Gobble!
I have decided, after careful consideration, that Jack's family is far superior to my own. Even if his maternal grandmother is senile and of questionable competence and his uncle is a loud-mouthed, small-minded man with too little hair and too much paunch. I'm a horrible person, yes, but I'm sure if I said this to Jack's face he'd just laugh and nod, so it's all good. Anyway, there was a pleasant lack of fighting, bitching, manipulation, and whining yesterday, and I didn't once get yelled at for being vegetarian.
It was a good day, really.
We headed over to Jack-mom's at around two, chauffered by Jeff who was, I'm told, wriggling out of having to help cook for his own Thanksgiving events. The twice-baked potatoes were his job though, so he didn't get to stay very long after he dumped us off. Just long enough to dip a spoon full of peanutbutter into our chocolate chips and lick it off. We made candy, you see, and while he wanted to stay and get messy with us, he couldn't. Poor thing. He missed some wonderful fun.
Apparently, when they were younger Jack and Jeff made candy with their mum every year for Christmas. This is something Jack wanted to do again and his mum was all too happy to oblige with. More time with her baby boy and all that. Jack and I spent the first half of Thanksgiving getting sticky (with me running to the sink to wash my hands and de-stickify every two or three minutes) and making nummerlicious chocolate covered cordial cherries, peanutbutter patties, and peppermint patties from scratch. His mum provided the recipes and helped with the ingredients and stuff, but more or less left us to ourselves once we started the messy bits. It was a blast, it really was.
Now all I have to do is convince myself that each time I go to the kitchen I am not required to snag a cherry or peanutbutter patty. It's an uphill battle and I'm getting my ass kicked quite thorougly.
After candy, Jack and I made our half of dinner. That is, Jack cooked and I lurked about, got under foot, and generally failed to keep my hands to myself. Hopefully his mom didn't mind too much- it's just something I'm used to doing. He cooks and I bother him. I do the dishes and he bothers me. It all balances out, and we mostly enjoy ourselves. What can I say? We're horrible. Anywho, dinner was veggie lasagna, potatoes, and bread stuffing, and it was pretty nummy. Jack's stepdad bought some cheapass, nasty wine and I ended up having two glasses because Jack didn't want his. If it had any effect on me, I didn't notice, though I will admit I was a little more talkative this time than the last time I was at his mum's. That could just be because I'm getting more comfortable around them. I dunno.
We're supposed to be going back at least once before Christmas, and then again for Christmas dinner. I have absolutely no idea what to expect with that, but I'm sure things will make more sense after the fact. It's nice to not be dreading the holidays and actually looking forward to them again. I missed that when I was at school/in New Jersey. Holidays are just things to be dreaded and avoided at all costs with my family, because of all the fighting and stress they bring. So far I haven't run into that here.
On a random side note, Jack's mom informed me that she likes me, and that she will adopt me. It makes me wonder if my relationship with Jack has quite sunk in yet, or if she is working on the assumption that we're just flatmates that are very, um, friendly. Still, it's good to know that I'm not coming across as some weird little thing that's got a nervous condition or which has an affliction. (Since moving I've become worse at not fidgeting around people, something which always got a "Stop that, they'll think you have an affliction or something" from my mother.)
In other news, I've been sleeping a lot lately, and I don't know why. I come home from work exhausted, sleep, wake up long enough to hang out with Jack for a few hours, and then crawl back into bed. Lately I've been getting something like twelve hours of sleep a day, and it doesn't seem like enough. My neck hurts off and on, not muscle pain or anything, but...thingies in my neck? I don't know how to explain it. It makes my ears and head hurt too. That just started recently though, and up until that started I figured it was just a combination of stress from work and being conjested. Now I'm not so sure. Jack said that if I'm not feeling better by tomorrow I should look into making a doctor's appointment, but I'm almost tempted to just ride it out and keep downing the maximum allowed daily dose of Aleeve. As it is I'm not going to be able to make my usual payment on the credit card this month (I usually do two hundred, but this month I'll have to do about half of that because of the bank overdraft thing)...I can't afford to miss time from work. Also, I can't trust myself to go back if I get a chunk of time off.
