Thanksgiving down south
We've made it back from down south and in 1 piece even. As good as it was to see everyone I can say with no qualls that I'm glad to be home. I'm also glad that Das went with me b/c now I'm pretty sure that he is magic, lol.
Tuesday I accompanied my brother and sis in law on an epic shopping trip. I swear I thought we'd never get out of there I was ready to collapse by the time we made it back to the car. On the other hand being in the real south is funny. I was "hon'ed" so much and had so many random middle of the aisle conversations with complete strangers. Texas does not know how to actually be southern I'm pretty convinced. Before the grocery shopping there was the cigarette run with my sis in law where we managed to get lost. That was actually fun, I love a good car adventure. We finally found the place we were looking for and got what we wanted after I was seriously carded and hon'ed some. It's lovely to be somewhere where a red haired white woman refers to you as her sister and the elderly white cashier doesn't even blink b/c of course we're sisters, laughs.
Tuesday night we all went to church with the brother we were staying with. It was an interesting experience. Das said he felt pained. Can't say I blamed him. I remembered while I was there why I don't go to church, smh. He didn't correct anyone's theology at the church which was polite of him although I saw him twitch more than once.
On Wednesday morning relatively early my parents dropped in unannounced and I swear it was the shortest visit on record. My dad even mostly behaved. I've never seen so much backtracking on his part in my life. I think my mom had a perpetually open jaw that visit, lol.
Wednesday afternoon we hung out around the house mostly while I watched the others cook. I'm good like that. My youngest brother made it down and there was a family wide philosophical discussion (Das was with us after all) and much playing with kids trying to wear out my hellion of a 5 yr old niece.
Thursday found the entire family together eating, talking, laughing, playing music and generally making merry until that part where my dad and youngest brother got into it. Mind you a Christmas miracle must have occurred early b/c my dad didn't blow a gasket he actually took it and apologized for parts. That never happens, ever. Of course this was followed by some serious grandstanding by my dad to Das/me about how no one ever threatens his family blah blah blah. I didn't roll my eyes so I did good. Das was social and charming and non combative. At points I kinda wondered if I had the wrong man with me but all joking aside he was wonderfully stabilizing for me. There is no way I could have gotten through this week with my sanity intact without him. The brother I was staying with received his Christmas gift early while we were there and a bit of a production was made over letting my other brother know his gift was coming and that dad wanted to meet up to give it to him over the holidays. Might I add these are rather pricey gifts? Need it even be said that no word was even whispered about a gift for me? It's not that I expect a gift at this point, it's simply that the blatant rudeness of the gesture stings. To have it pretty much thrown in my face that my dad is spending gobs of money on my brothers, hell he even let me know about money he gave my sis in law and he gave my cousin a rather spendy gift too, and to know that unless something is vastly different this year than any other I will once again not get anything, sucks to be me i guess.
I was very happy to see my brothers and stuff though and will be visiting again at some point but I'm pretty sure I've had my last visit with my parents. I'm feeling pretty over it.
Tuesday I accompanied my brother and sis in law on an epic shopping trip. I swear I thought we'd never get out of there I was ready to collapse by the time we made it back to the car. On the other hand being in the real south is funny. I was "hon'ed" so much and had so many random middle of the aisle conversations with complete strangers. Texas does not know how to actually be southern I'm pretty convinced. Before the grocery shopping there was the cigarette run with my sis in law where we managed to get lost. That was actually fun, I love a good car adventure. We finally found the place we were looking for and got what we wanted after I was seriously carded and hon'ed some. It's lovely to be somewhere where a red haired white woman refers to you as her sister and the elderly white cashier doesn't even blink b/c of course we're sisters, laughs.
Tuesday night we all went to church with the brother we were staying with. It was an interesting experience. Das said he felt pained. Can't say I blamed him. I remembered while I was there why I don't go to church, smh. He didn't correct anyone's theology at the church which was polite of him although I saw him twitch more than once.
On Wednesday morning relatively early my parents dropped in unannounced and I swear it was the shortest visit on record. My dad even mostly behaved. I've never seen so much backtracking on his part in my life. I think my mom had a perpetually open jaw that visit, lol.
Thursday found the entire family together eating, talking, laughing, playing music and generally making merry until that part where my dad and youngest brother got into it. Mind you a Christmas miracle must have occurred early b/c my dad didn't blow a gasket he actually took it and apologized for parts. That never happens, ever. Of course this was followed by some serious grandstanding by my dad to Das/me about how no one ever threatens his family blah blah blah. I didn't roll my eyes so I did good. Das was social and charming and non combative. At points I kinda wondered if I had the wrong man with me but all joking aside he was wonderfully stabilizing for me. There is no way I could have gotten through this week with my sanity intact without him. The brother I was staying with received his Christmas gift early while we were there and a bit of a production was made over letting my other brother know his gift was coming and that dad wanted to meet up to give it to him over the holidays. Might I add these are rather pricey gifts? Need it even be said that no word was even whispered about a gift for me? It's not that I expect a gift at this point, it's simply that the blatant rudeness of the gesture stings. To have it pretty much thrown in my face that my dad is spending gobs of money on my brothers, hell he even let me know about money he gave my sis in law and he gave my cousin a rather spendy gift too, and to know that unless something is vastly different this year than any other I will once again not get anything, sucks to be me i guess.
I was very happy to see my brothers and stuff though and will be visiting again at some point but I'm pretty sure I've had my last visit with my parents. I'm feeling pretty over it.
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