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Nov. 28th, 2005 04:50 pmThis song is bizarrely cheerful.
NOTE TO SELF: Buy some bleach and clean the bathroom. Also, if you could actually remember to grab that extra vacuum next time you're home, that'd be great. Because the floor is gross.
Anyway. Thanksgiving.
Went well for me. For one thing, I got there on time, unlike some people I could name, who, by the way, do not seem to properly appreciate the fact that their best friend gave them the wake up call they asked for at a quarter to three in the morning. Just by the by.
The thing is, I love my family. No, more, I like them. They're smart and quirky and snarky and I heart them. I enjoy spending time with them.
Also, these are people who have their priorities in order. We had four side dishes and eight desserts. Eight kinds of dessert. And, y'know, you guys may mock me for my love of pie. My family may mock me for my love of pie. But we still ended up with FIVE KINDS OF PIE at Thanksgiving dinner.
Apple and pumpkin and coconut and peanut butter and OMG, PINEAPPLE.
And then there was OMG, BLACKBERRY WINE CAKE (which has, btw, totally become my signature dessert, to the point where, as a matter of course, I get the lion's share of the leftovers) and this peanut butter/caramel cheesecake which I didn't actually eat any of (things kind of petered out early this year; I didn't get a chance to hit my second wind) and then, finally, Fantastic Dessert. Which, for those of you not in the know, is a thickly layered dessert of whipped cream, cream cheese, and chocolate pudding, atop a pecan-studded crust.
And we had a new hit hor d'oeuvres this year. Know what it was?
Tiny sausages, wrapped in bacon, and dipped in a brown sugar sauce. Jesus, those were good.
And after the eating - okay, after most of them were done eating and Amber and I were still working on our dessert plates - we sat around talking and Richard and I freaked Cody, the newest edition to the family, out with tales of our lesbian grandmothers and our crazy, crazy, OMG!crazy mother. Cody, my cousin Jesse's husband, is in the Army and younger than me, which freaked me right out when I heard. He's homophobic, racist, and sexist, but damn that boy makes a killer pie.
Oh, yeah. About my hopes for my own personal pie. I didn't get a pie.
I GOT TWO! My family = best ever. I got a pineapple pie and a peanut butter pie.
And we played Cranium: Family Fun Edition and god, I kinda suck. I couldn't for the life of me think of a zoo animal beginning with r. My guess? Rantelope. Because I am dumb. And I don't do well with time limits. Also, I cannot draw a monkey and should never ever try again.
On the plus side, I got to use the tiny amount of clay to sculpt something that would make Amber guess "belly button". I decided the best way to do that would be to sculpt a really well-endowed torso. Because obviously, the boobs would let her know it was a torso. Yeah, not so much. Aunt Deanna got it! And then I finished carving out the belly button with my pinky nail and when she still didn't get it, I had to use the really tiny amount of clay I had to left to make some half-assed legs. Then she got it and we won. So yay, me.
I then spent two-and-a-half, three days, watching TV. Much of that was spent on zombie movies. And a couple caper movies. And the really, really, horribly bad cheesy sci-fi film (SFC's Saturday night movie! Angry Iraqis conjure up an ancient monster! There is the obligatory Stupid Reporter and her much smarter sidekick, Cameraman!).
Anyway, there will be more about those at another time. Also later to come: video game woes and bitching about fat jokes.
Currently, I'm feeling really stalker-y, as I've just read a year-and-a-half's worth of Gale's journal. And now I'm off to read more, because she's the one who clued me onto the Stoic Zombie OTP and I'm hoping for fic.
NOTE TO SELF: Buy some bleach and clean the bathroom. Also, if you could actually remember to grab that extra vacuum next time you're home, that'd be great. Because the floor is gross.
Anyway. Thanksgiving.
Went well for me. For one thing, I got there on time, unlike some people I could name, who, by the way, do not seem to properly appreciate the fact that their best friend gave them the wake up call they asked for at a quarter to three in the morning. Just by the by.
The thing is, I love my family. No, more, I like them. They're smart and quirky and snarky and I heart them. I enjoy spending time with them.
Also, these are people who have their priorities in order. We had four side dishes and eight desserts. Eight kinds of dessert. And, y'know, you guys may mock me for my love of pie. My family may mock me for my love of pie. But we still ended up with FIVE KINDS OF PIE at Thanksgiving dinner.
Apple and pumpkin and coconut and peanut butter and OMG, PINEAPPLE.
And then there was OMG, BLACKBERRY WINE CAKE (which has, btw, totally become my signature dessert, to the point where, as a matter of course, I get the lion's share of the leftovers) and this peanut butter/caramel cheesecake which I didn't actually eat any of (things kind of petered out early this year; I didn't get a chance to hit my second wind) and then, finally, Fantastic Dessert. Which, for those of you not in the know, is a thickly layered dessert of whipped cream, cream cheese, and chocolate pudding, atop a pecan-studded crust.
And we had a new hit hor d'oeuvres this year. Know what it was?
Tiny sausages, wrapped in bacon, and dipped in a brown sugar sauce. Jesus, those were good.
And after the eating - okay, after most of them were done eating and Amber and I were still working on our dessert plates - we sat around talking and Richard and I freaked Cody, the newest edition to the family, out with tales of our lesbian grandmothers and our crazy, crazy, OMG!crazy mother. Cody, my cousin Jesse's husband, is in the Army and younger than me, which freaked me right out when I heard. He's homophobic, racist, and sexist, but damn that boy makes a killer pie.
Oh, yeah. About my hopes for my own personal pie. I didn't get a pie.
I GOT TWO! My family = best ever. I got a pineapple pie and a peanut butter pie.
And we played Cranium: Family Fun Edition and god, I kinda suck. I couldn't for the life of me think of a zoo animal beginning with r. My guess? Rantelope. Because I am dumb. And I don't do well with time limits. Also, I cannot draw a monkey and should never ever try again.
On the plus side, I got to use the tiny amount of clay to sculpt something that would make Amber guess "belly button". I decided the best way to do that would be to sculpt a really well-endowed torso. Because obviously, the boobs would let her know it was a torso. Yeah, not so much. Aunt Deanna got it! And then I finished carving out the belly button with my pinky nail and when she still didn't get it, I had to use the really tiny amount of clay I had to left to make some half-assed legs. Then she got it and we won. So yay, me.
I then spent two-and-a-half, three days, watching TV. Much of that was spent on zombie movies. And a couple caper movies. And the really, really, horribly bad cheesy sci-fi film (SFC's Saturday night movie! Angry Iraqis conjure up an ancient monster! There is the obligatory Stupid Reporter and her much smarter sidekick, Cameraman!).
Anyway, there will be more about those at another time. Also later to come: video game woes and bitching about fat jokes.
Currently, I'm feeling really stalker-y, as I've just read a year-and-a-half's worth of Gale's journal. And now I'm off to read more, because she's the one who clued me onto the Stoic Zombie OTP and I'm hoping for fic.
