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 Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 3:15 pm
So! How was it? Tell us about it.
How many people were there?
Did you go to someone's house or eat out?
Did people come to your house?
What did you eat?
Did you eat too much?
And anything you think we'd like to know.
EDIT:
We had 28 people over at my hubby's aunt's house. That wasn't everyone. There would have been over 40. There was certainly enough food for 40 people. cat_rolleyes
We had turkey, dressing, giblet gravy, cranberry salad, carrot salad, homemade bread, spicy ham and cheese dip, corn casserole, dill mashed potatoes, broccoli casserole, chocolate mint cake, Peach Gooey Butter Cake, chocolate cake, pumpkin pie, and cherry cheese cake.
The only item that I made was the Peach Gooey Butter Cake. It was originally a Pumpkin Gooey Butter Cake, but I substituted peach butter for pumpkin butter. I got several compliments on it. Whew. cat_sweatdrop
None of us 6 ate too much. We were talking too much. lol.
We also celebrated my mother in-law's birthday and my niece's birthday at the same time. They apparently didn't want anyone to sing "Happy Birthday" to them, because they held hands facing each other and began singing to each other. cat_stare How dare they? They started without us. cat_razz Anyway, we all had a blast.
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 3:21 pm
Well, my husband and I went to his mom's house for Thanksgiving. There were five people there, his mom, younger brother, younger sister (who was home for two days), Jerad (my husband), and myself.
For the third year in a row, I did most/all of the cooking and his mom decided that she "wasn't feeling good" and why should she have to cook anything when we were having it at her house? Ugh! I guess I'm not really supposed to like my mother-in-law, anyways.
We had turkey, deviled eggs, bread rolls, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, stuffing, pumpkin pie, three meat gravy/chowder (my husband made that, it was supposed to be chowder but everyone used it as gravy), mashed potatoes, salad, cream puffs and cheesy potato casserole. Everything except the cream puffs were homemade.
I didn't eat too much, by the time I was done cooking, I wasn't really that hungry. My husband ate a lot though.
After dinner we took his brother and sister to see the new Hunger Games.
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 3:32 pm
Wow. Sorry that your mother in-law didn't "feel" like helping out. It sounds like you made a ton of good stuff. If I'd been, I'd eaten too much. lol.
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 3:57 pm
Felina75 Wow. Sorry that your mother in-law didn't "feel" like helping out. It sounds like you made a ton of good stuff. If I'd been, I'd eaten too much. lol. That's alright, I actually almost expected it. It was really good food though. My sister in law helped with the deviled eggs and cut them the wrong way, so they were rolling all over the plate lol
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 9:38 pm
Nothing exciting about my Thanksgiving festivities. I crocheted an amigurumi pony, but didn't bring any fiberfill with me, so it is currently sitting in pieces until we go home.
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 6:35 am
Well... I overheard sister calling a cab before she'd even gotten her plate, and set mine down to go try to get her to stay a little longer. I later found it out on the garage floor by the cats' food dishes. Typical kind of day, really. Mother didn't throw anything, which is a plus, but that's probably only because dad wasn't there for her to aim at. sweatdrop
(I'm not being facetious when I say the holiday season is miserable -- I'm being tactful.)
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 2:58 pm
killah cupcake Nothing exciting about my Thanksgiving festivities. I crocheted an amigurumi pony, but didn't bring any fiberfill with me, so it is currently sitting in pieces until we go home. Yes, but you're half way there. At least you did something "constructive" with your time. cat_lol We were very destructive to a turkey, dressing and giblet gravy. lol.
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 3:03 pm
faolan
Well... I overheard sister calling a cab before she'd even gotten her plate, and set mine down to go try to get her to stay a little longer. I later found it out on the garage floor by the cats' food dishes. Typical kind of day, really. Mother didn't throw anything, which is a plus, but that's probably only because dad wasn't there for her to aim at. sweatdrop
(I'm not being facetious when I say the holiday season is miserable -- I'm being tactful.)
Well, there has to be something to be thankful for. Let me think. Oh, I know! At least you didn't have to call the EMS and the police. There. That's a good thing. Right? Sorry that you expect that from your family. Someday, you will be the mom who cooks and prepares for your family. Perhaps when you have your own Thanksgiving get together, you can make it better.
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 9:59 pm
Felina75 faolan
Well... I overheard sister calling a cab before she'd even gotten her plate, and set mine down to go try to get her to stay a little longer. I later found it out on the garage floor by the cats' food dishes. Typical kind of day, really. Mother didn't throw anything, which is a plus, but that's probably only because dad wasn't there for her to aim at. sweatdrop
(I'm not being facetious when I say the holiday season is miserable -- I'm being tactful.)
