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It's only technically still Christmas here for about half an hour, but no reason not to post half-asleep anyway.
Unwrapped presents this morning with just mom and Alan the half-brother person. Them? Coffee. Me? Hot chocolate. Suckers! Dad seemed to think it was a better idea to call and make mom cry by yelling at her inbetween that and going to lunch at Nana and Papa's later instead of actually showing up. Joy!
Odd, I want to stop typing already.
But you're not that lucky. I heard her from across the house and went to give her a big hug, and she said she didn't know what she'd do without me sometimes. Aw~ The rest of the day was actually okay. Only up or even from that, I guess? Lunch was leftovers from Christmas Eve supper and sandwiches, which was perfectly fine if not better to me. Except it was ham sandwiches, so...I just kind of stuffed the tomatoes for them on my plate to eat seperately with the regular food. Then, I sat there listening to hunting stories from my cousin Andy and Uncle Jimmy while eating my vegetarian friendly plate. Oh boy. After they leave, there was the fun of Papa fussing at Nana and my mom while they're trying to help his confused bedridden self with all his piles of medication he has to take every day. I wouldn't be surprised if mom spent a full hour putting all his pills in those little plastic containers so they could keep it straight for the rest of the week. This was around when I was helping Nana not drop and break any of the dishes; She even missed the counter trying to set the tea pitcher she just filled down and spilled the whole thing onto the floor. Mom just kind of shooed us out of the way and rushed to clean it up and Nana had a fun time insulting herself over it.
Before we left to go home -- and just watch a movie (The Brothers Grimm), which was the smartest thing all day -- mom decided to do what all my closer female friends seem to have a habit of doing: Completely berate the general existence of males as a complaint to me as if I am not one. Just one of the girls! (?) I'm actually kind of used to it after a while, even if it gets depressing from certain people, but this is the first time I think my own mother has done it. I really did need to be her daughter, I guess. The annoying part comes later when the individual goes trying to point out I should, shouldn't, or "can't" do things because I'm a guy. What a smashing way to be treated, a truly novel way of dealing with me.
However, before it sounds too much like I spent my entire Christmas self-absorbed with pity for the situation(s), I actually did get a pretty comfortable vibe through most of it all. You can actually thank Jesus for that one.
And as for what I got this morning? Resident Evil 4, Devil May Cry 3, the entirety of Neon Genesis Evangelion (which...I barely like, considering its following...but I suppose now I can watch it all at once in Japanese), War of the Worlds, the BBC renditions of The Chronicles of Narnia, and some blank DVD's. From mom with dad's money and tagged Santa. ...oh, and $50 from Grandma, as a little envelope under the tree. The circle is complete.
If any of the holiday pictures of mine aren't utterly embarassing, they may wind up here, or secretly smuggled to people who will point and laugh less than the others. But that will be later. Now is sleep.
Unwrapped presents this morning with just mom and Alan the half-brother person. Them? Coffee. Me? Hot chocolate. Suckers! Dad seemed to think it was a better idea to call and make mom cry by yelling at her inbetween that and going to lunch at Nana and Papa's later instead of actually showing up. Joy!
Odd, I want to stop typing already.
But you're not that lucky. I heard her from across the house and went to give her a big hug, and she said she didn't know what she'd do without me sometimes. Aw~ The rest of the day was actually okay. Only up or even from that, I guess? Lunch was leftovers from Christmas Eve supper and sandwiches, which was perfectly fine if not better to me. Except it was ham sandwiches, so...I just kind of stuffed the tomatoes for them on my plate to eat seperately with the regular food. Then, I sat there listening to hunting stories from my cousin Andy and Uncle Jimmy while eating my vegetarian friendly plate. Oh boy. After they leave, there was the fun of Papa fussing at Nana and my mom while they're trying to help his confused bedridden self with all his piles of medication he has to take every day. I wouldn't be surprised if mom spent a full hour putting all his pills in those little plastic containers so they could keep it straight for the rest of the week. This was around when I was helping Nana not drop and break any of the dishes; She even missed the counter trying to set the tea pitcher she just filled down and spilled the whole thing onto the floor. Mom just kind of shooed us out of the way and rushed to clean it up and Nana had a fun time insulting herself over it.
Before we left to go home -- and just watch a movie (The Brothers Grimm), which was the smartest thing all day -- mom decided to do what all my closer female friends seem to have a habit of doing: Completely berate the general existence of males as a complaint to me as if I am not one. Just one of the girls! (?) I'm actually kind of used to it after a while, even if it gets depressing from certain people, but this is the first time I think my own mother has done it. I really did need to be her daughter, I guess. The annoying part comes later when the individual goes trying to point out I should, shouldn't, or "can't" do things because I'm a guy. What a smashing way to be treated, a truly novel way of dealing with me.
However, before it sounds too much like I spent my entire Christmas self-absorbed with pity for the situation(s), I actually did get a pretty comfortable vibe through most of it all. You can actually thank Jesus for that one.
And as for what I got this morning? Resident Evil 4, Devil May Cry 3, the entirety of Neon Genesis Evangelion (which...I barely like, considering its following...but I suppose now I can watch it all at once in Japanese), War of the Worlds, the BBC renditions of The Chronicles of Narnia, and some blank DVD's. From mom with dad's money and tagged Santa. ...oh, and $50 from Grandma, as a little envelope under the tree. The circle is complete.
If any of the holiday pictures of mine aren't utterly embarassing, they may wind up here, or secretly smuggled to people who will point and laugh less than the others. But that will be later. Now is sleep.