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tiltingheartand) wrote2006-08-07 12:32 am
tiltingheartand) wrote2006-08-07 12:32 am
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First off, meme. Five songs that start with a letter of the alphabet; comment and I will give you a Letter Of Your Very Own.
Beth gave me K, so:
1. Splashdown - Karma Slave.
2. Big & Rich - Kick My Ass.
3. 3 Doors Down - Kryptonite.
4. Rufus Wainwright - King of the Road.
5. The Producers OST - Keep It Gay.
Second, yesterday was the joint graduation party. Which was interesting.
Vicktor showed up, which was a surprise. He brought flowers for Nat, though, so that was nice. And he left ... fairly early. That was probably a good idea.
It went well, overall, and that probably shouldn't have been such a surprise. I think the fact that it did go well is directly related to the fact that apparently Grandma specifically requested that there be very little alcohol, so there wasn't; the beer and wine was kept in the refrigerator in the basement, and there it stayed. Mostly people drank the pop. (I still say red cream soda is sort of weird. Also the only exception I will make to the pop thing, because that's its name.)
There were hot dogs, and some sausage that everyone raved about (chicken and feta and spinach, and I had a taste and mostly I tasted the fact that Uncle Paul had just taken it off the grill), and deviled eggs with no relish JUST FOR ME. Also my mom made her brownies -- two pans, which is good because otherwise we'd have run out a lot faster. And there was a cake which was, okay, sort of disturbing -- cool, but disturbing also -- because besides the whole well-wishing thing they'd taken our prom pictures to the cake place and had them put on the top, so the left bottom corner was my picture and the right bottom corner was Nat's. This also meant that I was vanilla cake and Nat was chocolate; no smartass comments, please.
But aside from all that, there was corn on the cob. Considering it was a Family Gathering -- all of the family I know on that side, and some I still don't, was there, seriously -- this is no surprise. The surprise was that she decided that she was going to try this thing she'd seen on channel four a while ago, and was going to cook the corn in the dishwasher.
Yes, the dishwasher.
On the rinse cycle.
(We made her take the JetDry out, don't worry.)
We made fun of her for so long when she told us about it. (Jessie, actually, didn't realize for a few minutes that she was actually doing something so weird, and until someone said something had just thought we were talking about something Aunt Carla had seen on TV. Her reaction when she found out what was going on was awesome.)
And then the joke was on us, really, because after they came out of the dishwasher and Uncle Paul put them on the grill, they were delicious. I will note, though, that accompanying the dishwasher corn was a buttering device that I think Aunt Carol just made up right then: a big plastic jug thinger almost full of hot water, with melted butter on the top. What you did was hold the corn by the husks and dip it in, and then as you drew it out the butter would spread on the corn. It was a good idea, really, but the spreader thing in the normal dish of melted butter made funny noises, so I used that instead.
Because even though in two weeks I will be sitting in my dorm at WPI I'm still really only about five.
There's a picture my mom has that she loves: the two of us, two or three, standing in front of a grassy parking lot sort of thing, holding hands, and the way Nat's standing she's got her stomach stuck out and it looks like she has an outie. She calls it her "night and day babies" picture, which is really what it looks like, because back then my hair was still that natural platinum color it used to be, and Nat was as dark as she's always been. But anyway. The day we graduated, she had us stand next to each other and hold hands in the same places we were in the other picture, and she took a picture, and I didn't realize that that was why until she was showing them off to Daddy last Friday. And for the party, she took the old picture and the new picture and taped them both to a piece of cardboard, one over the other.
She originally wanted to blow them up. I'm glad she forgot (the old one I have no problem with, but the new one is an absolute HORRIBLE picture of me).
(Two of the little girls running around were Savannah and Morgan; I think Savannah was Renee's, and Morgan was Melissa's. Unless I have them mixed up. But Savannah's got really light blonde hair, like I used to, and Morgan's dark with dark hair like Nat still does, and they were wandering around holding hands. About twenty minutes after they got there, I tapped Nat's arm and said "hey, look, it's bebe!us!" and she grinned. And then about an hour and a half later, when Aunt Lyn was posing everyone for pictures, Jessie -- who was watching -- saw Savannah and Morgan posed together and said "look! It's Meghan and Natalie!" And Savannah, proving that yes, she is one of us, said "No. My name is Savannah. This is Morgan." And then she stomped off.)
