How do bloggers get their friends/family/people to cooperate?! Because my people do not humor me at all when I (need) want to take pictures. I asked John and his brother to get together underneath my "give thanks" sign and despite these (fake) smiles they were like, "stop." Hahaha. Seriously, does no one understand I'M A BLOGGER????
Anyways, what I also want to know is the secret to how everyone posts so fast? The only way I would have been able to post about this on Monday morning would be if I worked on it all weekend...while it was happening. Like, it is well into Tuesday now and here I am. Way past anyones point of caring but I think I'm just going to have to accept that I will always be posting about things at least 3-4 days after it happens. So whatever. Blogging's not a race. (Jk, it is. lol.)
So Thanksgiving 2015 is going down as one of my favorites to date. Not because anything super-special happened or anything really that great or memorable, I just enjoyed it. Simple as that. I already talked about it, but it just felt so good to be with my sister, who's like my bff, and to have Johns brother here, who's like his bff. (Even though before bed last night I said to John, "we're still best friends right?" #emotional.) And then my sisters boyfriend is just the sweetest person ever, and is one of those people you just want at a party. My sister and I were like, "this feels so adult." Haha, like when did we grow up and cook our own Thanksgiving dinner?! That's crazy. Oh and the dogs..all the dogs. I probably got mad at them a little more than I should have, but the truth is that I liked them there. Because of the dogs, it felt like I had a hundred people over. I might be a complete introvert and want to be by myself 95% of the time, but sometimes having a full house just feels so good. I might not like planning get-togethers or parties, but when people are in my care at my house, I enjoy that.
So, I'll start with Wednesday...
Johns brother, Jimmy, got in afternoon-ish and since John was at work, he got so lucky to be stuck with me picking him up at the airport. I only tried to pick him up at the wrong terminal - twice - and then got lost once, but I did swing by Chick-Fila on the way home so he could experience it for his first time ever, so I think that made up for my mistakes. (His favorite part was the sauce lol.) But we considered that just a "snack" and went out for Mexican later that night. If you follow me on snapchat (SERIOUSLY FOLLOW ME ON SNAP, I MIGHT BE FUNNY!!!) then you saw I posted him chatting it up with some ladiez at the bar and they asked him what he thought about Texas, and I quote him - "I imagined more tumbleweeds, maybe some horses, a few more sheriffs." HAHAHA. (He has been here before lol, so I think he was half kidding.) I think that John is outgoing and can make a new best friend in a minute, but his brother is way worse. It was like these two women were going to come and have dinner with us, it was getting that friendly, haha. (Not like that though. He has a girlfriend.) We ate at Lupe Tortilla by the way, for my own memories purpose. It was another place that had been on my bucket list forever, and I'm glad we finally made it in. It was good. But it's all good. I am done judging the Mexican food here, IT'S ALL GOOD!
After dinner...(and shots, and beers, and margaritas) we came home and those two drank like a lot more and stayed up late, and I went to bed. And ha-ha, joke was on them because I woke up Thursday morning fresh as a daisy and those two were like, "..I'm sick." So it took them a while to get going, but I didn't really care. It wasn't like they were going to help me cook or anything. Not being rude, just the truth! I don't even like help when I'm cooking. And my sister gets a late start everyday, hungover or not, so I knew she wouldn't be over until..noonish, haha. So I got started on my turkey and all that good stuff, and by the time those two got around to getting showered and dressed and my sister showed up, I had most everything done. My sister brought over a bunch of food she ordered from a restaurant (long story but she gets to order really good food through her job) and she was going to make mashed potatoes. She literally brought over like ten pounds of potatoes! We had enough mashed potatoes for 25 people! It was funny because it reminded me of how my Step Mom makes a huge bowl of potatoes every year and Jordan (sister) was like mimicking what she does, except she forgot there were only 5 people here, haha. But they were good, so thanks sis! I had bought one bottle of champagne for mimosas...which I have no idea what I was thinking because it made about three glasses. A bottle of wine or champagne always seems so large, but then it isn't. I never learn my lesson on that one. So I had to run out to the grocery store to restock all the alcohol by like 1:30, haha.
