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i hope everyone had a fabulous easter!
and i hope everyone has their taxes done!
as for me, my easter was quite odd. for me a normal holiday is D-U-L-L: dinner at my mom's boyfriend's house with his 4 sons, my sister, her fiance, my brother, and any girlfriends the boys invite. dinner is a long awkward silence with the occasional "the food is great, thank you" from jerry's sons, they take turns saying it. after dinner, we all leave as quickly as possible and then my brother and i have friends over before my mom comes home. that describes every holiday for the last 4 years, minus mandatory board games or disasterous attempts to deep fry a turkey. D-U-L-L.
easter 2006:
jerry bought a showtime rotisserie after he saw the infomercial to "just set it and forget it". he gave up on the deep fryer, i guess. he's used this rotisserie at every holiday for at least 6 months, and he's so addicted to setting it and forgetting it that i'm sure he uses the thing at least once a week. you'd think that would be enough experience to cook a turkey in it today. if you thought that, you and i would both be wrong. the smallest bird my mom could find was 16lbs and its recommended to not go above 15lbs. you know why 15lbs is the recommended limit?! because at 16lbs, the bird is too big to fit in the rotisserie. so they cut the wings off and tucked in the legs and broke the poor things entire body to squish it in. jerry got it inside and it was rotating, reluctantly. the turkey was so fat that it picked up the tin foil that was catching all the drippings but decided to drop it off in the back, covering the burners and blocking all the heat. cut off a few more pieces here and there. fits a little better and rotates well, for a while. then it started flopping around which made the whole rotisserie jump about a 1/2 inch to the left every time. we didn't mind that, but then a leg got stuck in a burner and jammed and smoke started billowing out. jerry tied the legs in with string. 10 minutes later it happened again. he sawed the end of one of the legs off and added more string. the turkey kept being uncooperative for another hour, but i think you get the point.
i dyed eggs...only 12. they dried and were promptly peeled and used. i have more to dye tomorrow or another time, at least.
me and my sister started talking about the wedding. it lasted about 30 seconds before my mom told me to shut up. shes a little pissed off about the dress situation...we all had to put a rush on our dresses because of 1 girl who ordered hers online and didnt tell anyone. i'm a silver lining kind of person, so rather than get hung up on paying $90 more, i'm happy that i won't be naked in the wedding which i've been half-joking about and was recently looking more and more like a possibility.
jerry's son grant never showed up (grant= #2 cuz i can't seem to put their names with their faces) so there was a serious excess of food. in the middle of dinner #1 and #3 started stabbing eachother with their silverware. #1 is almost 25 and #3 is at least a year older than me and they had to be separated after #1 drew blood. #1 opened a bottle of wine from the freezer and it was almost completely frozen, he got a little bit of slush out.
the dogs came in after dinner to vaccuum but no one thought to put them out before dessert was ready to be served. someone (#4 the moron) left the pies on the table unaccompanied...and xena (as in, warrior princess) figured out the table cloth trick. we were all gathered round zeus who was laying on his back, legs sticking up in the air, mouth open and tongue almost on the floor which had us all amused until silverware started clanging and dessert plates were breaking as they hit the floor. zeus popped up and ran into the dining room with the people close behind. theres xena and zeus vaccuuming dessert off the floor. animals who are siblings should not be raised together because they are mischievious little bastards. george and gracie (my kittens) do it, as did nitty and deform-o...with cats its funny, the dogs were destructive and they ate all the dessert. it gave them really bad gas. lol. we cut out when that started.
i don't think i included that brian and i broke up in my previous posts. brian= "got a new boyfriend. i met him at the bar. most of the time i just want to kick him." most of the time became all the time. i'm not sure why, but he had to go before i actually did it. anyway, i haven't seen or heard from him in 2 weeks and he called to wish me a "happy easter or something". he was gonna come over and hang out. we never made it in the house. instead we messed around in the backseat of my car in the garage.
lol. easter rocked.
now i have to do my brother's taxes...if he can't do laundry, he can't do his own taxes, i don't care what the turbo tax commercial says.
