Parte The Seconde: Turkey Day
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dolariI may have overreacted....
There was no sniping, no nagging, no nastiness,
and very few bumps in the road after all.
Novembers still suck in my book, but today wasn't
the horror show I thought it would be.
Some notes before continuing. I'm not allowed in
the house female, under any cirumstances, until
my parents are "Ready." They haven't been ready
in Twelve Years. This always puts me on edge
because I have to remember my old name (I don't
respond to it anymore) and make sure to call my
ex a "she" (My Ex being F2M) and all sorts of
other pronoun nastiness.
I usually have to hide my breasts. This year I
said screw that. Sadly, no one seemed to notice.
:)
Wednesday Night
My dad is amazed
that the Dreamcast can get on the net. He really
wanted to see it work, so I showed him a few
websites and he's hooked. I then showed him the
AWFW site, and he couldn't believe I was drawing
again. He wants it bookmarked, along with my news
page (http://www.dolari.org/news.html) so he can
visit Drudge Report and KENS-TV News and the
like.
I kinda don't wanna do it. I'd hate for him to
stumble across the journal and read some of the
stuff I write here. Or worse, have him come
across Closetspace and think Carrie's Dad is a
version of him.
I got $15 more in donatoins! Hot dog!
Turkeyday
Again, I was very
surprised at how laid back and non-snipy everyone
was today. I have to say that it's prolly my
dad's doing. He's in therapy for Post-Traumatic
Stress Syndrome AND just got a hearing aid. So
he's not shouting at anyone because he can't hear
them. He was even telling Vietnam War stories
which he NEVER does. He was in a great mood all
night long.
Mom, true to her Martha Stewart nature, had a
massive spread of turkey, ham, potato casserole,
greenbeans, rolls and a million pies (including
an Amish Apple Pie recipe from PA I gave her!).
Food was good, company was good, everyone was
actually happy. The day ended very well, I am
very happy, and things are very good. Let's hope
it lasts till Christmas. :)
Several of my cousins came over, and we talked
for a while as if I never went away. I hadn't
seen them in seven years. My Uncle wants me to
go shopping with him to buy a computer. I only
wish I could just come out and tell them what I'm
doing. I'll lose some of my family (and some wil
prolly try to kick my ass) but I hate not being
able to talk with my extended family and enjoy
their company.
The day was very good. That isn't to say there
wasn't a bump or two on the road.
1) The Cousin. I dont mind The Cousin all that
much. He's got Developmental Problems, and tends
to wander aimlessly to anyone who will listen to
his life story. I really don't mind this, since
he honestly wants to talk about things he's
worried about, but his stories get long and
rambling. I listen, though. It's tough, because
it'll be a 45 minute one way conversation,
sometimes told twice. But it makes his day to
get it off his chest. Small bump.
2) The Uncle. This man pisses me off. He knows
everything about everything, knows it better than
you, has done it better than you, and spews out
facts from his ass every moment of his waking
life. He won't let you go. Divert your
attention, and he will walk into your line of
sight. Step away from him, he takes two steps
forward. He follows you like a puppy, talks like
an expert on everything, invades your personal
space and will grab you if he can't get any
closer. And he "One Ups" ABOUT EVERYTHING. You
have a story to tell, he'll one up you. If you
wrote 12 pages of a story in an hour, he did 20
in thirty minutes. If you know one fact, he
knows the rest. And if you call him on t, he
replies with the "That's what they'd have you
believe." No one likes him. But he's the only
one who will sit and take care of my
grandmother. This is a guy I wanna say SHUT UP
to every three minutes. And in the other two
minutes, everyone else is wanting to say it to
him. We were glad to see him go. OH SO VERY
GLAD. Big Bump.
3) The grandmother. In a priceless moment, she
looked at me and said "Que chula." Which mean
"What a beautiful girl." Not sure if it was just
a mis-saying, a touch of Alzheimers (which she was
just diagnosed with) or just her figuring it out,
but I was all smiles. My parents were not as
happy. Itty bitty happy bump. :)
Now a post and Parte The Thirde
There was no sniping, no nagging, no nastiness,
and very few bumps in the road after all.