The boys watched god-knows-who playing football on tv allll day long, and we tried to time eating right before a new game started. I'm sure everyone thinks this way, but Thanksgiving is so ridiculous because it takes hours and hours to make all the food and then in two minutes, it's over. And that's exactly what it felt like. I made John cut the turkey because everyone got like terrified when I asked who wanted to do it, but I think he did a pretty good job. After dinner when I was trying to get the rest of the meat off, I was like just picking it apart with my fingers like I would with a rotisserie chicken, haha. I probably threw most of it away....but it was getting pretty gross. The next day Jimmy was like, "where's the wings?" And I was like, "seriously? In the trash." I think everyones favorite things were the stuff Jordan brought over. A spicy macaroni and cheese and some rum sausages that tasted seriously like candy. John says that his favorite thing was my stuffing, and I believe him because he just loves carbs, haha. I think it was alright. Although I'm never totally satisfied with anything I cook, I think I did a pretty good job. And the turkey was fine. I pretty much covered it with butter and herbs and stuffed it with lemons. (My two favorite cooking ingredients: butter and lemon.)
I was feeling pretty proud of myself after dinner because I wasn't sickly full feeling, but after dessert (pecan pies!!) I was like, "ugh." But to be honest, I probably ate more pie than anyone else did, haha. And I was the only one who ate again later that night. Once everyone left and everything was cleaned up I begged John and Jimmy to watch "Trainwreck" with me, and they didn't like it! Can you believe that?! I was so sad. So I went to bed before it was even over because it's no fun to be the only one laughing at a movie.
I can't even remember what happened on Friday now. Maybe that's the downfall of blogging about things so late, haha. I'm pretty sure we just hung out...I know that John had a haircut in the morning. Which takes forever. So it felt like he was gone forever. The girl who cuts our hair loves, loves, loves to talk so I'm not kidding it takes her over an hour to cut Johns hair. And he doesn't have a fancy haircut or anything. So he did that, and Jimmy and I stayed home and tried to be healthy and had green smoothies and we started watching "The Leftovers." Johns been watching it for a while, and is always saying that I need to watch it, so we started it and WOW. I'm obsessed. We're all obsessed. It's so good. I recommend! At this point, I could end this right here and just say that we watched it all weekend, because we watched A LOT of episodes, but I'll keep going. (This is for memories after all.) At this point I could also mention that the air mattress in the living room (that Jimmy was sleeping on) stayed out for the remainder of the weekend, haha. There's nothing lazier than that. But the dogs loved it. I'm pretty sure Ted thought it was honestly for him...
Speaking of tv, another funny thing that I keep remembering and laughing about was our tv remote can change channels by voice..like if you say "mtv" it will turn to mtv. And personally I think it's lazy and I've never used to before, but they were doing it all weekend and what I found so funny was that they both put it like right to their mouth like a microphone and would be like "espn" very seriously. One night we were watching tv and there was a commercial on for some drug..Chantax I want to say it was, and John went very quietly into the microphone/remote "Chantax." And it sounds so stupid now, but I thought he was the funniest person ever lol.
But moving on....I did a bit...(and by bit I mean a lot..) of online shopping on Friday. Mostly with gift cards that John got me (love you love you love). I think this year is going to be more like Hannukah because we pretty much just ordered whatever we wanted, and whenever it comes in the mail we're going to open it as if it were our gift, so gifts coming every day this month basically! I don't know about any other couples...but we basically buy things online, for ourselves..but use the other persons credit card to pay for them haha. So it's still like a gift. Like, John ordered all these beard combs (lol) and just used my card so it was from "me." And then I ordered stuff using his card so it's from "him." Do people really surprise their spouses? Are we weird??
