Post by tacosforlife on Nov 27, 2014 11:36:14 GMT -5
It's about 25 degrees outside. H and I went for a 2-3 mile walk. Then I took a shower.
Now my legs are crazy red and swollen and itchy. Either my legs didn't appreciate going from cold to hot, or I'm allergic to the brambles we walked through and those got to me through my pants.
I really don't want to take a Benadryl because I want to day drink. But I'm not convinced I'm not dying, either.
Post by mominatrix on Nov 27, 2014 11:37:14 GMT -5
I'm letting H sleep in on one side of the bed, while I sit on the other with the Chromebook on my lap internet surfing while I knit. I'm hiding from the other residents of the house (both two- and four- legged) because everybody is all up and crazy right now.
We're going to H's cousin's house for T'giving. They just moved to the area, and bought an amazing house on an amazing island. Seriously foo; Paul Allen is a neighbor level of foo.
I'm making a double batch of seriously trashy green bean casserole. And roasted brussels sprouts.
Question: I'm a bread baker, and H said I'd bring a bread of some kind. But then he told me that they were smoking the turkey, and I'm thinking that smoked turkey = biscuits. Also, easier than baking even the easiest yeast bread. Is it rude to bring biscuits instead of crusty bread?
second question: With them being new to the area, I was contemplating bringing Smoked Salmon Dip, which is kind of a thing here, and delish. But... I have a thing about bring nosh/snack/apps without checking first, because a (good) friend used to get miffed with this, saying that T'giving is about the meal, and everybody fills up on crappy dips and cheese and such, and wasn't into the big meal. What say P&CE?
Post by secretlyevil on Nov 27, 2014 11:45:05 GMT -5
Question one: Baked goods are baked goods, biscuits will be fine.
Question two: You can always bring it and say it's not necessarily for today, you just wanted to introduce them to a local delicacy. Or not. We have apps, etc so I'm not picky.
DS is bouncing off the walls so much that I am driving around trying to find a non-snow covered playground. My parents told us not to bring anything for dinner but DH is already bitching about how dry my mother's stuffing will be.
I am happy for all you people that are excited to go hang with family today but I am also happy that I'm not dealing with mine. I *do* miss holiday family gatherings, but that was when my family wasn't so fucking heinous. My brother and nephew were facetiming with my mom and my brother asked what we were doing today and she told him that we weren't doing anything and he invited us over for dessert and I'm off to the side vigorously shaking my head now.....and mouthing FUCK NO. Because that's what I want to do. Cook my meal in my jammies, eat, shower, get dressed and then leave the house for dessert a half hour away. Ain't nobody got time for that.
"Not gonna lie; I kind of keep expecting you to post one day that you threw down on someone who clearly had no idea that today was NOT THEIR DAY." ~dontcallmeshirley
I am happy for all you people that are excited to go hang with family today but I am also happy that I'm not dealing with mine. I *do* miss holiday family gatherings, but that was when my family wasn't so fucking heinous. My brother and nephew were facetiming with my mom and my brother asked what we were doing today and she told him that we weren't doing anything and he invited us over for dessert and I'm off to the side vigorously shaking my head now.....and mouthing FUCK NO. Because that's what I want to do. Cook my meal in my jammies, eat, shower, get dressed and then leave the house for dessert a half hour away. Ain't nobody got time for that.
I'm letting H sleep in on one side of the bed, while I sit on the other with the Chromebook on my lap internet surfing while I knit. I'm hiding from the other residents of the house (both two- and four- legged) because everybody is all up and crazy right now.
We're going to H's cousin's house for T'giving. They just moved to the area, and bought an amazing house on an amazing island. Seriously foo; Paul Allen is a neighbor level of foo.
I'm making a double batch of seriously trashy green bean casserole. And roasted brussels sprouts.
Question: I'm a bread baker, and H said I'd bring a bread of some kind. But then he told me that they were smoking the turkey, and I'm thinking that smoked turkey = biscuits. Also, easier than baking even the easiest yeast bread. Is it rude to bring biscuits instead of crusty bread?
second question: With them being new to the area, I was contemplating bringing Smoked Salmon Dip, which is kind of a thing here, and delish. But... I have a thing about bring nosh/snack/apps without checking first, because a (good) friend used to get miffed with this, saying that T'giving is about the meal, and everybody fills up on crappy dips and cheese and such, and wasn't into the big meal. What say P&CE?
