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Family time!
My family tells me the oddest things about myself.
We have relatives visiting this weekend; my cousin TJ and his wife Michelle came in with their son Markus Wednesday night from Arizona, and my aunt Susie her boy-toy Grant and my cousin Kristi came in from Indiana last night. They're all staying at my grandmother's house. It's not a big house. There's only one bathroom for the lot of them.
ANYWAY. Last night I rounded up the fraternal unit and went to the grandmother's house for dinner and family time, and once there, we somehow got on the topic of my storytelling skills. It was my grandmother's fault, honest, she started it. So, TJ recounted this one time when I scared the shit out of him and Kristi with this story I'd written. We were very young, he says my mom was taking all us kids to some place with a boardwalk, and I told this wacky horror story to my brother and cousins during the car trip. TJ says I ended the story with killing the monster by throwing a plant at its head. I had it all figured out! The plant was full of acid, and I threw it at the monster's head (I don't know whether this was my protagonist, or if I made myself the heroine of my monster-burning adventures; I was not above Mary Sue-ry in my young writing years.) and killed the monster by burning it with the acid. And apparently I just terrified my poor suggestible cousins with this show of fictional violence.
I really don't remember any of this. I don't remember the story, I don't remember the day, I don't remember making anything up that frightened my cousins. Which is not to accuse my cousin of lying; I take his word for it, but it is really disconcerting to be told about something, really quite colorful, that you did when you were more than old enough to remember, and have it not ring the slightest bell.
The occasion for the visit is that little Markus turns 2 on Sunday, and this is the first time my grandmother and our lot have seen the baby. Though my parents still haven't seen him; my mom worked late last night and my dad simply declined to visit. If I'd known he wasn't going to visit, I would have left with the fraternal unit much earlier and enjoyed some more time at our grandmother's house.
In other news, I went to the dentist this morning, where the lady at the front desk recognized me--again, I really can't remember ever having met this woman--and so I didn't have to fill out any papers, they just used my previous records. The hygienist sat me down within a few minutes and cleaned my teeth, then brought in the dentist, who advised me about my front fillings. I was all like, "yeah, actually, I'd like to take this ugly sucker out any time now," so the dentist says, "Okay, give me ten minutes and I'll be right back." So she came back with an assistant, numbed me up, and fixed my top incisor so that it no longer looks like someone patched it with dirty rice! Being uninsured, I paid for the whole thing out of pocket, but I love my dentist's office! I still have some little discolored spots around the edges of my front teeth, but I can deal with them. I no longer have to smile with my mouth closed. The anesthesia's all gone now, though; damn. I kind of enjoyed having no sensation in half my upper lip. The cost wasn't nearly as bad as I was afraid it would be, either. I thought we'd be talking four digits. It wasn't.
We have relatives visiting this weekend; my cousin TJ and his wife Michelle came in with their son Markus Wednesday night from Arizona, and my aunt Susie her boy-toy Grant and my cousin Kristi came in from Indiana last night. They're all staying at my grandmother's house. It's not a big house. There's only one bathroom for the lot of them.
ANYWAY. Last night I rounded up the fraternal unit and went to the grandmother's house for dinner and family time, and once there, we somehow got on the topic of my storytelling skills. It was my grandmother's fault, honest, she started it. So, TJ recounted this one time when I scared the shit out of him and Kristi with this story I'd written. We were very young, he says my mom was taking all us kids to some place with a boardwalk, and I told this wacky horror story to my brother and cousins during the car trip. TJ says I ended the story with killing the monster by throwing a plant at its head. I had it all figured out! The plant was full of acid, and I threw it at the monster's head (I don't know whether this was my protagonist, or if I made myself the heroine of my monster-burning adventures; I was not above Mary Sue-ry in my young writing years.) and killed the monster by burning it with the acid. And apparently I just terrified my poor suggestible cousins with this show of fictional violence.
I really don't remember any of this. I don't remember the story, I don't remember the day, I don't remember making anything up that frightened my cousins. Which is not to accuse my cousin of lying; I take his word for it, but it is really disconcerting to be told about something, really quite colorful, that you did when you were more than old enough to remember, and have it not ring the slightest bell.
The occasion for the visit is that little Markus turns 2 on Sunday, and this is the first time my grandmother and our lot have seen the baby. Though my parents still haven't seen him; my mom worked late last night and my dad simply declined to visit. If I'd known he wasn't going to visit, I would have left with the fraternal unit much earlier and enjoyed some more time at our grandmother's house.
In other news, I went to the dentist this morning, where the lady at the front desk recognized me--again, I really can't remember ever having met this woman--and so I didn't have to fill out any papers, they just used my previous records. The hygienist sat me down within a few minutes and cleaned my teeth, then brought in the dentist, who advised me about my front fillings. I was all like, "yeah, actually, I'd like to take this ugly sucker out any time now," so the dentist says, "Okay, give me ten minutes and I'll be right back." So she came back with an assistant, numbed me up, and fixed my top incisor so that it no longer looks like someone patched it with dirty rice! Being uninsured, I paid for the whole thing out of pocket, but I love my dentist's office! I still have some little discolored spots around the edges of my front teeth, but I can deal with them. I no longer have to smile with my mouth closed. The anesthesia's all gone now, though; damn. I kind of enjoyed having no sensation in half my upper lip. The cost wasn't nearly as bad as I was afraid it would be, either. I thought we'd be talking four digits. It wasn't.