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Nov. 25th, 2005 08:33 amThanksgiving Dinner was successful in the food arena - my uncle is a fantastic cook and everything was delicious. We don't really have any "special family" dishes, just the usual - turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, squash, rolls - although my grandmother's stuffing will literally kill you because it is made of about two pieces of bread and SEVEN POUNDS OF MEAT. I forget how many different kinds of meat, but I know there is ground beef and linguica and gah, there's probably something offensive like ground veal in it, too. I eat very very small amounts of it because it tears through my insides like woah but I also don't want to offend Grandma. My uncle likes the stuffing so much he makes sandwiches out of the leftovers. Stuffing sandwiches. PURE MEAT.
My aunt made green bean casserole this year because she had JUST HEARD OF IT. Dude, who hasn't heard of green bean casserole? Do they not see those commercials for those scary French's fried onions or Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup? Still, I like a little green bean casserole, so it's all good.
Tim seemed to have a good time and everyone was nice to him. He hit it off with my SIL because she is also a fan of karaoke and show tunes. The winning moment was when my aunt asked Tim if he would have been "watching all the football games" yesterday if he hadn't come over. HA HA HA HA HA.
I don't know when it became the family joke that I'm cheap, but it's really starting to become too much to bear. I'm not sure how someone can be called 'cheap' when she pays out more money than she brings in every month. If I were so cheap, I'd hope I'd have been able to save a couple of dollars in the last 1.5 years that we've been in Boston, or maybe not have to have endless conversations about whether or not we can even afford to have a baby. I'm just sick of hearing my brother berate me for not being able to afford to run the central air all summer long, or to keep the heat set on 75 degrees, as if somehow I have all of this utility bill money stashed away that I'm refusing to use while Jen shivers in the corner begging for another lump of coal for the furnace. If someone wants to come take a look at our finances and give us a heads up on how NOT to stress about impending $200+ heating bills when we didn't have much left over when the gas bill was $35, PLEASE, come on over! I'd love to hear what you have to say!
I especially liked the part where my grandmother called me "too cheap" to engrave the charm bracelet we bought my SIL for her birthday. Because, well, a cheap person wouldn't have bought her a freaking gift in the first place. Besides, I didn't know how she would want it engraved.
But the best part was watching my wife join in the fray, and needing my SIL in to stick up for me and tell people they were hurting my feelings. That takes the pumpkin pie.
My aunt made green bean casserole this year because she had JUST HEARD OF IT. Dude, who hasn't heard of green bean casserole? Do they not see those commercials for those scary French's fried onions or Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup? Still, I like a little green bean casserole, so it's all good.
Tim seemed to have a good time and everyone was nice to him. He hit it off with my SIL because she is also a fan of karaoke and show tunes. The winning moment was when my aunt asked Tim if he would have been "watching all the football games" yesterday if he hadn't come over. HA HA HA HA HA.
I don't know when it became the family joke that I'm cheap, but it's really starting to become too much to bear. I'm not sure how someone can be called 'cheap' when she pays out more money than she brings in every month. If I were so cheap, I'd hope I'd have been able to save a couple of dollars in the last 1.5 years that we've been in Boston, or maybe not have to have endless conversations about whether or not we can even afford to have a baby. I'm just sick of hearing my brother berate me for not being able to afford to run the central air all summer long, or to keep the heat set on 75 degrees, as if somehow I have all of this utility bill money stashed away that I'm refusing to use while Jen shivers in the corner begging for another lump of coal for the furnace. If someone wants to come take a look at our finances and give us a heads up on how NOT to stress about impending $200+ heating bills when we didn't have much left over when the gas bill was $35, PLEASE, come on over! I'd love to hear what you have to say!
I especially liked the part where my grandmother called me "too cheap" to engrave the charm bracelet we bought my SIL for her birthday. Because, well, a cheap person wouldn't have bought her a freaking gift in the first place. Besides, I didn't know how she would want it engraved.
But the best part was watching my wife join in the fray, and needing my SIL in to stick up for me and tell people they were hurting my feelings. That takes the pumpkin pie.