and i hope everyone has their taxes done!
as for me, my easter was quite odd. for me a normal holiday is D-U-L-L: dinner at my mom's boyfriend's house with his 4 sons, my sister, her fiance, my brother, and any girlfriends the boys invite. dinner is a long awkward silence with the occasional "the food is great, thank you" from jerry's sons, they take turns saying it. after dinner, we all leave as quickly as possible and then my brother and i have friends over before my mom comes home. that describes every holiday for the last 4 years, minus mandatory board games or disasterous attempts to deep fry a turkey. D-U-L-L.
easter 2006:
jerry bought a showtime rotisserie after he saw the infomercial to "just set it and forget it". he gave up on the deep fryer, i guess. he's used this rotisserie at every holiday for at least 6 months, and he's so addicted to setting it and forgetting it that i'm sure he uses the thing at least once a week. you'd think that would be enough experience to cook a turkey in it today. if you thought that, you and i would both be wrong. the smallest bird my mom could find was 16lbs and its recommended to not go above 15lbs. you know why 15lbs is the recommended limit?! because at 16lbs, the bird is too big to fit in the rotisserie. so they cut the wings off and tucked in the legs and broke the poor things entire body to squish it in. jerry got it inside and it was rotating, reluctantly. the turkey was so fat that it picked up the tin foil that was catching all the drippings but decided to drop it off in the back, covering the burners and blocking all the heat. cut off a few more pieces here and there. fits a little better and rotates well, for a while. then it started flopping around which made the whole rotisserie jump about a 1/2 inch to the left every time. we didn't mind that, but then a leg got stuck in a burner and jammed and smoke started billowing out. jerry tied the legs in with string. 10 minutes later it happened again. he sawed the end of one of the legs off and added more string. the turkey kept being uncooperative for another hour, but i think you get the point.
i dyed eggs...only 12. they dried and were promptly peeled and used. i have more to dye tomorrow or another time, at least.
me and my sister started talking about the wedding. it lasted about 30 seconds before my mom told me to shut up. shes a little pissed off about the dress situation...we all had to put a rush on our dresses because of 1 girl who ordered hers online and didnt tell anyone. i'm a silver lining kind of person, so rather than get hung up on paying $90 more, i'm happy that i won't be naked in the wedding which i've been half-joking about and was recently looking more and more like a possibility.
jerry's son grant never showed up (grant= #2 cuz i can't seem to put their names with their faces) so there was a serious excess of food. in the middle of dinner #1 and #3 started stabbing eachother with their silverware. #1 is almost 25 and #3 is at least a year older than me and they had to be separated after #1 drew blood. #1 opened a bottle of wine from the freezer and it was almost completely frozen, he got a little bit of slush out.
the dogs came in after dinner to vaccuum but no one thought to put them out before dessert was ready to be served. someone (#4 the moron) left the pies on the table unaccompanied...and xena (as in, warrior princess) figured out the table cloth trick. we were all gathered round zeus who was laying on his back, legs sticking up in the air, mouth open and tongue almost on the floor which had us all amused until silverware started clanging and dessert plates were breaking as they hit the floor. zeus popped up and ran into the dining room with the people close behind. theres xena and zeus vaccuuming dessert off the floor. animals who are siblings should not be raised together because they are mischievious little bastards. george and gracie (my kittens) do it, as did nitty and deform-o...with cats its funny, the dogs were destructive and they ate all the dessert. it gave them really bad gas. lol. we cut out when that started.
i don't think i included that brian and i broke up in my previous posts. brian= "got a new boyfriend. i met him at the bar. most of the time i just want to kick him." most of the time became all the time. i'm not sure why, but he had to go before i actually did it. anyway, i haven't seen or heard from him in 2 weeks and he called to wish me a "happy easter or something". he was gonna come over and hang out. we never made it in the house. instead we messed around in the backseat of my car in the garage.
lol. easter rocked.
now i have to do my brother's taxes...if he can't do laundry, he can't do his own taxes, i don't care what the turbo tax commercial says.