Aunt Linda almost fell out of her chair, also, a few times, while she and a bunch of other people were playing nickel-dime poker. But it's okay, because the only words for what she did at that table are "... she cleaned up." Which happens every time people play poker with Aunt Linda. She also said something which I thought was mint and Nat thought was meth. It turned out to be meat. MINTY METH MEAT. (My Aunt Linda, for clarification, has a very heavy accent.)
Also also ALSO Aunt Katie came. I was very happy that she came. I made this face: :D!!!!! And then introduced her to people and in some cases let them fill in their own names because I still have no idea which one of my second cousins is Renee and which is Melissa. And I never found out what their husbands' names were.
And okay, speaking of names, Aunt Linda and Uncle Bill and Gladys gave me a check as a present. Which, yay, money that I spent today. But there were names on the check, right, Uncle Bill's and then Aunt Linda's. Only they were William Middle-Initial-That-May-Have-Been-H. and Maria E. William I can understand, because that's where Bill comes from, but the Maria made me go wtf, so I asked Mommy and discovered that Aunt Linda's name is actually Maria. But she doesn't know why she's always gone by Linda. I called Grandma and she doesn't know, either, and she's her sister-in-law. Everyone calls her Linda, though. Well, except for Uncle Bill, who has apparently always called her Maria. And Gladys, who calls her Mom.
Aunt Bonnie's name isn't Bonnie, either. It's Yvonne. But THAT connection I can see.
(Clarification: Aunt Bonnie, Uncle Tom (who I don't think I mentioned), Aunt Linda, and Uncle Bill are in fact my great-aunts and great-uncles. That's just too much trouble, and besides that there were a lot of people -- my mom, her sisters, and their cousins who I think are my second cousins but that's also too confusing so we're all just cousins, basically -- for whom they actually are just aunts and uncles, so we drop the great-.)
Uncle Craig and Nicki and Zachary and Cheyanne didn't show up until almost everyone had left, which was funny. They got there just in time to be part of the CROWD OF PEOPLE giving Aunt Katie directions to get back to the thruway, though.
(I asked Zachary what grade he's going into in September. He told me seventh. I told him, no, no, he's going into fifth. Really. He's not old enough to be going into seventh.)
(But he isn't.)
And then Mommy and I left and showered when we came home to get the bugspray off. We watched V for Vendetta after that, and I was right, she did like it.
Beth gave me K, so:
1. Splashdown - Karma Slave.
2. Big & Rich - Kick My Ass.
3. 3 Doors Down - Kryptonite.
4. Rufus Wainwright - King of the Road.
5. The Producers OST - Keep It Gay.
Second, yesterday was the joint graduation party. Which was interesting.
Vicktor showed up, which was a surprise. He brought flowers for Nat, though, so that was nice. And he left ... fairly early. That was probably a good idea.
It went well, overall, and that probably shouldn't have been such a surprise. I think the fact that it did go well is directly related to the fact that apparently Grandma specifically requested that there be very little alcohol, so there wasn't; the beer and wine was kept in the refrigerator in the basement, and there it stayed. Mostly people drank the pop. (I still say red cream soda is sort of weird. Also the only exception I will make to the pop thing, because that's its name.)
There were hot dogs, and some sausage that everyone raved about (chicken and feta and spinach, and I had a taste and mostly I tasted the fact that Uncle Paul had just taken it off the grill), and deviled eggs with no relish JUST FOR ME. Also my mom made her brownies -- two pans, which is good because otherwise we'd have run out a lot faster. And there was a cake which was, okay, sort of disturbing -- cool, but disturbing also -- because besides the whole well-wishing thing they'd taken our prom pictures to the cake place and had them put on the top, so the left bottom corner was my picture and the right bottom corner was Nat's. This also meant that I was vanilla cake and Nat was chocolate; no smartass comments, please.
But aside from all that, there was corn on the cob. Considering it was a Family Gathering -- all of the family I know on that side, and some I still don't, was there, seriously -- this is no surprise. The surprise was that she decided that she was going to try this thing she'd seen on channel four a while ago, and was going to cook the corn in the dishwasher.
Yes, the dishwasher.
On the rinse cycle.
(We made her take the JetDry out, don't worry.)
We made fun of her for so long when she told us about it. (Jessie, actually, didn't realize for a few minutes that she was actually doing something so weird, and until someone said something had just thought we were talking about something Aunt Carla had seen on TV. Her reaction when she found out what was going on was awesome.)