Now I'm going to struggle to keep my eyes open long enough to put my second load of laundry into the dryer. Sleepy Meg.
It was a good day, really.
We headed over to Jack-mom's at around two, chauffered by Jeff who was, I'm told, wriggling out of having to help cook for his own Thanksgiving events. The twice-baked potatoes were his job though, so he didn't get to stay very long after he dumped us off. Just long enough to dip a spoon full of peanutbutter into our chocolate chips and lick it off. We made candy, you see, and while he wanted to stay and get messy with us, he couldn't. Poor thing. He missed some wonderful fun.
Apparently, when they were younger Jack and Jeff made candy with their mum every year for Christmas. This is something Jack wanted to do again and his mum was all too happy to oblige with. More time with her baby boy and all that. Jack and I spent the first half of Thanksgiving getting sticky (with me running to the sink to wash my hands and de-stickify every two or three minutes) and making nummerlicious chocolate covered cordial cherries, peanutbutter patties, and peppermint patties from scratch. His mum provided the recipes and helped with the ingredients and stuff, but more or less left us to ourselves once we started the messy bits. It was a blast, it really was.
Now all I have to do is convince myself that each time I go to the kitchen I am not required to snag a cherry or peanutbutter patty. It's an uphill battle and I'm getting my ass kicked quite thorougly.
After candy, Jack and I made our half of dinner. That is, Jack cooked and I lurked about, got under foot, and generally failed to keep my hands to myself. Hopefully his mom didn't mind too much- it's just something I'm used to doing. He cooks and I bother him. I do the dishes and he bothers me. It all balances out, and we mostly enjoy ourselves. What can I say? We're horrible. Anywho, dinner was veggie lasagna, potatoes, and bread stuffing, and it was pretty nummy. Jack's stepdad bought some cheapass, nasty wine and I ended up having two glasses because Jack didn't want his. If it had any effect on me, I didn't notice, though I will admit I was a little more talkative this time than the last time I was at his mum's. That could just be because I'm getting more comfortable around them. I dunno.
We're supposed to be going back at least once before Christmas, and then again for Christmas dinner. I have absolutely no idea what to expect with that, but I'm sure things will make more sense after the fact. It's nice to not be dreading the holidays and actually looking forward to them again. I missed that when I was at school/in New Jersey. Holidays are just things to be dreaded and avoided at all costs with my family, because of all the fighting and stress they bring. So far I haven't run into that here.
On a random side note, Jack's mom informed me that she likes me, and that she will adopt me. It makes me wonder if my relationship with Jack has quite sunk in yet, or if she is working on the assumption that we're just flatmates that are very, um, friendly. Still, it's good to know that I'm not coming across as some weird little thing that's got a nervous condition or which has an affliction. (Since moving I've become worse at not fidgeting around people, something which always got a "Stop that, they'll think you have an affliction or something" from my mother.)
In other news, I've been sleeping a lot lately, and I don't know why. I come home from work exhausted, sleep, wake up long enough to hang out with Jack for a few hours, and then crawl back into bed. Lately I've been getting something like twelve hours of sleep a day, and it doesn't seem like enough. My neck hurts off and on, not muscle pain or anything, but...thingies in my neck? I don't know how to explain it. It makes my ears and head hurt too. That just started recently though, and up until that started I figured it was just a combination of stress from work and being conjested. Now I'm not so sure. Jack said that if I'm not feeling better by tomorrow I should look into making a doctor's appointment, but I'm almost tempted to just ride it out and keep downing the maximum allowed daily dose of Aleeve. As it is I'm not going to be able to make my usual payment on the credit card this month (I usually do two hundred, but this month I'll have to do about half of that because of the bank overdraft thing)...I can't afford to miss time from work. Also, I can't trust myself to go back if I get a chunk of time off.
Now I'm going to struggle to keep my eyes open long enough to put my second load of laundry into the dryer. Sleepy Meg.