Well, there has to be something to be thankful for. Let me think. Oh, I know! At least you didn't have to call the EMS and the police. There. That's a good thing. Right?
rofl Thankful that I'm not related to any militant second-amendment-rights nuts, for that matter! whee
Come to think of it, we're all more "theoretical" as far as that goes... which stands to reason, given that both of my parents were math teachers. And neither of them were hippies, despite graduating high school in 69 and 71, respectively -- though in dad's defense, he was too busy surfing and smoking out to really care about politics. To me, it seems like that ought to give one hippie status, but he's been pretty adamant that he's not and never was one. And can you believe that even with my ability to veer a conversation onto a completely different topic in nothing flat, I can't even come close to keeping the peace here???? xp
Felina75 Someday, you will be the mom who cooks and prepares for your family.
eek Bite. Your. Tongue.
But seriously... *shrug* If I were to end up with the job, I'd throw my all into it and do my best, but sister and I are both pretty much determined to end it here. From what we can gather based on stories from mom and her sisters, it's something of a tradition for our women to be absolute bitches. Neither of us want to be that b***h, and sister's even said in the past that while she doesn't want kids at all, she DEFINITELY does not want a daughter, because she can't stand the thought of having a kid who thinks of her the way she thinks of mom.
We'd either be awesome job security for an ambitious shrink or we'd drive them off the deep end, make no mistake. I call it keeping the "fun" in dysfunctional. mrgreen
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 8:14 am
It's kind of funny reading some of your responses. I didn't come from a perfect family background by any means, so I want something better than what I had with my family. I try to keep hope alive for me and my family's future. If we have someone try to come in and be a total b***h to the entire family, they will be taken aside, given a hug, told to grow up and get over themselves or leave. It's that simple. No argument. No discussion. It will not be tolerated. No one has the right to spoil a family gathering. And if I ever feel that I'm not welcome somewhere, I will simply not go. cat_4laugh
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 2:25 pm
My parents were absolutely horrible to me. My brother was always better than me. Actually, haha my parents didn't even care enough to try to raise me or my brother themselves. My childhood was spent at my grandparent's house. My mom has the nerve to try to tell me now 'you only spent so much time at your grandmother's because I was working'. HAH. My parents divorced when I was 3. I have no memories of my mom and father together. I met my step-dad when I was 6. He made my mom stay home while he worked, but still my brother and I were at my grandparent's house. She didn't want the responsibility of kids. When I did move to my mom's as a teenager, I became responsible for all the housework while she sat on the couch and watched tv. She had ptsd because she was raped. Whatever. -_-; I lived with my grandparents up until I got hurt. My brother passed away in the accident as did my high school sweetheart. Whatever tho, that's not the point of this story. She lost it. I moved in with her because she was the only one in the right psychical shape to lift me in and out of a tub until I could do it myself. Her mood swings were violent. One minute she would be helping me, the next minute she's throwing me on the floor beating me. I would call the police, but they threatened to throw me in jail. Social services came over and questioned me about her in front of HER! I know if I said anything there's a system. I would have to spend more time home alone with my mom so I lied and said nothing was going on. I moved out when I was 20 with my boyfriend-soon to be husband. We have 2 kids together, the nicest most polite little kids you ever met. My son always says please and thank you. He won't do anything without asking first. My husband's parents were basically the same except they stayed together... We will be better than our parents because we've been shown exactly what not to do with our kids ..
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 8:50 pm
klein_eine My parents were absolutely horrible to me. My brother was always better than me. Actually, haha my parents didn't even care enough to try to raise me or my brother themselves. My childhood was spent at my grandparent's house. My mom has the nerve to try to tell me now 'you only spent so much time at your grandmother's because I was working'. HAH. My parents divorced when I was 3. I have no memories of my mom and father together. I met my step-dad when I was 6. He made my mom stay home while he worked, but still my brother and I were at my grandparent's house. She didn't want the responsibility of kids. When I did move to my mom's as a teenager, I became responsible for all the housework while she sat on the couch and watched tv. She had ptsd because she was raped. Whatever. -_-; I lived with my grandparents up until I got hurt. My brother passed away in the accident as did my high school sweetheart. Whatever tho, that's not the point of this story. She lost it. I moved in with her because she was the only one in the right psychical shape to lift me in and out of a tub until I could do it myself. Her mood swings were violent. One minute she would be helping me, the next minute she's throwing me on the floor beating me. I would call the police, but they threatened to throw me in jail. Social services came over and questioned me about her in front of HER! I know if I said anything there's a system. I would have to spend more time home alone with my mom so I lied and said nothing was going on. I moved out when I was 20 with my boyfriend-soon to be husband. We have 2 kids together, the nicest most polite little kids you ever met. My son always says please and thank you. He won't do anything without asking first. My husband's parents were basically the same except they stayed together... We will be better than our parents because we've been shown exactly what not to do with our kids ..
