Thanksgiving....
Sigh. My Thanksgiving was pretty uneventful. My aunt just moved into a new house way out in Richmond, Texas and we spent Thanksgiving there. Richmond is a suburb of Houston with ceap land, so there are a lot of "planned communities" built out there and not much else. There is a prison, though. Minimum Security of course.
Mostly, it's alot of open fields out there. Between the fog that descends on the fields at night, and the sinisterly perfect cookie-cutter houses, I was half expecting to see a sign saying Camp Crystal Lake, 1 mile.
We spent the night Wednesday and Thursday evening. The house is nice, but god save me if I ever end up living in a McMansion. I'll kill myself.
On the plus side, she does have a media room, complete with 70" HD television. I nearly pissed myself when I saw that HDNet was holding an Arrested Develepment marathon (true story: my aunt actually lives in the model home of her neighborhood--I'm sure no one gets the reference). I was locked in that media room All. Day. And since we had no glazed ham this year, I would've skipped dinner too if it hand't switched over to hockey around 6. I'll eat turkey, but my heart belongs to that sugar-basted pork. Not even the sweet potatoes and my mom's homemade stuffing could console me. I still want my fucking ham dammit.
In other news, my twin cousins turned 3 the Saturday after Thanksgiving. They didn't have a party since their b-day is so close to the holiday, but I did visit with them and we had cake.
I hardly get to see little Michael and Michelle now since I live way up here, but they're still like my babies. Micheal is the sweetest little boy (with the biggest head ever), and Michelle is still as crafty and devious as ever. She's like a velociraptor. You can't understand her language, yet you can see the thoughts turning in her little head and you just KNOW nothing good will come of it. A few months ago, we were watching t.v. together, and suddenly she turned to me with the most deadly serious look a 2 year old can muster and said, "I kill you". I laughed my ass off when she did it, and I'm pretty sure she just saw it on a movie, but Michelle is....cunning. I don't know if you can call a 3 year old cunning, but she is. It freaks me out sometimes.
Anyhow, I left Sunday afternoon and was so happy to go. I love my family, but I love my freedom even more, too. But I'll have to go back in a few weeks for Christmas. Blah. Not looking forward to that.
Mostly, it's alot of open fields out there. Between the fog that descends on the fields at night, and the sinisterly perfect cookie-cutter houses, I was half expecting to see a sign saying Camp Crystal Lake, 1 mile.
We spent the night Wednesday and Thursday evening. The house is nice, but god save me if I ever end up living in a McMansion. I'll kill myself.
On the plus side, she does have a media room, complete with 70" HD television. I nearly pissed myself when I saw that HDNet was holding an Arrested Develepment marathon (true story: my aunt actually lives in the model home of her neighborhood--I'm sure no one gets the reference). I was locked in that media room All. Day. And since we had no glazed ham this year, I would've skipped dinner too if it hand't switched over to hockey around 6. I'll eat turkey, but my heart belongs to that sugar-basted pork. Not even the sweet potatoes and my mom's homemade stuffing could console me. I still want my fucking ham dammit.
In other news, my twin cousins turned 3 the Saturday after Thanksgiving. They didn't have a party since their b-day is so close to the holiday, but I did visit with them and we had cake.
I hardly get to see little Michael and Michelle now since I live way up here, but they're still like my babies. Micheal is the sweetest little boy (with the biggest head ever), and Michelle is still as crafty and devious as ever. She's like a velociraptor. You can't understand her language, yet you can see the thoughts turning in her little head and you just KNOW nothing good will come of it. A few months ago, we were watching t.v. together, and suddenly she turned to me with the most deadly serious look a 2 year old can muster and said, "I kill you". I laughed my ass off when she did it, and I'm pretty sure she just saw it on a movie, but Michelle is....cunning. I don't know if you can call a 3 year old cunning, but she is. It freaks me out sometimes.
Anyhow, I left Sunday afternoon and was so happy to go. I love my family, but I love my freedom even more, too. But I'll have to go back in a few weeks for Christmas. Blah. Not looking forward to that.