A Weekend with the Fambly
The reason for the weekend was that my Aunt Debbie was having her annual Christmas party...yes, at the end of January. She figured that since everyone is so busy at Christmas that the Christmas party would work better at the end of January. Makes sense to me. The only downside, she found, was that Dawn does not bring homemade Christmas candy to parties at the end of January. I'll have to remember to bring some next year.
My cousin Jamie--having finally graduated--managed to crawl out from beneath a pile of books and attend, which was awesome. Jamie and I used to be best of buds when we were young teenagers; I remember many a letter written on puppy and kitten stationary and sent to "Jamie and Jenny" during the school year when we couldn't see each other every day. And now that Jamie is no longer bound to her books, we can make plans to do things. We were talking about going horseback riding sometime soon and also (tentatively) planning a trip to Puerto Rico. People need to stop wanting to travel with us! We'll never be rid of our college debt!
At one point, we (Bobby, Jamie, Mom, and me) were standing outside and talking about our jobs; Bobby and I were talking about the "criminal look" that some people have, which we know from our respective jobs in Customs and the Warrant Apprehension Unit. Our cousin's wife-to-be came outside just then and asked, "What do you guys do?"
"I'm a teacher," Jamie replied, which kind of made our conversation sound odd, since one hopes that sixth graders don't have a "criminal look!"
I also got to listen in on a fascinating conversation between Carol and Aunt Sue about their QVC (Home Shopping Channel) addictions. Honestly. It is so interesting to listen in to these people, who would probably roll their eyes at my "fantasy writing" and "Silmarillion" yet have run up $8000 in debt (each!) buying jars of face cream, collapsible Christmas trees, and smelly things that sit on the back of one's toilet. I mean, when you have to get a second job to support your QVC habit....
The next day, we got talked into staying at my parents' to go to Basta Pasta for dinner. Bobby and Dad went out to their "man stores": Best Buy, Home Depot, and Tweeter. Apparently, they like to go and "touch things and talk about hooking up wires." Sounds kind of weird, but they spend hours doing this every time they're together, so there must be something to it!
Mom played Internet games while I trudged through Eragon, so now I see where that aspect of my behavior comes from!
I do want to say...I know that I'm way behind on some things. heartofoshun, I will read your full story, hopefully tomorrow! And Ellynn (if you see this) and pandemonium213, I have emails to answer. I'm really behind. Sowwy. :(
It sucks how losing a few piddly files can throw me off for weeks.
Firefox 2.0 spellchecks as you type. And "spellcheck" isn't a word! Whee! That's cool.
Also, listening to the '90s channel makes me realize that I grew up in a decade of awful and effed up music. Also, LJ should allow enough space for "Music" that I can type Meatloaf's "I Would Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That)" into the blank properly punctuated. Meh.