowed. Holy cow that’s a BIG dog. (I had to delete it because it took up 2 pages and 5% of my storage and I couldn’t figure out how to edit it…)
Thanksgiving was an interesting affair down in Georgia. My Mom doesn’t like to share her kitchen and so asked me to bring my items already fixed. Well, I called her on Sunday and said that I wasn’t going to have a chance to cook and that I knew this would be hard for her but that I was going to cook in her kitchen. So when I arrived on Wednesday night with groceries in hand I was a little surprised that she had already prepared all the dishes I had been asked to make. But I took it in stride and reminded myself that she wasn’t trying to hurt me. But it hurt a little.
She was in a grumpy mood and so was Dad. They spared around all day. Yuck. Just makes me want to tell them to either shut up or go fuck each other. Whichever will cause the tension to ease is fine by me! Dinner was a chaotic affair. The original plan being to have everything done and eat at 1:30pm. Around 11:30am Mom refigured the amount of time left to roast the turkey and decided that it wouldn’t be done until 3:30pm. As no one had eaten yet Dad and I went to the store to get some snacks. We had just finished our snacks at 1pm when Dad went into the kitchen to check the turkey. Viola! It was done. So we ate dinner at 1:30pm missing a few side dishes as they hadn’t been cooked yet and didn’t have time to cook. Oh and the pie would have been wonderful had it baked the amount of time it should have. But mothers can convince you to do just about anything–even if you know better and they haven’t baked a pie before.
Friday the legacy of alcoholism reared its head at the fancy dinner we (Mom, Dad, Brother, Sister-in-law, and I) enjoyed at Bacchanalia. (My dinner was lovely–shrimp with bacon, greens, and rice for an appetizer, pumpkin agnolotti (tiny ravioli) with cranberry chutney, greens, and a spiced butter sauce for an entree, a cheese course of aged cheddar, apple slices, and pecan brittle, finally dessert of a chocolate molten cake, homemade vanilla ice cream! Oh, every bite was delicious! Fabulous!) My brother revealed after too much to drink that his bride of a little over 1 year had sat him down for the “talk”. I have had the “talk” before with other people. Wow. For such a young marriage what a huge problem. For such a young man, what a huge problem. I sincerely hope that he is not an alcoholic but I suspect that is the case. Having had run-ins with him and his drinking before it isn’t too hard to imagine. Given our genetics and behavioral history he stands a good chance of being in for quite a fight.