Novembers still suck in my book, but today wasn't
the horror show I thought it would be.
Some notes before continuing. I'm not allowed in
the house female, under any cirumstances, until
my parents are "Ready." They haven't been ready
in Twelve Years. This always puts me on edge
because I have to remember my old name (I don't
respond to it anymore) and make sure to call my
ex a "she" (My Ex being F2M) and all sorts of
other pronoun nastiness.
I usually have to hide my breasts. This year I
said screw that. Sadly, no one seemed to notice.
:)
Wednesday Night
My dad is amazed
that the Dreamcast can get on the net. He really
wanted to see it work, so I showed him a few
websites and he's hooked. I then showed him the
AWFW site, and he couldn't believe I was drawing
again. He wants it bookmarked, along with my news
page (http://www.dolari.org/news.html) so he can
visit Drudge Report and KENS-TV News and the
like.
I kinda don't wanna do it. I'd hate for him to
stumble across the journal and read some of the
stuff I write here. Or worse, have him come
across Closetspace and think Carrie's Dad is a
version of him.
I got $15 more in donatoins! Hot dog!
Turkeyday
Again, I was very
surprised at how laid back and non-snipy everyone
was today. I have to say that it's prolly my
dad's doing. He's in therapy for Post-Traumatic
Stress Syndrome AND just got a hearing aid. So
he's not shouting at anyone because he can't hear
them. He was even telling Vietnam War stories
which he NEVER does. He was in a great mood all
night long.
Mom, true to her Martha Stewart nature, had a
massive spread of turkey, ham, potato casserole,
greenbeans, rolls and a million pies (including
an Amish Apple Pie recipe from PA I gave her!).
Food was good, company was good, everyone was
actually happy. The day ended very well, I am
very happy, and things are very good. Let's hope
it lasts till Christmas. :)
Several of my cousins came over, and we talked
for a while as if I never went away. I hadn't
seen them in seven years. My Uncle wants me to
go shopping with him to buy a computer. I only
wish I could just come out and tell them what I'm
doing. I'll lose some of my family (and some wil
prolly try to kick my ass) but I hate not being
able to talk with my extended family and enjoy
their company.
The day was very good. That isn't to say there
wasn't a bump or two on the road.
1) The Cousin. I dont mind The Cousin all that
much. He's got Developmental Problems, and tends
to wander aimlessly to anyone who will listen to
his life story. I really don't mind this, since
he honestly wants to talk about things he's
worried about, but his stories get long and
rambling. I listen, though. It's tough, because
it'll be a 45 minute one way conversation,
sometimes told twice. But it makes his day to
get it off his chest. Small bump.
2) The Uncle. This man pisses me off. He knows
everything about everything, knows it better than
you, has done it better than you, and spews out
facts from his ass every moment of his waking
life. He won't let you go. Divert your
attention, and he will walk into your line of
sight. Step away from him, he takes two steps
forward. He follows you like a puppy, talks like
an expert on everything, invades your personal
space and will grab you if he can't get any
closer. And he "One Ups" ABOUT EVERYTHING. You
have a story to tell, he'll one up you. If you
wrote 12 pages of a story in an hour, he did 20
in thirty minutes. If you know one fact, he
knows the rest. And if you call him on t, he
replies with the "That's what they'd have you
believe." No one likes him. But he's the only
one who will sit and take care of my
grandmother. This is a guy I wanna say SHUT UP
to every three minutes. And in the other two
minutes, everyone else is wanting to say it to
him. We were glad to see him go. OH SO VERY
GLAD. Big Bump.
3) The grandmother. In a priceless moment, she
looked at me and said "Que chula." Which mean
"What a beautiful girl." Not sure if it was just
a mis-saying, a touch of Alzheimers (which she was
just diagnosed with) or just her figuring it out,
but I was all smiles. My parents were not as
happy. Itty bitty happy bump. :)
Now a post and Parte The Thirde
