The holidays
The holidays were wonderful. I took the day off for my birthday and James woke me up singing Happy birthday while waving a honey bun with candles in front of my face. He gave me a karaoke machine and we spent the morning singing and annoying the neighbors. I went to work for our christmas luncheon, which took longer than expected. We then braved a trip to the mall, and James helped a guy get his car out from being stuck in the mud on the way. James was very sweet to me the entire day and made fun of me for being old know.
Saturday we drove to Longview to visit his mother. It was interesting. She is staying with a minister of a biker church and his wife and daughter. He had been a biker most of his life, and sang "Amazing grace" to the tune of "House of the Rising Sun". It was a creepy combination. His wife seemed a bit prudish which is to be expected of a minister's wife but had appearantly once been a biker herself and was really good friends with Janis Joplin before she died. Their daughter was deaf, mostly blind, retarded, and spent the evening talking to herself in sign language and looking at things with a magnifying glass. It was an odd situation, an athiest and an agnostic sitting in a biker minister's home while James' mother would not stop talking. Needless to say we were happy to get out of there.
Christmas eve we slept in and cleaned the apartment a bit. We went to Walmart and got each other's stocking stuffers while the other person waited outside. We ended up opening our presents that night. He got two video games, a book for one of the games, a cricket phone, and an alectric razor. He gave me a star destroyer lego set (over 1300 pieces), a make your own mummy kit, and a pair of 1/4 carat diamond stud and white gold earrings. Christmas day we woke up in each other's arms. I put together my star destroyer and he played one of his games. I made ham, mashed potatoes, and a green bean casserole with coconut cream pie for dessert. Sadly he had to go to work that night but it was still a wonderful Christmas. Even though it was not our first Christmas together it was our first good one. Not because of the great gifts we were able to get each other but because of the happiness surrounding it. I was crying in bed from the pain in my back while he held a bowlfor me to pee in. We weren't worried about being able to pay bills. And there was a definite feeling that this would be the first of many good Christmas's together.
Plus we had lots of great sex. *grin*
Saturday we drove to Longview to visit his mother. It was interesting. She is staying with a minister of a biker church and his wife and daughter. He had been a biker most of his life, and sang "Amazing grace" to the tune of "House of the Rising Sun". It was a creepy combination. His wife seemed a bit prudish which is to be expected of a minister's wife but had appearantly once been a biker herself and was really good friends with Janis Joplin before she died. Their daughter was deaf, mostly blind, retarded, and spent the evening talking to herself in sign language and looking at things with a magnifying glass. It was an odd situation, an athiest and an agnostic sitting in a biker minister's home while James' mother would not stop talking. Needless to say we were happy to get out of there.
Christmas eve we slept in and cleaned the apartment a bit. We went to Walmart and got each other's stocking stuffers while the other person waited outside. We ended up opening our presents that night. He got two video games, a book for one of the games, a cricket phone, and an alectric razor. He gave me a star destroyer lego set (over 1300 pieces), a make your own mummy kit, and a pair of 1/4 carat diamond stud and white gold earrings. Christmas day we woke up in each other's arms. I put together my star destroyer and he played one of his games. I made ham, mashed potatoes, and a green bean casserole with coconut cream pie for dessert. Sadly he had to go to work that night but it was still a wonderful Christmas. Even though it was not our first Christmas together it was our first good one. Not because of the great gifts we were able to get each other but because of the happiness surrounding it. I was crying in bed from the pain in my back while he held a bowlfor me to pee in. We weren't worried about being able to pay bills. And there was a definite feeling that this would be the first of many good Christmas's together.
Plus we had lots of great sex. *grin*