New Years' wrap-up

I never did say what I did on New Years' Eve, so I'll write a recap post...

New Years' Eve

The house was pretty quiet for New Years' this year. Dad bought lobsters for him and Mom and ate them for dinner. I had popcorn shrimp from the freezer because I don't like lobster. I ate my shrimp and my salad upstairs whilst watching Buffy.

After I watched a couple episodes of Buffy, I went on my computer. I went into the Ravelry chat and talked to some of my Ravelry friends. We got real silly. It was funny, because only two or three of us were in the same time zone; everyone else was either a few hours behind us or a few hours ahead. I half-watched The Vicar of Dibley on BBC Canada (they were having a marathon), because the Just for Laughs special was just a repeat of last week's episode (what a rip-off!). Mom and Dad watched Inglourious Basterds. Mom said that just before midnight, Smiles growled at the dog food bag because there's a picture of a dog on the bag. Cute.

New Years' Day

The morning was uneventful. We chilled. We ate. We showered. We packed cheese and crackers to take to Grandma and Grandpa's house. We went to Grandma and Grandpa's house.

We were the first ones there, because Brent said he'd be late getting in. Grandpa made pigs in a blanket, and they tasted pretty good. I ate five or six of them, haha.

Brent arrived next, with Breanne and Heather, and Patti and her troupe were the last to arrive (typical Patti). They came in two cars, so Patti, Jesse and Becca came in first, and then Kevin and his kids. We were all supposed to fill our plates with Chinese food in a certain order, but people shoved their way in anyway. I hung around in the back, because I didn't want to get shoved around, but I wound up being shoved a little anyway because when I was trying to peel apart the butterflied shrimp, Brent was asking me to move up (jerk...).

There wasn't a lot of variety of food, but that was because Grandpa never heard back from Brent or Patti about what dishes they wanted, so Grandpa only ordered our picks and his picks. The food was awful - so awful that Mom felt queasy yesterday. She felt so nauseous that she stayed home while me and Dad got a bit of groceries, got dog food and catnip, and went to the library. I felt a little weird, too - I only ate little stuff like Christmas cookies for most of the day, and then I had a bowl of turkey soup for dinner (which was really good).

So there you have it. Silliness, bad Chinese take-out, and Buffy.

So I slept in again...

Yup, I slept in 'til quarter after 12:00.

Anyways. Here's what went on over the weekend.

Friday

Katie came over. She and Mom went to see Grandma in the hospital. I meanwhile stayed home - I think I worked on my cotton shawl. I think I'll bind off when I've used up the rest of the skein - I have more of that cotton, but I think I'll use it for something else. I was kinda ticked, because I'm pretty sure Mom said I could visit Grandma on Friday, but it didn't turn out that way.

We ordered Chinese take-out when Dad came back from picking Katie and Mom up from the hospital. When Dad picked up the Chinese food and people started loading up plates, I waited patiently in the living room until 'the horde' was done getting food. That's when all hell broke loose.

Dad: "Sam, do you want a plate or a trough (meaning a wide, shallow bowl from IKEA)?"

Me: "I'll wait until you guys are done getting food."

And then he started yelling at me about whether I wanted a plate or a 'trough', and I kept replying that I'd wait. It got to the point that he came out with a 'trough', and asked me again which I wanted, so I grabbed the 'trough' from him and yelled something like, "Fine! I'll take the bowl and wait out here!" Sometime in the whole argument he told me to give him the bowl and go to my room. I gave him the bowl and stayed where I was. I think he stormed into the kitchen, and Katie came out and did her whole stupid 'chill out' BS, and I shoved past her and went on my computer until Mom called me down to eat some dinner. She told me that Dad was acting like a spoiled brat. She was right - he was sitting at his computer, practically pouting, and when I was eating and Mom told him to get some food, he was all, "Oh, I'm allowed in there now?"

Saturday

Katie and Mom went to see Grandma again. I told Katie about how I was pissed off about me having to stay home, and she told me that Mom wasn't making me stay home. So I asked Mom if I was staying home, and she said "Sure", or something to that effect. Katie told her that I'd wanted to come, but in hte end, I decided to stay home, because Mom said that Patti was probaby going to be there - if I had gone, I probably would've slugged Patti's nasty face, since she had the nerve to not call Mom when she was supposed to.

