Greetings from New England!
Mar. 24th, 2002 08:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I made it. I got in at 4:30pm, knocked on my grandmother's door, and was just in time for dinner. Hee. They eat like clockwork, so I got home cooked food! YAY! After that, I was totally beat and desperately wanted to shower, so I did. While I was in the bathroom, I heard my grandmother (she's losing her hearing, so she talks /really/ loudly) ask my father if I was going to Boston so much because I have a boyfriend there. HA HA HA!
Of course, when I got out of the shower and asked Dad about it, he denied it. He then told me that he would not ever mention my "personal life" to my grandmother. What he meant, though, was that he would never mention Jennifer. He then went as far as to say that he didn't ever want me to say anything, either. No. Actually, what he said was that he and my brother had talked about it and decided that it was better for everyone if they didn't know. I'm so thrilled that they talk about me and make decisions for me. Not.
Granted, I have no desire to tell my grandparents that I'm seeing /anyone/, ESPECIALLY when I'm still legally married (because, well, they would have a bird), but... hell, if they asked me, I would not lie about it. And my grandmother's no dummy. *shrug*
On the up side, I went to my mom's today and had a really yummy salmon dinner, and my memere (my mother's mom) was there too and seemed to have a good time. (Usually she seems miserable.) Mom even asked about Jennifer /twice/. I was so thrilled about that. She asked first, after I'd dropped her name about twenty-seven times, how my "relationship life" was going, and I must have turned 12 shades of red, ducked my head, and stammered. Hee. I was all, "Umm... uhh... yeah, it's umm... yeah, it's good. Really good." Hee. A little while later, she asked how her interview in Boston had gone. Progress. Yay. :)
I thought that the church was going to explode when I went to Mass this morning. Actually, it was what I was thinking about during Palm Sunday Mass that made me fear for my life! Eeek! I am incorrigible. IMPURE THOUGHTS!
I'm going to go call a girl now, but there's something I need to say first:
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday dear
crena!
Happy birthday to you!
Hug! We'll have to get together when I come back. :)
Of course, when I got out of the shower and asked Dad about it, he denied it. He then told me that he would not ever mention my "personal life" to my grandmother. What he meant, though, was that he would never mention Jennifer. He then went as far as to say that he didn't ever want me to say anything, either. No. Actually, what he said was that he and my brother had talked about it and decided that it was better for everyone if they didn't know. I'm so thrilled that they talk about me and make decisions for me. Not.
Granted, I have no desire to tell my grandparents that I'm seeing /anyone/, ESPECIALLY when I'm still legally married (because, well, they would have a bird), but... hell, if they asked me, I would not lie about it. And my grandmother's no dummy. *shrug*
On the up side, I went to my mom's today and had a really yummy salmon dinner, and my memere (my mother's mom) was there too and seemed to have a good time. (Usually she seems miserable.) Mom even asked about Jennifer /twice/. I was so thrilled about that. She asked first, after I'd dropped her name about twenty-seven times, how my "relationship life" was going, and I must have turned 12 shades of red, ducked my head, and stammered. Hee. I was all, "Umm... uhh... yeah, it's umm... yeah, it's good. Really good." Hee. A little while later, she asked how her interview in Boston had gone. Progress. Yay. :)
I thought that the church was going to explode when I went to Mass this morning. Actually, it was what I was thinking about during Palm Sunday Mass that made me fear for my life! Eeek! I am incorrigible. IMPURE THOUGHTS!
I'm going to go call a girl now, but there's something I need to say first:
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday dear
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Happy birthday to you!
Hug! We'll have to get together when I come back. :)
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Date: 2002-03-24 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-03-24 06:07 pm (UTC)But they a) have had their suspicions about me since I was a kid, and b) would totally get over it.
And, umm, you're not still married like I am. ;)
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Date: 2002-03-24 06:08 pm (UTC)Don't think my mom doesn't remind me of that all the time ;-P~
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Date: 2002-03-25 05:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-03-25 10:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-03-25 12:47 pm (UTC)Wow.
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Date: 2002-03-25 01:29 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-03-25 01:42 pm (UTC)*giggle*
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Date: 2002-03-25 09:13 pm (UTC)You will have to make me laugh in person this summer.
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Date: 2002-03-26 02:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-03-31 11:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-03-24 11:30 pm (UTC)I'm still going through a lot of back-and-forth with my future ex over divorce terms, but my parents are all for me getting into another relationship. All I want is to be free from R. and his BS, and Dad keeps asking me if I'd date [insert name of male friend]. I think my family is more into me dating than I am.
I just want a night away from my kid and to hang out with my best girl friend 'cause she's hot and we have fun together. Maybe I'll appease them by taking my favorite Marine to see Kissing Jessica Stein when he's home on leave. He'll watch anything as long as I tell him it has chicks kissing in it. *snorts* Thank something for small things like that, though he keeps insisting we go to dinner in his dress uniform and me in a dress. Eeps.
Melissa (http://www.oddharmonic.org/)
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Date: 2002-03-24 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-03-25 05:02 am (UTC)He hates to say, 'Amaryllis' because of the lisp.
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Date: 2002-03-25 09:45 am (UTC)Uhm...antsy antsy antsy!;)
Hee hee!
Date: 2002-03-25 12:42 pm (UTC)Please don't have an aneurysm. Please!