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So, Christmas is technically over, although I have at least two more Christmas celebrations to have before it's really over for me.
Christmas eve was spent, as usual, at my grandmothers (on my father's side). Chris, Tara, and I exchanged gifts earlier in the day since Tara was heading to her mom's. They got me Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, both the BBC series and the movie. We headed over to mu grandmother's at around sixish, and we were greeted by the most adorable little puppy that I swear looks just like an Ewok. His name was William (everyone calls him Willi), and the poor little thing was in such shock from all the peope around him, that he was shaking like crazy while I held him. Similarly to my dog, he couldn't really stand to sit still most of the time, but he didn't seem to mind the comfort of being held. He was so scared. Once dinner started, though, he'd gotten used to it and was mostly just excited.
I was a little (and I meant only a little) disappointed with dinner this year. Usually, my grandmother makes two different kinds of pasta (one with tomato sauce, one with oil and garlic), and they order out a few different kinds of fish from a really excellent caterer. But, this year, since my grandfather's in a nursing home, she didn't really have time to plan anything herself, so my uncle Steven took care of it, and while the pasta was pretty much the same (and very yummy), he made the fish himself. And it was still good, just not really the same. And it was weird not having my grandfather there.
I constantly forget how many people on my dad's side smoke, especially my grandmother. I always feel like it's the first time I'm finding out every time I see her with one. The first half of the evening was pretty lax with it, and mostly they were smoking in the kitchen. It was towards the end of the evening that it was getting bad enough to make me sick. But, soon enough after, we left. I got to see my baby cousins, although they're not really babies anymore. They remind me so much of my brother and I when we were there age, with the very subtle hinting that the middle of dinner was time to open presents since they had sufficiently eaten. And, since they're so damned adorable, and not at all annoying, really, they were given all their gifts to open while we were clearing the table for dessert. Which kinda just set off everyone opening. I got these really adorable and comfy pajama pants and a really soft, pink, warm, fluffy robe from my aunt Leslie and uncle Joe (they're the ones with the young children), I got a gift card to Best Buy from my uncle Steven and aunt Joanne, and my grandmother gave me this really fancy electric razor (which I really don't get) and a little money. I'm hoping to return the razor.
Everyone seemed to like the gifts we got, and my aunts and uncles were pleasantly surprised that Chris, Tara, and I had gotten them anything at all. Dessert was yummy (chocolate cream pie with fresh whipped cream and cheesecake), and now I'm making myself hungry.
The kids started getting tired, which was very apparent with Leanne accidentally left a pencil on the floor, which Willi chewed and swallowed a bit of. She was so tired that she blamed herself and got really upset. Now, usually when kids cry and overreact to stuff, it's really irritating, but she was so genuinely upset and worried for the dog, I just wanted to hug and squeeze the guilt right out of her. Anyway, that kind of set off everyone, in turn, leaving. Chris, my mom, my dad, and I were last (Tara had already headed to her moms, so my dad drove us home).
And this is where the complaining about my father beings! ('Twouldn't be a holiday without it!) Before we actually got home, we were talking about Christmas morning. Every year since my father left us, he comes over in the morning, gets all the gifts set up, and then we all open gifts, have chocolate cake for pre-breakfast, and often go out to breakfast afterwards. Then, much to our irritation, he sticks around all day, gliding from room to room, watching stuff with us or playing games with us (depending on what we got for Christmas), then later on we order Chinese food, and after dinner and the movie we watched during it, he finally leaves. Now, as is obvious, I don't really want him there. I did kinda like him being there first thing in the morning while we open gifts, but after that, I'm pretty much done. I've had sufficient time to satisfy the child in me that still loves her daddy, and I want him to get the fuck out.
Mostly.
