November 21, 2012. My mom and I went shopping to get a few things for Thanksgiving. We went to Costco, and I said that I wanted to see if Mapping Mormonism was there. It was, and I looked at my name in it. My mom wanted to get it, but I told her I could get it cheaper--and thus gave away what I was getting my parents for Christmas. At Smith's Marketplace, she said she wanted to play games on Thanksgiving, and I mentioned that I thought our family would like Loaded Questions. We passed a display of board games, and Loaded Questions was on there, so she got it. She wanted to get some more glasses, but she couldn't decide what to get, because a lot of the boxes had short glasses, and she didn't want any short glasses. She asked me where I wanted to go for lunch, and I mentioned that it was my last chance to get pumpkin shakes, so we went to Arctic Circle. When we were there, I pointed out the vacant Hostess store across the street, since Hostess had just gone out of business. That afternoon I went running, although I can't remember details. That evening, my dad wanted to go to RC Willey to look at 3D Blu-Ray players. On our way, there was a really weird intersection event, with people in the crosswalk when they shouldn't have been and cars making unwise turns in front of us. When we got to the store, I noticed that the store hours used hyphens instead of en dashes. I was surprised at the price of 3D glasses. There was a set of glasses set up in front of a TV and my dad was looking through it. The salesman said they didn't work because it wasn't a 3D movie. My mom was really annoyed with that salesman. Then we went to my grandparents' house to take a turkey home. They had me carry it to the car, and I was a little bit grossed out by the raw turkey sticking out and touching me. I changed my orange shirt when I got home, and I was a little sad because I wanted to wear it on Thanksgiving. But I washed it. My dad went to bed, and I found a cord so that I could plug my laptop into the stereo and listen to music. I talked about wanting to listen to Thanksgiving music, but I turned on my regular playlist. It played "I Forgive You" by Kelly Clarkson. When it was playing "Trust" by Neon Trees, my mom said, "At first I thought it was saying 'drugs,' and I wondered what it had to do with Thanksgiving." I told her that I wasn't listening to Thanksgiving music. I stayed up a little later and did some cleaning. I also watched a Beverly Hillbillies episode.
November 22, 2012. I remember lying in bed and feeling so happy that I could smell turkey and that it was Thanksgiving. I got up and wanted to go running, but I could tell it wasn't going to happen--there was too much to do. I turned on my Thanksgiving playlist, and my dad seemed doubtful that they were Thanksgiving songs. We brought a table up from downstairs and set up the tables. Susanne and her family came. Then Chancey, Nicole, and "Wallace" came right as my playlist was finishing up, and my mom advised me to put my computer up. Chancey and Nicole showed us the things Wallace knew. If you asked him where his nose was, he would pick it--Peter taught him that. Gradually more and more people came. When my grandparents came, they looked at the cider I had in the Crock Pot and said, "Wassail!" Renee had brought a few friends and some bacon-wrapped water chestnuts. We began eating, and Peter and Jesse wanted me to tell them about what embarrassing thing I had left out of my latest memory post. During dinner, Wallace kept going up to the stereo and turning it on and playing a weird country CD my parents listen to. No one else seemed to care, and I had to go turn it off each time. Peter pointed out that Chancey had spilled water on his shirt and said that he expected that I would remember it the next year for my blog post. (If he hadn't pointed it out, I probably wouldn't have remembered!) They talked about my tarantula roommate and were amazed at all the things he had done. Peter was having Wallace make all the faces he had taught him--his "cute face" where he scrunched up his lips and his "shocked face" where he looked surprised. My roommate Scott texted me and wished me Happy Thanksgiving. After Gildersleeves left, we played Loaded Questions. Quin thought it would be boring, but apparently he had just been playing with boring people. We didn't have enough pieces, so we took some of my Thanksgiving Little People for pieces. I had some apple cider. My grandparents continued to call it wassail, and I said, "I thought wassail had citrus in it," and Sue shook her head. Because I kept drinking it, I had to go to the bathroom and thus missed the reaction everyone had when I answered "What would you least expect to find in a present?" with "Denver, CO." One question was, "If calories and money weren't an object, what two brand names would you have for every meal?" I said Papa John's and Almond Joys, and Lisa also said Papa John's. After everyone left, I went downstairs to watch A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. Then I watched the "Low-Cal Munster" episode of The Munsters, asking my mom if I should count it as a Thanksgiving show, and she told me I should, because it was plenty Thanksgiving-y. While I watched these things, I worked on my Rudolph blanket, and I finished it--just in time for the Christmas season.
November 23, 2012. I put on my new Christina Perri Christmas CD. My dad said he didn't want to put up a Christmas tree. I didn't see a need to, since we wouldn't even be there on Christmas, but my mom didn't like the idea. I did some knee exercises downstairs while watching a Christmas episode of Bewitched that I hadn't watched before. I went running, and when I went in the car to go up to Bountiful Boulevard, I turned the station to 98.7, since I remembered that the previous year they occasionally played Christmas songs. I found out that they were an all-Christmas station. I didn't have a successful run. That evening I watched the three-minute Peanuts Christmas clip I have. I got Colbie Caillat's Christmas album, since I had $2 of mp3 credit and Amazon gave me $2. I made the following Facebook status: "
Whoever decided that Christmas "doorbusting" sales should start on Thanksgiving Day should be shot with an Indian's arrow, have their eyes pecked out by a turkey, and be thrown in Plymouth Harbor. What a terrible way to treat employees!
I turned on some of my Christmas music. I played some novelty songs for my mom: "Monsters' Holiday," "Rock and Roll Santa," and "Excuse My Christmas." "Rock and Roll Santa" was my mom's favorite.Related Posts:
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