holidays, holidays, get the fuck out of my LIFE! i don't know what the fuck, why the fuck, how the fuck it happened, but Jay and i both had our families here for thanksgiving. two dysfunctional families under one roof? who the fuck? speaking of 'fuck', that word is officially part of ava-marie's vocabulary. i have no idea how she learned that word.

so, thanksgiving. i did all of the cooking. for 20+ people.
3 turkeys- 1 oven baked, 2 deep-fried. [Jay did the deep-frying]
2 honey-glazed hams
stuffing
spaghetti
3 different mac-n-cheeses
mashed potatoes
sweet potatoes
green bean casserole for the white people
sweet and sour green beans
sweet rolls
collard greens
cabbage
motherfucking lasagna for my little brother
cranberry sauce
german chocolate cake
coconut cake
rum cake
pecan pie
pumpkin pie
strawberry-pineapple cheesecake
white chip macadamia nut cookies

i know i'm forgetting some stuff but never will i ever again. you will go to hell a million times before i ever cook that much ever again.

and then there was my family. ALL of my family: my mother and father. my brothers and sisters. my niece and nephew. Jay's mom and dad. his brother and sister. some of his cousins dropped by along with some people from his work.

now, anyone knows who my family knows we're some fucked up people. somebody is gonna get cussed out. somebody's gonna throw something. and somebody's gonna get smacked in the face. someone ends up crying, too. it's usually my oldest sister. not necessarily in that particular order. my siblings and i bicker over silly stuff and it's always the same people involved in each fight. it's one of the following: me vs. my older brother, me vs. my sisters, big brother vs. little brother, oldest sister vs. older sister, or little brother and i vs. the older kids.

my older brother and i always clash over my niece and our roles in her life. that's a whole other post itself.

older brother always picks on little brother because of little brother's "lack of direction" in his life. i tend to jump in because i can't stand for anyone to talk shit to or about my little brother. whether he's right or wrong, i am always his defender.

the girls. we all fight because we just don't like one another. it's only recently that i began having a real relationship with my older sister. but any little thing that one of us says another one doesn't like, "you need to shut the fuck up!" "you don't fucking talk to me that way!" "bitch, bring ya ass outside and we won't need to talk!" "mama, come get your daughter. it's about to be lights out for this bitch." or something to that effect. it doesn't even matter who's fighting. the dialogue is the same.

then, of course, my mom makes us hug it out and apologize and say "i love you." ugh. however, as much as we fuss and fight, i wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. that's my family. i love the psychos.

Jay's family......... it's kinda weird. i've known them forever and they always seemed like such a happy, nearly perfect family. there's so much i didn't know about them until Jay and i were engaged. hell, i'm still finding out shit about them. Jay has requested that i not discuss his family's bidness on the internets so i won't. i had some good shit to tell though. they were fucking hilarious.

all in all, it was a really great thanksgiving. we didn't fight nearly as much as i thought we would. all of the food was perfect. lits got to know her family a little better. and i didn't have to clean up anything.

i did partake in some black friday shopping. lits is getting so much stuff from her grandparents that i don't know what Jay and i are gonna get her.

for my birthday, i asked Jay not to buy me anything but he didn't listen. although, he did keep it simple with a card and flowers and he took me out to dinner. see, i'm not that hard to please!

i think we're gonna start potty training very soon since lits now says "mama, i wet" and likes to take off her diaper and pee on the floor. it's so fucking funny yet so aggravating at the same time. where the hell does she learn this shit?
--i refused to spellcheck @ 8:26 PM | |