This year, first he tells us he wants to come over. Like, eight. Eight? Eight?!?! Last year he didn't want to wake up before ten! And Chris and I are not six anymore. We do not wake up with the sun ready to open presents. We like sleep, and we're much less impatient. So eight?! If we'd suggested eight to him within the last five years, he would have gotten irritated and said no. But this year, he wants to come over at eight. 'Cause... he wants to spend lots and lots of time with his beloved children, right? Hardly. It's pretty clear to us that he's got plans to go to Pennsylvania to see his girlfriend as soon as he can skip out on us, 'cause he had yesterday and today off. So, of course, I didn't want to give him what he wanted, or get up that early, so we got it pushed by to nine. I know, a whole hour, but he was very clearly unhappy about it, so that was good enough.
Well, turns out that sleep wasn't really on the agenda for me anyway. I finally fell asleep at around one and slept great until five. At which point and tossed and turned and stared at the ceiling begging for sleep until eight, when I finally gave up and watched a couple episodes of Hitchhiker's Guide until it was time to go downstairs. My father in all his "I want to get there at eight o'clock in the morning" bullshit, he was still like, fifteen minutes late. But it was a very nice morning. My parents opened gifts first (or, mine at least since Chris and Tara had given them theirs on Christmas eve), and they both loved what I got them. Then Chris and I opened our very spoiling stack of presents (they always spoil us rotten on Christmas). This is the only year that I've gotten exclusively DVDs (except for a gift card to Barnes & Noble and the gift card to Best Buy for $10 that they got for spending so much money at once).
I got (if I remember correctly)...
Dead Zone Season Two
Gilmore Girls Season Five
Family Guy Vol. Three
Touching Evil Season One
Batman the Animated Series Vol. One
Tru Calling Season Two
Alias Season One
The Thin Man Collection
My Man Godfried
The Philadelphia Story
Bringing Up Baby
The Die Hard Trilogy
Serenity
A Doctor Who DVD (I don't remember which one.)
The Abbot & Costello Collection Vol. 4 (which I'll be exchanging because, unfortunately, it's the only one with utter crap on it)
All very good stuff. A little confused as to why some of them were chosen over other stuff I'd written down, but still, very, very appreciated. I'm mostly excited about Touching Evil 'cause that's something I never would have gotten myself, but when I heard about it it seemed like so my style. I can't wait to see if it sucks or not!
So about a half an hour after we finish opening stuff and eating cake, my father starts pacing, and talking about how tired he is. And, very soon after that, says that he's going to go home and go back to bed. My poor exhausted father. What a crock of shit. And you know, I feel retarded for even being upset about it, 'cause every year before this, I wanted him to leave exactly when he did, and those were the years that he stuck around. And even this year, I had a much better day without him lurking around and making me all uncomfortable. But at the same time, he's my father, and he's supposed to be there. He lied to us, again, like he always does, and that hurts even more. It's so blatantly obvious who was most important to him at the holidays, and yet again, his children were at the bottom of that list. That hurts. And I would've said something, too, if I hadn't just opened a lot of money's worth of stuff he's bought half of.
Anyway, enough of that. After he left, my mother made french toast and eggs, and we sat down to start watching Gilmore Girls while eating breakfast. I hung out watching stuff with my mom for a while, and at around 4:30, passed out in a much_less_restful then I was hoping nap. Then Chris hung out and watched a movie with her. Once I woke up, we all got ready (Tara included since she was back) and we wernt out for the traditional Chinese food Christmas dinner. Which was awesome. Instead of ordering in, we went to a buffet place, and I ate way too much. And right about now, I'd like to go back.
We went back home after dinner, I watched a little more TV with my mom, and then tried to go to bed early. That, unfortunately, didn't work. So I tried working on my room a bit (I have a lot to get rid of, a lot to reorganize, and a massive overhaul to do), and finally, at around four, fell asleep. And six hours later, I was up and on my way, here, to work.
Fortunately, I still have more Christmas to look forward to!
I miss Genevieve and Michael, but they'll be coming back tomorrow night, and I'll get to spend the night and Wednesday with them. Then on Saturday, earlier in the day, we're going to his parents to celebrate with them. And I'd like, at some point in the next week or two, to get together with George and possibly Matt.
So yeah, pretty much good stuff. Merry (belated) Christmas everybody! And Happy Whateverelse anyone reading this celebrates.
