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Getting Hot and Sweaty in the New Year
Jan. 3rd, 2007 12:03 pmBut not in the fun way. Saturday Moriven and I got knocked out by this flu that had been dogging us for a week or more. Fever, night sweats, hacking up stuff, that whole works. Today is that first day that I have gotten outof bed to do more than steam myself in the shower. This is not the way to finish my 12th night clothes. At least Moriven wants to hear his fuzzy Henrys again.
We did manage to hold off the main assault of the flu until after Moriven's brither's family was here. We had a lot of fun with them - even our neices, whiney and pukey. Whiney is just 2, so she'll get over it. We had a fun time making gingerbread cookies together. Yay for auntie-niece bonding! And Pukey was a wonder: just the sweetest a 9 month old can be. We aren't sure what got into her, though. She was just randomly puking: going along, la, la, la, then *bleh* and she'd giggle. She wasn't at all bothered by it. Even more impressive she had volcano diarrhea: It would come out so wet and fast that it would shoot up and out the back of her diapers. Often at the same time she was puking. Wow. And she laughed at that, too. She wasn't so thrilled at the cleaning up part, though.
But just imagine, all you short-haired folks out there, here's a chalenge for you - and if you manage it please PLEASE don't tell me about it - try to poop so fast and powerful it ends up in your hair. It's an amazing thing. Blessedly, this is not what was afficting Moriven and me.
Christmas with the inlaws was really nice, since we had Pukey and Whiney as the stars of the show. I was super stressed out about Christmas with my family, since there is shit between my dad, his wife, and I. But since I was cooking up at my grandparents house I couldn't back out of it. My Aunt, our current matriarch, called me the week before to give me the head count for her side of the family and asked whether I wanted to invite my dad, which I thought was quite nice. I think she's afraid that he and his hag wife will drive me out of the family. It's nice to feel wanted.
Anyhoo, I allowed that I didn't want to invite them, but we should anyway so long as I didn't hear boo from dad's wife. (I have this strange feeling that we should invite the whole family for family holidays, not just some family. But then I'm bitter because they have "family" dinners at their house and don't invite me. Bitch, bitch, bitch, whine, whine.) I don't know what my aunt said to get them to come, but she wouldn't repeat it in front of my grandmother. I have to admit some curiousity now, too. I expect she read dad the riot act (she is his older sister, after all). They came and did a good job of being unobtrusive.
They were late though. Dinner was scheduled for 5, they called at quarter-to saying they were just leaving for the 40-minute drive. Grandpa said we'd try to hold dinner. After he got off the phone, he asked if that would be possible. Of course, says I, they're always late so I planned to actually serve at 5:30.
Overall, the food was good and I do like to see my aunt uncle and cousins. I must remember that just because my grandmother is clueless (she thinks that the troubles between dad, that hag, and I are my fault), doesn't mean that the rest of the family isn't behind me.
Tired now. Back to bed.
We did manage to hold off the main assault of the flu until after Moriven's brither's family was here. We had a lot of fun with them - even our neices, whiney and pukey. Whiney is just 2, so she'll get over it. We had a fun time making gingerbread cookies together. Yay for auntie-niece bonding! And Pukey was a wonder: just the sweetest a 9 month old can be. We aren't sure what got into her, though. She was just randomly puking: going along, la, la, la, then *bleh* and she'd giggle. She wasn't at all bothered by it. Even more impressive she had volcano diarrhea: It would come out so wet and fast that it would shoot up and out the back of her diapers. Often at the same time she was puking. Wow. And she laughed at that, too. She wasn't so thrilled at the cleaning up part, though.
But just imagine, all you short-haired folks out there, here's a chalenge for you - and if you manage it please PLEASE don't tell me about it - try to poop so fast and powerful it ends up in your hair. It's an amazing thing. Blessedly, this is not what was afficting Moriven and me.
Christmas with the inlaws was really nice, since we had Pukey and Whiney as the stars of the show. I was super stressed out about Christmas with my family, since there is shit between my dad, his wife, and I. But since I was cooking up at my grandparents house I couldn't back out of it. My Aunt, our current matriarch, called me the week before to give me the head count for her side of the family and asked whether I wanted to invite my dad, which I thought was quite nice. I think she's afraid that he and his hag wife will drive me out of the family. It's nice to feel wanted.
Anyhoo, I allowed that I didn't want to invite them, but we should anyway so long as I didn't hear boo from dad's wife. (I have this strange feeling that we should invite the whole family for family holidays, not just some family. But then I'm bitter because they have "family" dinners at their house and don't invite me. Bitch, bitch, bitch, whine, whine.) I don't know what my aunt said to get them to come, but she wouldn't repeat it in front of my grandmother. I have to admit some curiousity now, too. I expect she read dad the riot act (she is his older sister, after all). They came and did a good job of being unobtrusive.
They were late though. Dinner was scheduled for 5, they called at quarter-to saying they were just leaving for the 40-minute drive. Grandpa said we'd try to hold dinner. After he got off the phone, he asked if that would be possible. Of course, says I, they're always late so I planned to actually serve at 5:30.
Overall, the food was good and I do like to see my aunt uncle and cousins. I must remember that just because my grandmother is clueless (she thinks that the troubles between dad, that hag, and I are my fault), doesn't mean that the rest of the family isn't behind me.
Tired now. Back to bed.