Biscuits are fine. And yum.
Dip is ok as long as you bring something to dip into it.
We got up early this morning to take the dog for a good long romp at the dog park so we can not feel guilty about spending the rest of the day sitting around stuffing our faces.
Now I'm having cranberry apple bread with coffee while watching the parade. It's a buttery quick bread, but I put butter on the slices anyway.
3 days of antibiotics, and I'm coughing so hard I'm gagging. It's interrupting my nap time. Not pleased. Just broke down and took some Benadryl, waiting for it to kick in.
I am happy for all you people that are excited to go hang with family today but I am also happy that I'm not dealing with mine. I *do* miss holiday family gatherings, but that was when my family wasn't so fucking heinous. My brother and nephew were facetiming with my mom and my brother asked what we were doing today and she told him that we weren't doing anything and he invited us over for dessert and I'm off to the side vigorously shaking my head now.....and mouthing FUCK NO. Because that's what I want to do. Cook my meal in my jammies, eat, shower, get dressed and then leave the house for dessert a half hour away. Ain't nobody got time for that.
Is that the brother that busted out the C bomb?
No, not that one. The other one who is too busy to do any fucking thing, including picking up his mother when he wants her to go someplace. While I'd rather hang by my fingernails than spend time with them, the C bomb brother will never step near my home again....or risk encountering H...which I doubt he wants to.
"Not gonna lie; I kind of keep expecting you to post one day that you threw down on someone who clearly had no idea that today was NOT THEIR DAY." ~dontcallmeshirley
We're at my inlaws. They can't cook, but they won't let anyone bring anything, so they're bringing in restaurant food. Oh, but they didn't have vegetarian options so I get frozen Mac n cheese and frozen creamed spinach. Then MIL points at three bags of frozen kale and says "maybe you can think of something to do with that."
I asked Mr M if I could at least make a pie (I hate not bringing anything and having nothing homemade). Of course! Anything if it would make you happy! Oh, but just so you know there's already 6 Costco pies so I'm not sure where we'd put it.
We're going to our friend's for dinner but they eat late. We don't even need to be there until 5. Last year we had dessert at 10pm and then we left immediately because I was going to fall asleep at the table.
Just got back from Thanksgiving lunch at the mental hospital. It was gross and sad.
Hoping to have a better day with the little ones. Two days ago ds3 had such a bad melt down I had to restrain him for a half hour. He broke my glasses punching me the best part was we were in public with lots of staring strangers.
I know I have lots of good in my life. But I'm having a hard time seeing it.
I'm so sorry. Lots of hugs to you and your family.
Post by 2curlydogs on Nov 27, 2014 15:41:21 GMT -5
I'm furious with H. He had soccer last night and as he I said "don't stay for drinks." Because of how shit s has been sleeping lately.
Asshole didn't get home until 2am. No text, no call. We had a brief hushed fight that ended with me snapping "oh bullshit." and going upstairs.
He's been doing friend checks all morning. I'm being polite because of the kids. But he's come over twice to try and hug me and I ain't giving a damn thing until I get an apology.
B has been tearing about like he's high on cocaine. He tripped and fell down half a flight of stairs while H was watching him. Don't know what exactly happened as I was rocking S.
"Not gonna lie; I kind of keep expecting you to post one day that you threw down on someone who clearly had no idea that today was NOT THEIR DAY." ~dontcallmeshirley
At the in-laws. MIL, who struggles with mental illness, is insisting that the entire meal will be inedible and appears close to a meltdown, though she won't let me help. I brought sweet potato casserole (hold the regular potatoes, summer) and would have brought pie, too, if I'd known they only had store-bought pies.
So far there has been 1.5 hours of talking about how you can soop up your gun and it's "only illegal if you get caught".
Then after dinner discussion consisted of Tamir's shooting and how the cop "needed to shoot that black kid so the kid didn't shoot him." I SO wish I could drink.
"Not gonna lie; I kind of keep expecting you to post one day that you threw down on someone who clearly had no idea that today was NOT THEIR DAY." ~dontcallmeshirley