To comment on the underlined real quick, I bet you've had people get all over your case about "whatevering" something like that, but you know what? You're absolutely right. While it's not fair to minimize or brush aside her trauma, adding kids to the equation changes everything. A traumatized woman needs proper counseling and treatment (which, I'm guessing, she didn't get -- beside the point, though); but a mother's number-one priority is her kids. No exceptions. If there's some reason (not to be confused with an excuse) why she literally cannot care for them then she needs to make provisions of some kind.
That said, it's probably a damned good thing your grandparents were in the picture and able to step in. I remember a friend of mine telling me that she learned about drugs long before they started doing the "just say no" programs at school -- her mom and stepdad were basically high most of the time. She spent most of her time at home with her bedridden great-grandmother, whose house it was (which was probably the only reason her childhood wasn't spent bouncing from place to place with stretches of living out of the car interspersed). Stepdad abused her for years, and even though her pediatrician noticed something wrong and alerted child welfare, of course when they questioned her he had told her he'd do all kinds of things to her mother if she said anything bad about him. All of this her mom was totally aware of, and just chose not to acknowledge it.
My friend's little girl is one and a half now... how either of you found the courage to have kids confounds me, srsly. Although... now that I think about it, after going through labor I suppose anything else isn't quite as scary anymore...?
And, by the way, I can't remember the last time I saw a young kid who actually uses "please" and "thank you" without prompting -- you ought to have a standing ovation at least once a week, if not daily. No joke.
As for being shown what not to do... I overthink things, I know. I borrow troubles and worry for no reason... it's just... knowing what not to do, it's not the same as knowing what to do! And when I mess up, I do it in grand fashion -- if I try to raise a kid and mess up, I might end up loosing a psychopath on the world, or something. gonk
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Interesting Businesswoman
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 10:24 am
faolan klein_eine My parents were absolutely horrible to me. My brother was always better than me. Actually, haha my parents didn't even care enough to try to raise me or my brother themselves. My childhood was spent at my grandparent's house. My mom has the nerve to try to tell me now 'you only spent so much time at your grandmother's because I was working'. HAH. My parents divorced when I was 3. I have no memories of my mom and father together. I met my step-dad when I was 6. He made my mom stay home while he worked, but still my brother and I were at my grandparent's house. She didn't want the responsibility of kids. When I did move to my mom's as a teenager, I became responsible for all the housework while she sat on the couch and watched tv. She had ptsd because she was raped. Whatever. -_-; I lived with my grandparents up until I got hurt. My brother passed away in the accident as did my high school sweetheart. Whatever tho, that's not the point of this story. She lost it. I moved in with her because she was the only one in the right psychical shape to lift me in and out of a tub until I could do it myself. Her mood swings were violent. One minute she would be helping me, the next minute she's throwing me on the floor beating me. I would call the police, but they threatened to throw me in jail. Social services came over and questioned me about her in front of HER! I know if I said anything there's a system. I would have to spend more time home alone with my mom so I lied and said nothing was going on. I moved out when I was 20 with my boyfriend-soon to be husband. We have 2 kids together, the nicest most polite little kids you ever met. My son always says please and thank you. He won't do anything without asking first. My husband's parents were basically the same except they stayed together... We will be better than our parents because we've been shown exactly what not to do with our kids ..
To comment on the underlined real quick, I bet you've had people get all over your case about "whatevering" something like that, but you know what? You're absolutely right. While it's not fair to minimize or brush aside her trauma, adding kids to the equation changes everything. A traumatized woman needs proper counseling and treatment (which, I'm guessing, she didn't get -- beside the point, though); but a mother's number-one priority is her kids. No exceptions. If there's some reason (not to be confused with an excuse) why she literally cannot care for them then she needs to make provisions of some kind.
That said, it's probably a damned good thing your grandparents were in the picture and able to step in. I remember a friend of mine telling me that she learned about drugs long before they started doing the "just say no" programs at school -- her mom and stepdad were basically high most of the time. She spent most of her time at home with her bedridden great-grandmother, whose house it was (which was probably the only reason her childhood wasn't spent bouncing from place to place with stretches of living out of the car interspersed). Stepdad abused her for years, and even though her pediatrician noticed something wrong and alerted child welfare, of course when they questioned her he had told her he'd do all kinds of things to her mother if she said anything bad about him. All of this her mom was totally aware of, and just chose not to acknowledge it.
My friend's little girl is one and a half now... how either of you found the courage to have kids confounds me, srsly. Although... now that I think about it, after going through labor I suppose anything else isn't quite as scary anymore...?
And, by the way, I can't remember the last time I saw a young kid who actually uses "please" and "thank you" without prompting -- you ought to have a standing ovation at least once a week, if not daily. No joke.
As for being shown what not to do... I overthink things, I know. I borrow troubles and worry for no reason... it's just... knowing what not to do, it's not the same as knowing what to do! And when I mess up, I do it in grand fashion -- if I try to raise a kid and mess up, I might end up loosing a psychopath on the world, or something. gonk
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