A Message From The Ketchup Advisory Board
Nov. 30th, 2002 05:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hiddenmuse{Or, how I spent Thanksgiving with my families.}
Thursday morning, I went to my older stepsister's house (older as in "older of the two" - she's 26) to have Thanksgiving dinner with my dad & his family. Surprisingly, it was an uneventful day. When I say "uneventful", I mean that there were no long-sublimated frustrations exorcised at the dinner table. No "could you pass the turkey" coming out as "thanks for fucking up my life, dad!" :)
It was a house full of people, lots of adults and little kids. I think my year-old nephew Braden had the right idea - he sat in his high chair, stripped down to his diaper and socks, eating his dinner. My stepsisters' two month old nephew (by their half-sister) Eli also was onto something - be really darn cute and doted upon by relatives for making the slightest sound or gesture.
After having watched a couple of X-Files episodes - which yes, did have the Smoking Man in them - and eating as much food as one would eat in at least a day, in one meal, it was time to move onto my mom's house for the remainder of the day.
At Mom's house, there was fresh turkey with all the trimmings. Yes, I was very very bad and had a bit of food there, too. A family my parents go to church with had joined us for dinner, so Taylor got to play with one of their kids, while the other kid got to sit with us and be doted upon for being a darn cute year-old girl. One of Taylor's friends was also there with us - she was tolerable the first night, but by the next day ... well, I'll wait to tell that story.
At least with mom's dinner, there wasn't any tension, and everyone seemed to get along relatively well. The kids stayed in the basement and wreaked havoc - although after the visiting family left, I ended up watching the Rugrats Chanukah Special with my sister & her friend. They managed to get along with each other, and were decent towards me.
I spent the night on the living room couch with the new family cat, Snickers, sleeping at my feet. Snickers is a pretty female cat with brindled coloring - black/brown/orange with a cream-colored underside. In the morning, my mom & stepdad went to pick up a family Christmas present, a 12 week old black Labrador named Libby.
While the parents were on that errand, Taylor and her friend got the brilliant idea to pelt me with rubberbands, potato chips and stuffed animals while I was lying down in the living room. I decided to move elsewhere, hoping to relax. Instead, while lying in the family room, I was pelted with loose change (which I kept) and cat food. I was LIVID at this point, and since I couldn't exactly punish them, my yelling at them did nothing at all.
By the time my parents came home with Libby, I told them what happened. Taylor has been grounded until next weekend, and her friend was promptly sent home. Also as punishment, Taylor had to clean out the cage Libby would be staying in. The cage was outside, filled with fallen leaves - not the prettiest sight.
Anyways, after that debacle, I did decide to stay another night - if only to hang out with Libby and spoil her a bit. Libby is a purebred black Labrador (with AKC papers), with a "blocky" head, and an "ambusher" stance. One of a litter of 13 pups, with big paws and a lethal tail that could thwack your legs out from beneath you. Also, it seems like Taylor wants to turn her into a lap dog. Ah yes, a 75 lb. lap dog. :)
Snickers still slept at my feet, and when she wanted to be petted, she'd get in my face, purring and meowing. So yes, I have more animal friends at my parents' house. Annabelle being the first of my animal friends, with Snickers and Libby having become my new friends.
We should all be so lucky to have such loyal friends. :)
Thursday morning, I went to my older stepsister's house (older as in "older of the two" - she's 26) to have Thanksgiving dinner with my dad & his family. Surprisingly, it was an uneventful day. When I say "uneventful", I mean that there were no long-sublimated frustrations exorcised at the dinner table. No "could you pass the turkey" coming out as "thanks for fucking up my life, dad!" :)
It was a house full of people, lots of adults and little kids. I think my year-old nephew Braden had the right idea - he sat in his high chair, stripped down to his diaper and socks, eating his dinner. My stepsisters' two month old nephew (by their half-sister) Eli also was onto something - be really darn cute and doted upon by relatives for making the slightest sound or gesture.
After having watched a couple of X-Files episodes - which yes, did have the Smoking Man in them - and eating as much food as one would eat in at least a day, in one meal, it was time to move onto my mom's house for the remainder of the day.
At Mom's house, there was fresh turkey with all the trimmings. Yes, I was very very bad and had a bit of food there, too. A family my parents go to church with had joined us for dinner, so Taylor got to play with one of their kids, while the other kid got to sit with us and be doted upon for being a darn cute year-old girl. One of Taylor's friends was also there with us - she was tolerable the first night, but by the next day ... well, I'll wait to tell that story.
At least with mom's dinner, there wasn't any tension, and everyone seemed to get along relatively well. The kids stayed in the basement and wreaked havoc - although after the visiting family left, I ended up watching the Rugrats Chanukah Special with my sister & her friend. They managed to get along with each other, and were decent towards me.
I spent the night on the living room couch with the new family cat, Snickers, sleeping at my feet. Snickers is a pretty female cat with brindled coloring - black/brown/orange with a cream-colored underside. In the morning, my mom & stepdad went to pick up a family Christmas present, a 12 week old black Labrador named Libby.
While the parents were on that errand, Taylor and her friend got the brilliant idea to pelt me with rubberbands, potato chips and stuffed animals while I was lying down in the living room. I decided to move elsewhere, hoping to relax. Instead, while lying in the family room, I was pelted with loose change (which I kept) and cat food. I was LIVID at this point, and since I couldn't exactly punish them, my yelling at them did nothing at all.
By the time my parents came home with Libby, I told them what happened. Taylor has been grounded until next weekend, and her friend was promptly sent home. Also as punishment, Taylor had to clean out the cage Libby would be staying in. The cage was outside, filled with fallen leaves - not the prettiest sight.
Anyways, after that debacle, I did decide to stay another night - if only to hang out with Libby and spoil her a bit. Libby is a purebred black Labrador (with AKC papers), with a "blocky" head, and an "ambusher" stance. One of a litter of 13 pups, with big paws and a lethal tail that could thwack your legs out from beneath you. Also, it seems like Taylor wants to turn her into a lap dog. Ah yes, a 75 lb. lap dog. :)
Snickers still slept at my feet, and when she wanted to be petted, she'd get in my face, purring and meowing. So yes, I have more animal friends at my parents' house. Annabelle being the first of my animal friends, with Snickers and Libby having become my new friends.
We should all be so lucky to have such loyal friends. :)