Christmas eve was spent, as usual, at my grandmothers (on my father's side). Chris, Tara, and I exchanged gifts earlier in the day since Tara was heading to her mom's. They got me Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, both the BBC series and the movie. We headed over to mu grandmother's at around sixish, and we were greeted by the most adorable little puppy that I swear looks just like an Ewok. His name was William (everyone calls him Willi), and the poor little thing was in such shock from all the peope around him, that he was shaking like crazy while I held him. Similarly to my dog, he couldn't really stand to sit still most of the time, but he didn't seem to mind the comfort of being held. He was so scared. Once dinner started, though, he'd gotten used to it and was mostly just excited.
I was a little (and I meant only a little) disappointed with dinner this year. Usually, my grandmother makes two different kinds of pasta (one with tomato sauce, one with oil and garlic), and they order out a few different kinds of fish from a really excellent caterer. But, this year, since my grandfather's in a nursing home, she didn't really have time to plan anything herself, so my uncle Steven took care of it, and while the pasta was pretty much the same (and very yummy), he made the fish himself. And it was still good, just not really the same. And it was weird not having my grandfather there.
I constantly forget how many people on my dad's side smoke, especially my grandmother. I always feel like it's the first time I'm finding out every time I see her with one. The first half of the evening was pretty lax with it, and mostly they were smoking in the kitchen. It was towards the end of the evening that it was getting bad enough to make me sick. But, soon enough after, we left. I got to see my baby cousins, although they're not really babies anymore. They remind me so much of my brother and I when we were there age, with the very subtle hinting that the middle of dinner was time to open presents since they had sufficiently eaten. And, since they're so damned adorable, and not at all annoying, really, they were given all their gifts to open while we were clearing the table for dessert. Which kinda just set off everyone opening. I got these really adorable and comfy pajama pants and a really soft, pink, warm, fluffy robe from my aunt Leslie and uncle Joe (they're the ones with the young children), I got a gift card to Best Buy from my uncle Steven and aunt Joanne, and my grandmother gave me this really fancy electric razor (which I really don't get) and a little money. I'm hoping to return the razor.
Everyone seemed to like the gifts we got, and my aunts and uncles were pleasantly surprised that Chris, Tara, and I had gotten them anything at all. Dessert was yummy (chocolate cream pie with fresh whipped cream and cheesecake), and now I'm making myself hungry.
The kids started getting tired, which was very apparent with Leanne accidentally left a pencil on the floor, which Willi chewed and swallowed a bit of. She was so tired that she blamed herself and got really upset. Now, usually when kids cry and overreact to stuff, it's really irritating, but she was so genuinely upset and worried for the dog, I just wanted to hug and squeeze the guilt right out of her. Anyway, that kind of set off everyone, in turn, leaving. Chris, my mom, my dad, and I were last (Tara had already headed to her moms, so my dad drove us home).
And this is where the complaining about my father beings! ('Twouldn't be a holiday without it!) Before we actually got home, we were talking about Christmas morning. Every year since my father left us, he comes over in the morning, gets all the gifts set up, and then we all open gifts, have chocolate cake for pre-breakfast, and often go out to breakfast afterwards. Then, much to our irritation, he sticks around all day, gliding from room to room, watching stuff with us or playing games with us (depending on what we got for Christmas), then later on we order Chinese food, and after dinner and the movie we watched during it, he finally leaves. Now, as is obvious, I don't really want him there. I did kinda like him being there first thing in the morning while we open gifts, but after that, I'm pretty much done. I've had sufficient time to satisfy the child in me that still loves her daddy, and I want him to get the fuck out.
Mostly.
