I'll always hate your mother at least as much as I love you.
So, Jack and I are in Orlando now. Well, not really Orlando. It's Kissimmee, the land of double letters and suburbs. Seriously, that's the entire town. One big collection of pastel colored suburbs.
So far, I'm the only person in the house that speaks english almost exclusively. Jack is my translator and his cousin, Janette, is pretty bilingual. She has a child that I imagine speaks english as well, but he's three and therefore not a source of engaging conversation. Tomorrow Janette's husband, another almost exclusively english speaker, will be arriving. I'm excited about that.
Jack told his mom what a picky eater I am and how I don't like my food to touch. So, she's been preparing my meals in such a fashion that each bit of food not only doesn't touch, but it also has plenty of space on the plate. That makes me very happy. Unfortunately, I'm such a picky eater that I have issues with all the weird textures in the food. Luckily, it all tastes amazing.
Right after we arrived she started trying to bribe us into moving down here. So far, she's offered us a house right next door to her. She said it's a three bedroom, so there'll be plenty of room for us and the babies. I'm not really sure which of us she expects to carry the children, but she's very insistent about them.
This morning we cleaned and cut some sort of palm tree type leaves for tamales later. She said to me, "You want to work?" I thought, 'well, no. Who does, really?' But I said, "Uh, okay." I liked the cutting part the best. I made Jack do all the cleaning.
It's a little awkward though, honestly. I'm feeling kinda left out of everything. I can tell when things aren't really directed at me because those are the times that no one even attempts english. It's a strange sort of exclusion.
The drive sown was really the most fun. We started out taking interstates to keep from getting lost, but changed our plan halfway through and jumped on state roads. It was so dark and quiet driving at night. We pulled over to have a cigarette (the car is non-smoking) and found all the constellations you can't see in the city. I'd never seen the little dipper before.
Tomorrow we're going to Epcot Center with Jack's mom. I'm a little nervous about that. Three is an odd number for hanging out, especially when two of them can't communicate well. I also feel this inexplicable jealousy when she touches Jack. Normally, I'm pretty free with him. I mean, seriously, open relationship. I don't even mind if he has sex with someone else. But something about the territorial way she takes ownership of him makes me want to bark and pee on his leg or something.
So far, I'm the only person in the house that speaks english almost exclusively. Jack is my translator and his cousin, Janette, is pretty bilingual. She has a child that I imagine speaks english as well, but he's three and therefore not a source of engaging conversation. Tomorrow Janette's husband, another almost exclusively english speaker, will be arriving. I'm excited about that.
Jack told his mom what a picky eater I am and how I don't like my food to touch. So, she's been preparing my meals in such a fashion that each bit of food not only doesn't touch, but it also has plenty of space on the plate. That makes me very happy. Unfortunately, I'm such a picky eater that I have issues with all the weird textures in the food. Luckily, it all tastes amazing.
Right after we arrived she started trying to bribe us into moving down here. So far, she's offered us a house right next door to her. She said it's a three bedroom, so there'll be plenty of room for us and the babies. I'm not really sure which of us she expects to carry the children, but she's very insistent about them.
This morning we cleaned and cut some sort of palm tree type leaves for tamales later. She said to me, "You want to work?" I thought, 'well, no. Who does, really?' But I said, "Uh, okay." I liked the cutting part the best. I made Jack do all the cleaning.
It's a little awkward though, honestly. I'm feeling kinda left out of everything. I can tell when things aren't really directed at me because those are the times that no one even attempts english. It's a strange sort of exclusion.
The drive sown was really the most fun. We started out taking interstates to keep from getting lost, but changed our plan halfway through and jumped on state roads. It was so dark and quiet driving at night. We pulled over to have a cigarette (the car is non-smoking) and found all the constellations you can't see in the city. I'd never seen the little dipper before.
Tomorrow we're going to Epcot Center with Jack's mom. I'm a little nervous about that. Three is an odd number for hanging out, especially when two of them can't communicate well. I also feel this inexplicable jealousy when she touches Jack. Normally, I'm pretty free with him. I mean, seriously, open relationship. I don't even mind if he has sex with someone else. But something about the territorial way she takes ownership of him makes me want to bark and pee on his leg or something.