And then the joke was on us, really, because after they came out of the dishwasher and Uncle Paul put them on the grill, they were delicious. I will note, though, that accompanying the dishwasher corn was a buttering device that I think Aunt Carol just made up right then: a big plastic jug thinger almost full of hot water, with melted butter on the top. What you did was hold the corn by the husks and dip it in, and then as you drew it out the butter would spread on the corn. It was a good idea, really, but the spreader thing in the normal dish of melted butter made funny noises, so I used that instead.
Because even though in two weeks I will be sitting in my dorm at WPI I'm still really only about five.
There's a picture my mom has that she loves: the two of us, two or three, standing in front of a grassy parking lot sort of thing, holding hands, and the way Nat's standing she's got her stomach stuck out and it looks like she has an outie. She calls it her "night and day babies" picture, which is really what it looks like, because back then my hair was still that natural platinum color it used to be, and Nat was as dark as she's always been. But anyway. The day we graduated, she had us stand next to each other and hold hands in the same places we were in the other picture, and she took a picture, and I didn't realize that that was why until she was showing them off to Daddy last Friday. And for the party, she took the old picture and the new picture and taped them both to a piece of cardboard, one over the other.
She originally wanted to blow them up. I'm glad she forgot (the old one I have no problem with, but the new one is an absolute HORRIBLE picture of me).
(Two of the little girls running around were Savannah and Morgan; I think Savannah was Renee's, and Morgan was Melissa's. Unless I have them mixed up. But Savannah's got really light blonde hair, like I used to, and Morgan's dark with dark hair like Nat still does, and they were wandering around holding hands. About twenty minutes after they got there, I tapped Nat's arm and said "hey, look, it's bebe!us!" and she grinned. And then about an hour and a half later, when Aunt Lyn was posing everyone for pictures, Jessie -- who was watching -- saw Savannah and Morgan posed together and said "look! It's Meghan and Natalie!" And Savannah, proving that yes, she is one of us, said "No. My name is Savannah. This is Morgan." And then she stomped off.)
Aunt Linda almost fell out of her chair, also, a few times, while she and a bunch of other people were playing nickel-dime poker. But it's okay, because the only words for what she did at that table are "... she cleaned up." Which happens every time people play poker with Aunt Linda. She also said something which I thought was mint and Nat thought was meth. It turned out to be meat. MINTY METH MEAT. (My Aunt Linda, for clarification, has a very heavy accent.)
Also also ALSO Aunt Katie came. I was very happy that she came. I made this face: :D!!!!! And then introduced her to people and in some cases let them fill in their own names because I still have no idea which one of my second cousins is Renee and which is Melissa. And I never found out what their husbands' names were.
And okay, speaking of names, Aunt Linda and Uncle Bill and Gladys gave me a check as a present. Which, yay, money that I spent today. But there were names on the check, right, Uncle Bill's and then Aunt Linda's. Only they were William Middle-Initial-That-May-Have-Been-H. and Maria E. William I can understand, because that's where Bill comes from, but the Maria made me go wtf, so I asked Mommy and discovered that Aunt Linda's name is actually Maria. But she doesn't know why she's always gone by Linda. I called Grandma and she doesn't know, either, and she's her sister-in-law. Everyone calls her Linda, though. Well, except for Uncle Bill, who has apparently always called her Maria. And Gladys, who calls her Mom.
Aunt Bonnie's name isn't Bonnie, either. It's Yvonne. But THAT connection I can see.
(Clarification: Aunt Bonnie, Uncle Tom (who I don't think I mentioned), Aunt Linda, and Uncle Bill are in fact my great-aunts and great-uncles. That's just too much trouble, and besides that there were a lot of people -- my mom, her sisters, and their cousins who I think are my second cousins but that's also too confusing so we're all just cousins, basically -- for whom they actually are just aunts and uncles, so we drop the great-.)
Uncle Craig and Nicki and Zachary and Cheyanne didn't show up until almost everyone had left, which was funny. They got there just in time to be part of the CROWD OF PEOPLE giving Aunt Katie directions to get back to the thruway, though.
(I asked Zachary what grade he's going into in September. He told me seventh. I told him, no, no, he's going into fifth. Really. He's not old enough to be going into seventh.)
(But he isn't.)
And then Mommy and I left and showered when we came home to get the bugspray off. We watched V for Vendetta after that, and I was right, she did like it.
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you say it's delicious, but that still terrifies me a little.
also! more random, but, WPI = worcestor polytech? or somewhere totally different and my acronym-fu is pitiful?
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Also yes! That's my college, yessirree. And you're right, that was really random. :D
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basically, i just felt smart. XD
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