This year, first he tells us he wants to come over. Like, eight. Eight? Eight?!?! Last year he didn't want to wake up before ten! And Chris and I are not six anymore. We do not wake up with the sun ready to open presents. We like sleep, and we're much less impatient. So eight?! If we'd suggested eight to him within the last five years, he would have gotten irritated and said no. But this year, he wants to come over at eight. 'Cause... he wants to spend lots and lots of time with his beloved children, right? Hardly. It's pretty clear to us that he's got plans to go to Pennsylvania to see his girlfriend as soon as he can skip out on us, 'cause he had yesterday and today off. So, of course, I didn't want to give him what he wanted, or get up that early, so we got it pushed by to nine. I know, a whole hour, but he was very clearly unhappy about it, so that was good enough.
Well, turns out that sleep wasn't really on the agenda for me anyway. I finally fell asleep at around one and slept great until five. At which point and tossed and turned and stared at the ceiling begging for sleep until eight, when I finally gave up and watched a couple episodes of Hitchhiker's Guide until it was time to go downstairs. My father in all his "I want to get there at eight o'clock in the morning" bullshit, he was still like, fifteen minutes late. But it was a very nice morning. My parents opened gifts first (or, mine at least since Chris and Tara had given them theirs on Christmas eve), and they both loved what I got them. Then Chris and I opened our very spoiling stack of presents (they always spoil us rotten on Christmas). This is the only year that I've gotten exclusively DVDs (except for a gift card to Barnes & Noble and the gift card to Best Buy for $10 that they got for spending so much money at once).
I got (if I remember correctly)...
Dead Zone Season Two
Gilmore Girls Season Five
Family Guy Vol. Three
Touching Evil Season One
Batman the Animated Series Vol. One
Tru Calling Season Two
Alias Season One
The Thin Man Collection
My Man Godfried
The Philadelphia Story
Bringing Up Baby
The Die Hard Trilogy
Serenity
A Doctor Who DVD (I don't remember which one.)
The Abbot & Costello Collection Vol. 4 (which I'll be exchanging because, unfortunately, it's the only one with utter crap on it)
All very good stuff. A little confused as to why some of them were chosen over other stuff I'd written down, but still, very, very appreciated. I'm mostly excited about Touching Evil 'cause that's something I never would have gotten myself, but when I heard about it it seemed like so my style. I can't wait to see if it sucks or not!
So about a half an hour after we finish opening stuff and eating cake, my father starts pacing, and talking about how tired he is. And, very soon after that, says that he's going to go home and go back to bed. My poor exhausted father. What a crock of shit. And you know, I feel retarded for even being upset about it, 'cause every year before this, I wanted him to leave exactly when he did, and those were the years that he stuck around. And even this year, I had a much better day without him lurking around and making me all uncomfortable. But at the same time, he's my father, and he's supposed to be there. He lied to us, again, like he always does, and that hurts even more. It's so blatantly obvious who was most important to him at the holidays, and yet again, his children were at the bottom of that list. That hurts. And I would've said something, too, if I hadn't just opened a lot of money's worth of stuff he's bought half of.
Anyway, enough of that. After he left, my mother made french toast and eggs, and we sat down to start watching Gilmore Girls while eating breakfast. I hung out watching stuff with my mom for a while, and at around 4:30, passed out in a much_less_restful then I was hoping nap. Then Chris hung out and watched a movie with her. Once I woke up, we all got ready (Tara included since she was back) and we wernt out for the traditional Chinese food Christmas dinner. Which was awesome. Instead of ordering in, we went to a buffet place, and I ate way too much. And right about now, I'd like to go back.
We went back home after dinner, I watched a little more TV with my mom, and then tried to go to bed early. That, unfortunately, didn't work. So I tried working on my room a bit (I have a lot to get rid of, a lot to reorganize, and a massive overhaul to do), and finally, at around four, fell asleep. And six hours later, I was up and on my way, here, to work.
Fortunately, I still have more Christmas to look forward to!
I miss Genevieve and Michael, but they'll be coming back tomorrow night, and I'll get to spend the night and Wednesday with them. Then on Saturday, earlier in the day, we're going to his parents to celebrate with them. And I'd like, at some point in the next week or two, to get together with George and possibly Matt.
So yeah, pretty much good stuff. Merry (belated) Christmas everybody! And Happy Whateverelse anyone reading this celebrates.