Turkey Day was great. The Boy came home with me, met the family, won my mom over with the pumpkin pie he baked the night before and then brought to her, won my dad over with non-stop talk about different gardening techniques*, won my brother over with his computer talk, and my other brother latched onto the music topic. My friends loved him, my friendsâ boyfriends loved him, my friendsâ families loved him⦠Everywhere we went I lost him to other people. Case in point: when we went up to see Sarah and her family we walk into the house and within 90 seconds he was sitting at the table with Sarahâs dad, beers in hand, discussing orchards. In all actuality, I probably didnât spend that much time with him over the weekend, he was so occupied by everyone else.
*Odd moment with The Boy and my dad: heâs reading this gardening book, and my dad say it and asked about it, and as he started looking at it, my dad ran over to the bookshelf to grab the original first edition of the same book (The Boy has like the seventh edition or something). Then they had to compare the differences, the updates, Brian had to ask my dad what things about the old one he did or didnât like⦠and all the while Iâm trying to get him out the door to go meet the girls for dinner. I finally just stopped and realized that my dad and my boyfriend are frighteningly similar. Scaryâ¦
I made the move out of Orenco and into NE. Weâre talking industrial NE, off Columbia, by the train tracks. Iâm way out, but not as way out as I was in Hillsboro. Thank God I donât have to drive Hwy 26 everyday now. It was killing me. And the fact that Iâm closer to The Boy is nice as well.
Tonight we (the Boy, his roommates, their girls, me) are making cookies, building a gingerbread house, and watching Christmas movies. Iâm pretty excited about it. Then tomorrow weâre off to Hood River to meet his mom and spend the weekend with her. Iâve talked to her a few times on the phone, and she seems like a very nice lady. Brian says Iâm a lot like her. Iâm hoping thatâs a good thingâ¦
Life really isnât too terribly exciting right now, but itâs very good. I love The Boy, he loves me, I love my job, I love my house⦠Maybe itâs just the fact that itâs the holidays and, in my mind, itâs the best time of the year. âThe most wonderful time,â if you will.
Iâm off to do more work before I head out of the office and start baking like a fool. I hope everyone is doing as well as I am. Thatâs really all I want for Christmas this year: to be happy and content. How disgustingly cheery am I?
alwaysâ¦..
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