Because of family changes plans more than most people change underwear...
We will not be doing Disneyland:
*My stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid head hates me and I would likely be in terrible pain most of the drive and most of the rides.
*Rinny really needs to work mostly anyway.
*Spencer's papers are in and he may actually GET his mission call THAT WEEK and we don't really want to miss that if he does, apparently.
We WILL be having Thanksgiving dinner at our house:
*Megs and Jake will come!
*T-La, Les, and the cutest little boys IN THE WORLD will come!
*Other people will be invited too, but not sure if they will come, like Shy and her Girlfriend!
*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND... that's right, Fresno is coming to Thanksgiving Dinner at the Padres'. I really really hope it's cool!
I told him I was nervous, but then we decided that the tryptophan and the nutmeg oughta mellow us? hee hee hee hee hee! Okay, in general we just had a really silly giggly conversation like usual. Which we do a lot. Because really... ARRRRRGH... HE IS SO CUTE!!!!!
And he likes me! And I like him! And he keeps teasing me about it! SIGH!
I. am. so. smitten.
I admit the majority of my relationshipial knowledge comes from sitcoms and chick flicks. Yes, I have parents, and every once in awhile I reference their relationship (usually TO them) in relation to mine to which my mom usually says "yes, but, you're dad and I are not normal." Hello, I think I know THAT! The funny thing is, my mom and I are a LOT alike in many ways, relationship-wise. Not in the kind of guy we like (sorry, Freud.), but well, when my dad proposed to my mom she got mad, started crying and said "That's not very funny, David!" And I think that says a lot about HER ability to not panic and deal with boys. Hee hee! They dated off and on with various freak outs for about 3-4 years.
So I come by my boy phobia naturally. (Except that Mom was a Lip Slut. And I sure missed THAT gene. Or rather the boys missed OUT!)
But my point is that every sitcom tells me that the boy is supposed to dread meeting the family. The girl is supposed to be all "Come on honey, they'll love you!" and the boy is all "but your dad has all those guns" and the girls is all "Daddy? Awww, he's just a big softy when you get to know him" and predictable zany hi-jinx ensues.
So WHY, when I like a boy, does he basically say "Kipluck, I'd really like to spend Thanksgiving with you and your family and play that week. What can we do about that?"
I WANT to... though I am super nervous... however NOT sure how my DAD is going to react to an extra addition to our vacation plans. So I just haven't told Dad.
I am turning silly, sappy, and high-maintenance. Seriously, what is DEAL?! It was a couple days and normally WHO CARES, people do not NEED to write everyday... but with weird High-Maintenance Kipluck (she tends to surface if I really like a boy) it's all "shoot. He doesn't like me any more."
Or, you know, his mom could be in the HOSPITAL! Yeah. She was recovering from surgery, fell in the hospital and has to have another surgery! Plus, you know, a JOB. (I, on the other hand, fill my time with doctors, physical therapists, and messing around online so days tend to go reeeeeally slowly for me right now) Anyway, poor Fresno. <:O(
Did I mention that even more now I think he is wonderful? Adorable? Funny? Cute? I am so freaking twitterpated. SIGH! Oh my heck. I am pathetic.
But this I know, IF we get to go to Disneyland we are SO trying to meet.
I am so weirded out. I feel OLD. Today the fam asked me to help with some stuff ("okay, we bought a digital camera. Can you develop it for us and put it in our computer?") in preparing Spencer's "Papers." Why quote "paper"? Well, because the whole thing is now ONLINE!!! WACKY! He has been talking about his Papers a lot lately, and now, well, they are out of our hands. Spencer, my baby bro, is going to go on a mission. Weird weird WEIRD.
After he finished the "papers" (and finished making me erase a shadow on Photoshop. (Why the child can not have a SHADOW behind him I do not know. *rolls eyes*)) we went out to dinner to separate and Spencer treated us (with his cafeteria money) at Legends Grille. Had a very yummy sandwich there. Felt a little surrounded, though. hee hee!
The Padres are having a hard time with the idea of their last baby leaving the nest. Mom is just having a hard time with him even being 15 minutes away at school. But Dad is in this Family Fun Panic to play before he loses his friend. hee hee hee... Okay, yeah, I am mean. BUT it MAY mean that in addition to HAWAII for Christmas...
We are going to Disneyland for Thanksgiving!!!
Plans still may change (like, for instance if my dumb head isn't better *frets*) but HEY! (maybe) DISNEYLAND!!!
We WILL be having Thanksgiving dinner at our house:
