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well, everyone else is writing about their thanksgiving vacations, so i guess i will too.
mat and i went to my parents' house on friday to meet up with, my parents, my "wacky gay uncle" and my asshole aunt and uncle. introduced the cool uncle to aqua teen hunger force and bitched about how stupid the other uncle and aunt are.
somehow got into a discussion at thanksgiving dinner about liposuction, plastic surgery in general, and how offended my fucking asshole aunt is that she has to view people who are fat. she said that she was so glad to travel outside of the US, where people are generally slimmer, so that she didn't have to look at 'that'. well poor you, bitch.
this is the same aunt that, at my grandpa's funeral, saw my sister crying and told her "you're doing the right thing" and then pointed to me and said "now you cry too."
anyway, her bitchiness was just a small part of the trip. the family drank a lot of wine and beer... it never seemed to me while i was growing up that the grown ups drank so much. but damn. we're all a bunch of drunkards now.
at night we played scategories with brian (the cool uncle), which devolved into a drunken giggle fest of a-words all having to do with ass (ex: name something sticky- asshole, name a bade habit- assfucking, name a leisure activity- ass worship).
and the tofurkey was good.
then we went to iowa, where mat's family lives. i met all of his relatives. some of them for the first time. they all seem pretty nice. i think mat's dad must like me because he scraped mud off of my shoe with his keys.
then we went to his brother's baby's baptism. church is always weird.
on the way home we talked a lot about christianity. going to church weirds me out, and mat too. only he's a christian. but not the kind of christian that we on sg would often identify-- he's pro-choice, anti-war, pro-gay marriage, he doesn't like going to church, he doesn't pray with his hands clasped together in the "dear god" kind of way, he doesn't think that being christian is the only way to reach salvation, he believes in a mix of creationism and evolution, and most importantly,
he practices his faith through love instead of exclusion and condemnation. i'm not a christian at all, but i think anyone can respect someone being good to others, for whatever reason.
i am thankful for my wonderful boyfriend. and my family. cuz most of them totally kick ass.
update: R.I.P. triops.
i left the two triops with my neighbor michel while we were on vacation, and they were both dead when i came back. he seems genuinely perplexed as to what happened but one look in the container told me what happened...
you're only supposed to put a tiny pinch of the food in every day or else the water gets too gross and bacteria-filled or something and they can't live in it. well, there's little pellets of food coating the bottom of each dish, so it looks like he was putting rather hefty pinches in instead. i didn't tell him that i knew what happened... no point in making him feel bad since there's nothing that can be done. but i admit that i'm a bit frustrated because i demonstrated how much to put in and put on the note that there should only be a tiny pinch. they probably wouldn't have lived more than another month anyway. but they were still cool.
http://suicidegirls.com/boards/The+Site/58276/
well, everyone else is writing about their thanksgiving vacations, so i guess i will too.
mat and i went to my parents' house on friday to meet up with, my parents, my "wacky gay uncle" and my asshole aunt and uncle. introduced the cool uncle to aqua teen hunger force and bitched about how stupid the other uncle and aunt are.
somehow got into a discussion at thanksgiving dinner about liposuction, plastic surgery in general, and how offended my fucking asshole aunt is that she has to view people who are fat. she said that she was so glad to travel outside of the US, where people are generally slimmer, so that she didn't have to look at 'that'. well poor you, bitch.
this is the same aunt that, at my grandpa's funeral, saw my sister crying and told her "you're doing the right thing" and then pointed to me and said "now you cry too."
anyway, her bitchiness was just a small part of the trip. the family drank a lot of wine and beer... it never seemed to me while i was growing up that the grown ups drank so much. but damn. we're all a bunch of drunkards now.
at night we played scategories with brian (the cool uncle), which devolved into a drunken giggle fest of a-words all having to do with ass (ex: name something sticky- asshole, name a bade habit- assfucking, name a leisure activity- ass worship).
and the tofurkey was good.
then we went to iowa, where mat's family lives. i met all of his relatives. some of them for the first time. they all seem pretty nice. i think mat's dad must like me because he scraped mud off of my shoe with his keys.
then we went to his brother's baby's baptism. church is always weird.
on the way home we talked a lot about christianity. going to church weirds me out, and mat too. only he's a christian. but not the kind of christian that we on sg would often identify-- he's pro-choice, anti-war, pro-gay marriage, he doesn't like going to church, he doesn't pray with his hands clasped together in the "dear god" kind of way, he doesn't think that being christian is the only way to reach salvation, he believes in a mix of creationism and evolution, and most importantly,
he practices his faith through love instead of exclusion and condemnation. i'm not a christian at all, but i think anyone can respect someone being good to others, for whatever reason.
i am thankful for my wonderful boyfriend. and my family. cuz most of them totally kick ass.
update: R.I.P. triops.
i left the two triops with my neighbor michel while we were on vacation, and they were both dead when i came back. he seems genuinely perplexed as to what happened but one look in the container told me what happened...
you're only supposed to put a tiny pinch of the food in every day or else the water gets too gross and bacteria-filled or something and they can't live in it. well, there's little pellets of food coating the bottom of each dish, so it looks like he was putting rather hefty pinches in instead. i didn't tell him that i knew what happened... no point in making him feel bad since there's nothing that can be done. but i admit that i'm a bit frustrated because i demonstrated how much to put in and put on the note that there should only be a tiny pinch. they probably wouldn't have lived more than another month anyway. but they were still cool.
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Now . . . you cry too.
And thanks for the compliment.
I sewed something fun tonight, but can't upload photos yet...