Monday, November 30, 2009

cheesy bean

so the Oil Guy came on Thursday. traffic was really because it was raining and people seem to forget how to drive when it rains, so Chris got home late. this left me to greet the Oil Guy alone. bad, bad situation. I panicked and went into awkward mode, blabbering on to him about the traffic in the city and how I drive through there every day because I am afraid to drive on the highway. and this was all within two or three minutes of his arrival. he started to get a familiar look in his eyes, a look I have seen far too often. it is the look of a man who has just realized he is stuck talking to someone with non-existent small talk skills. it is a look of barely restrained terror.

luckily Mutz wandered in just in time, so the Oil Guy talked to him instead until Chris got home. this is a pretty sad statement on my conversational skill. pretty sad indeed. Chris did arrive before too long and we signed up for oil delivery and stuff, so now we will have heat this winter. yay!

some other usual things happened for the rest of the week. nothing really stands out to me until Wednesday. Chris had off of work, so he was home to receive our new dryer. I haven't used it yet, but Chris seems to like it well enough.

when I got home from work (twenty minutes late due to SEAT BELT CHECKS in the DARK on one of the BUSIEST TRAVELING DAYS OF THE YEAR), there was a car in my parking space in fron of the house. yes, I know, we have ample off-street parking. that is not the point. the point is that it is my house and I should be able to park in front of it. I took a few deep breaths to calm down and parked behind the car in front of my house. how awful! so I am getting the mail out of the mailbox when I hear the car doors open.

"Excuse me miss, can we talk to you?"

I turned to find two young guys in suits, both looking very pious. I was trapped by a pair of Mormons, mere feet from the safety of my home. if I had been inside, I could have pretended not to hear the door. but here, out on the porch, there was nothing I could do. I had obviously heard them and could not now ignore them.

I let them do their Mormon thing while I stood listening, arms full of muffins and my work bag. just as they were asking if I considered myself religious (to which I replied "to some extent..."), Chris came out onto the porch. "Oh, and who is this?" they asked.

I sighed, knowing I had been caught. "This," I said, hanging my head. "This is my boyfriend."

eventually they gave up and left. we picked up my sister, went to the liquor store to buy wine for spicing, and then went to Paolo's for wings. after wings we went to Steve's house for some drunken revelry. I had been looking forward to a night of drinking and watching movies and general good times, but I could tell when we arrived that this would not be the case. first of all, there were a lot more people there than I had anticipated (some of whom I downright despise). second of all, most of those guys were playing cards in a rowdy fashion and listening to music very loudly. not a good set-up at all. this sort of environment makes me very uncomfortable, this loud drunkenness. as soon as I saw this, I lost all interest in drinking myself. you see, to me loud people mean the possiblility for trouble. if there was going to be any trouble, I wanted to be sober enough to take care of business.

I'm not going to get too far into it here, but let's just say there was a bit of an altercation between my sister and Kyle. is it reasonable for a 26 year old guy to threaten a 21 year old girl over a nickname? like, to threaten her to "not mess with [him]" and to tell her that he will "break [her] neck"? I dunno, it just seems a little juvenile to me. needless to say, I am a little miffed about the situation. we left not long after that; I didn't feel like I needed to stay in that sort of environment. I guess I am an old lady.

Thanksgiving was fun. I made a casserole that was actually very tasty. it looked like real food and people ate it. and they enjoyed it! I, for one, cannot believe it. I took a picture, I will put it here soon. I also made spiced wine, like I do every year. it was especially awesome this year. I drank almost all of it, I think. three servings went to other people (my sister, my uncle, and Chris), the rest went to me. delicious!

Friday I went shopping with Kim & Dustin at 3:30 in the morning. our first stop was Old Navy, where we stood in line for exactly two hours. no lie! we were going to go to Boscov's next, to get a door prize for being one of the first 400 people there, but there were already waaaaay more people than that so we skipped it. we instead went to Michael's where we bought some yarn. we tried Target, but the lines were way too long so we left. we were gonna go to IHOP for breakfast, but that line was too long as well. there seriously were not any parking spaces left in the lot. at all. we decided to go to Shady Maple instead, which is always awesome.

Saturday we (me, Kylie, my mum, and four aunts) went shopping in Lititz. it was a neat little town, but we spent entirely too much time there. like, seriously. Kylie and I quit early and spent an hour and a half sitting in the car. goodness!

Sunday I mostly sat around with a brief break for groceries with my parents. you will undoubtedly notice that Chris was largely absent from this long weekend. this is because he worked the ENTIRE TIME. Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. sucks, doesn't it? bah!

but yeah, there's a bit of catching up. I am seriously done with these long breaks between posts. for real.

1 comment:

  1. That's good, otherwise I won't be tolerating any more of this tom-foolery. tisk tisk. /dissapointed kim

    what are you up to sunday? I'd love to come up and see the house and perhaps go out to get something to eat. Does chris work?