Friday night John wanted to take Jimmy to get some Texas BBQ so we went to Rudys. John is so, so obsessed with this place. While we were eating he asked no less than 20 times, "how good is this food Jimmy?" My favorite thing there might be the banana pudding, but I decided to skip that for once, haha. Plus...we went home and finished off the pecan pie, which was aaaah-mazing.
Saturday the weather turned really, really crappy and we all intended to go downtown to the mall, but no one was really in the mood anymore. I really didn't want to go anymore either, but there was this one pair of boots that I wanted but I didn't want to buy them without seeing them in person, because I hate ordering shoes online, so I just went solo. I tried to get there right when they opened because I was sure it would be a zoo, but it wasn't too, too bad. I got the boots (so cute. so couldn't afford anything else afterwards lol) and some gifts for our parents (what to get for parents?!?!?!!) and then tried to get back home as fast as possible. Because...I should mention at this point that we had decided that the little chihuahua was going to go to Michigan on Sunday so I was feeling like, very emotional and missed her and wanted to spend time with her, so I didn't want to be gone for a long time.
When I got home, I was in a weird mood. I never lie about that here (but maybe I should lol). I think I was just tired. And sad about the dog. And the weather was crap. And when I got home, John and his brother were like sitting on the couch where they had been for three days now, drinking beers at like 1pm and watching football again, and I just walked in and started crying. Hahaha. It's funny now, because I am just so ridiculous. I think I said something to them like they were annoying and I took the little dog and like ran into the bedroom and shut the door. John came in and was like, "are you okay..?" and I was like, "go away!" And then he came back like two minutes later, and I was like, "I'm sorry but you guys are so annoying you've been on the couch for three days." Hahaha. I'm pretty sure it was the football that made me crazy. And we just live in such a small space that I couldn't get away from it. John thought it was the funniest thing ever though, and once he started laughing at me, I was laughing, and then I came out and apologized for being crazy. (I know it, I admit it.) And then I took a little nap with lil girl.
Saturday night we ordered Grimaldi's pizza and watched MORE Leftovers. I am addicted. Bless Johns little heart for having to re-watch every episode now, haha. Then Jimmy had been requesting that I made those Christmas cookies with the Hershey kisses in the middle, so I did that, and seriously he ate one. ONE. Hahaha. And I made 24...so guess who has ate them all?
So onto Sunday...not kidding, one of the hardest days of my life. Most of you follow me on Instagram so you know that we sent the lil girl to Michigan to live with Johns Aunt. We got pretty attached to her, and couldn't imagine leaving her with anyone that we didn't know. (And it was still hard to send her to someone that we did know.) So we convinced Johns brother to take her home on his flight with him. I think I was most worried about this part, haha. Not that he isn't a good person and trustworthy, I just wish I would have been able to do it myself. I get weird, and think that no one can do anything except for me. And she got super attached to me, so I felt like she needed me. (I'm so weird.)
I won't get super into the "why's" here about why we didn't keep her ourselves, but it basically came down to Ted. It wasn't going to work out. It wasn't her that was the problem...it was him, haha. It was really hard for both John and I. We woke up Sunday morning and kicked Ted out and took her into bed with us for like half an hour. I think if we would have found her before we had Ted, than we no doubt would have kept her, but the fact is that Ted is our #1, and we have to do what's best for him, and for our sanity. (Basically lost my sanity with Ted and her combined.) So John got her this little carrier...I packed up her things...wrote his Aunt a super long email about everything I knew about lil girl and what she liked/disliked/random things and vet records, and then we left.
Wow, that just got depressing. Sorry! I didn't intend this to go this way, haha. Because really, Thanksgiving weekend this year was amazing. Maybe I will look back and remember that, or remember the sad part. But thats life right? A combination of the good and the hard times. And truthfully, life's about to get crazy so it's good I got a few things off my plate now...
- Thanksgiving dinner: check.
- Home for little chihuahua: check.
- Find somewhere to live in three weeks.............check?