Sunday (yesterday)

After going to church, going to Fortino's and going home to eat lunch, we went down to the hospital to see Grandma. I had looked at some photos of Grandma when we were in church, so I kinda knew what to expect.

She looked... tired. I think she liked the potted plant we gave her (call it a superstition, but I was kinda wary of giving her a potted plant, in case it would be bad luck - 'rooted in hospital'). She got a little confused and wished me a happy birthday - I think she meant to wish Breanne (who wasn't there) a happy birthday, because Breanne's a January baby. She wanted to see my healing mouth, so I tipped my head back and opened my mouth for her to look, and later she asked if my mouth was sore. It was so sweet of her. There were two other people other than Grandpa in the room - I later found out that they were Colleen and... Nick? I think? I'm not sure if they're extended family or close friends. I think I last saw Colleen at Patti's fortieth birthday party a while back. Or maybe it was another Colleen.

So anyways. Grandpa wheeled her out and around for a bit. We chatted about food (Grandma said that she didn't like the hospital chili, because it was too spicy). Mom said she might make a nice, easy-to-swallow soup for Grandma, like the carrot and ginger soup Mom makes, with about half the ginger so that it isn't too strong. Grandpa massaged Grandma. A couple of nurses helped her into bed. We chatted some more about food. Grandma tried to make a phone call, but I don't think she got through to the person she was calling. Then we left. We had Swiss Chalet take-out chicken for dinner.

Mom says we might visit her again on Wednesday. We told Stephen about our current situation with Grandma and my healing mouth, so he probably won't mind if I skip youth group. Actually, I don't think I'll be going back to youth group until the stitches in my mouth are taken out, as a safety measure, since Stone is so keen on throwing crap at me.

I slept in until, as I mentioned earlier, 12:15. I must've been tired. One thing I still haven't done is try reinstalling Human 3D. Maybe tomorrow.

So, I'm finished taking medication for my mouth! Yay! Now I don't have to get up at 8 to take medication :) I do still have to use an antiseptic rinse to clean the area, which is a bit gross, considering I have to wait half an hour to rinse with water after using the rinse, which seems to generate a lot of spit. Eww.

Mom made ham and bean soup, and pureed it. Hopefully it'll be smooth enough for Grandma to eat. It's tasty.

My cat was jumping up on my desk, CPU and monitor a lot this afternoon. Weird. I know she likes being in the highest point of the room, but come on!

Letterman's on tonight! Yay!

The market, my parents, and Saturday Night Live

First, my parents and the market.

We went to the farmer's market this morning. Maybe I should've stayed home. There weren't too many wasps, but when I flinched, Dad yelled at me, saying that it provokes them. Uh, Dad, what the heck was I supposed to do! It buzzed right in my ear! It's human nature to recoil!

And then we're walking back to the car, and Dad makes a sudden left turn, and I'm standing with Mom in between the sidewalks, and a car is stopped in front of Mom. So what does mom say?

"Sam, pay attention! It's like walking with a ten-year-old!"

Well, it's not my fault that Dad decides to make sudden turns when there's cars coming out everybody's ears.

Then in the evening, Mom's mad because she told Dad that she wanted to order Chinese take-out, and he started drinking. He only had one beer, so he was okay to drive, but Mom wasn't too keen on it. Which I totally get. Then, when I wrote down what we wanted to order so that my dad could read it aloud over the phone, I asked him if he could read it, because I made some errors with the pen, and my writing is a bit small. So he read, "Pork fried vice...", because apparently, I can't write. So I flew into a rage, and he flew into a rage, and I went downstairs and put my headphones on until Mom called me upstairs to watch the Major League Soccer game (Toronto FC beat New York 3-1, by the way!!!!!).

And now, for the SNL portion of this post.

I started watching season one of Saturday Night Live this afternoon while my mom was making grape jam. I ate some of the grapes, and they were pretty sour, but good. I got to see John Belushi's impression of Joe Cocker, which was hilarious!