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Righto, having consumed tea, orange juice, chips and wrestling, I feel up to a proper Christmas-themed update.
Christmas Day: We were in the Tron and headed out to J's parents' place for delicious barbeque lunch. I was totally not expecting to get presents, but more fool me - pretty jewellery and bath smellies from J's parents (aka his mum) and a really pretty blank journal with a sparkly corset-themed cover from his sister R. And J's gift from his brother was labelled "To Uncle J and Aunty S" so clearly I am One Of Them now.
Obligatory Christmas embarrassment moments: J's sister also-J giving him a lecture about Making An Honest Woman Out Of Me before we have kids; J's mother referring to me as "a total Earth Mother" after I had the one-year-old niece thrust into my arms; swearing in front of J's dad. *pauses for expected ZOMG YOU WHAT??? from Tron-people*
J however maintains that this last has only endeared me to his siblings because (a) they would never get away with it and (b) apparently they think I am "a nice polite girl" so find it hilarious.
Non-embarrassing Christmas hilarity: Being in a wonderful outsider-looking-in position to observe Tense Family Dynamics. God it's much better when it's not my *own* family bullshit.
Boxing Day: Driven up to Auckland-town by J's dad. Brunch with Mum/stepdad2/stephellspawn/Grandfather, full of delicious Emotional Bollocks, but the *main* thing was ZOMG DIGITAL CAMERA from Grandfather. J now took the role of Outside Observer Shaking Head Sadly At Family Dynamics.
BBQ dinner with Grandma/rest of Auckland-based fam. More excellent gifts including Borders gift card, iTunes gift card, pretty jewellery. Had to verbally bitchslap Elder Stephellspawn for calling cousin A a "homo". Think he now lives in fear of me. Am pleased.
Back to A&A's for *real* New York pizza and gossip and sleeping. And delicious raspberry liqueur thing.
Today: Brunch with A&A, flight home, semi-comatose setting up of Rock Band, Dunkin Donuts.
Next: Getting well pissed and playing some drums.
Minor political rant: RSA 0, Jewish Council 1. Because nothing screams "we're desperately striving for relevance"* like saying that a group of dedicated WW2 re-enactors "just don't understand the symbolism" of Nazi uniforms.
Side snark: anyone else read the Granny Herald's description of "Nazi uniforms" vs. the re-enactors "suchandsuch regiment" and wonder which of the two actually knows what they're talking about?
*Copyright Paula Bennett, 2009, all rights reserved.
This entry was originally posted at http://boxingdaybaby.dreamwidth.org/2187.h
Christmas Day: We were in the Tron and headed out to J's parents' place for delicious barbeque lunch. I was totally not expecting to get presents, but more fool me - pretty jewellery and bath smellies from J's parents (aka his mum) and a really pretty blank journal with a sparkly corset-themed cover from his sister R. And J's gift from his brother was labelled "To Uncle J and Aunty S" so clearly I am One Of Them now.
Obligatory Christmas embarrassment moments: J's sister also-J giving him a lecture about Making An Honest Woman Out Of Me before we have kids; J's mother referring to me as "a total Earth Mother" after I had the one-year-old niece thrust into my arms; swearing in front of J's dad. *pauses for expected ZOMG YOU WHAT??? from Tron-people*
J however maintains that this last has only endeared me to his siblings because (a) they would never get away with it and (b) apparently they think I am "a nice polite girl" so find it hilarious.
Non-embarrassing Christmas hilarity: Being in a wonderful outsider-looking-in position to observe Tense Family Dynamics. God it's much better when it's not my *own* family bullshit.
Boxing Day: Driven up to Auckland-town by J's dad. Brunch with Mum/stepdad2/stephellspawn/Grandfather, full of delicious Emotional Bollocks, but the *main* thing was ZOMG DIGITAL CAMERA from Grandfather. J now took the role of Outside Observer Shaking Head Sadly At Family Dynamics.
BBQ dinner with Grandma/rest of Auckland-based fam. More excellent gifts including Borders gift card, iTunes gift card, pretty jewellery. Had to verbally bitchslap Elder Stephellspawn for calling cousin A a "homo". Think he now lives in fear of me. Am pleased.
Back to A&A's for *real* New York pizza and gossip and sleeping. And delicious raspberry liqueur thing.
Today: Brunch with A&A, flight home, semi-comatose setting up of Rock Band, Dunkin Donuts.
Next: Getting well pissed and playing some drums.
Minor political rant: RSA 0, Jewish Council 1. Because nothing screams "we're desperately striving for relevance"* like saying that a group of dedicated WW2 re-enactors "just don't understand the symbolism" of Nazi uniforms.
Side snark: anyone else read the Granny Herald's description of "Nazi uniforms" vs. the re-enactors "suchandsuch regiment" and wonder which of the two actually knows what they're talking about?
*Copyright Paula Bennett, 2009, all rights reserved.
This entry was originally posted at http://boxingdaybaby.dreamwidth.org/2187.h
Home safe! Substantive post when brain re-engages and Rock Band characters have been made.
This entry was originally posted at http://boxingdaybaby.dreamwidth.org/1976.h
This entry was originally posted at http://boxingdaybaby.dreamwidth.org/1976.h
Happy Christmas everyone! May your day be filled with joy and mirth and lovely presents x x
Also, I'm loving christmas this year. I did all my shopping, just some wrapping to go.. and I love fruite mince tarts and strawberry candy canes!
Today has been a bastard of a humid one. Even with sunscreen on I'm stunned I haven't turned bright pink from walking in to work (yes, I am a very silly person sometimes).
On Wednesday J and I head up to the Tron which I suspect will be even more of a bastard weather-wise, and of course my wardrobe is completely unprepared for such a climate, not to mention the inevitable automatic panic about not looking good enough to withstand the interrogatory examination of His Family (or the general public at large, even).
Two more days of Old Job to go, which will no doubt be incredibly annoying because by *Thursday* last week we'd run out of things to do, The Leader is safely back up in Auckland, the news cycle is well into Tapdancing Poodles and Six-Month Old Internet Meme territory ... and I know I should feel nice and relaxed and lazy and happy about having very few things to tie up before I leave, but I just get antsy.
This entry was originally posted at http://boxingdaybaby.dreamwidth.org/1459.h
On Wednesday J and I head up to the Tron which I suspect will be even more of a bastard weather-wise, and of course my wardrobe is completely unprepared for such a climate, not to mention the inevitable automatic panic about not looking good enough to withstand the interrogatory examination of His Family (or the general public at large, even).
Two more days of Old Job to go, which will no doubt be incredibly annoying because by *Thursday* last week we'd run out of things to do, The Leader is safely back up in Auckland, the news cycle is well into Tapdancing Poodles and Six-Month Old Internet Meme territory ... and I know I should feel nice and relaxed and lazy and happy about having very few things to tie up before I leave, but I just get antsy.
This entry was originally posted at http://boxingdaybaby.dreamwidth.org/1459.h