Well folks, I made it through my first holiday with a significant other. I was so sure I wanted him to come when I invited him on Sunday and when I checked if he still liked me and wanted to come with me on Monday morning, Monday afternoon, Wednesday night, and Thursday morning. The times I wasn't so sure were Monday night, Tuesday afternoon, and Wednesday morning; fewer than the number of times I was sure about the whole thing, which is notable. I momentarily thought about uninviting him only twice and calling in sick for the whole day only once. I'd say that is quite remarkable progress in my newest adventure of conquering my disturbingly exorbitant fear of commitment to a human male that is not undeviatingly perfect, unblemished, and flawless. I have made it through six weeks of steady dating and a major holiday with Ricky, alive and whole with all of my limbs and digits intact and no major damage to my vital organs, and I have even experienced an abundance of happiness and glee along the way. Again peeps, notable and remarkable progress. Oh, by the way, did I mention I squeezed out of him the fact that he got a 34 on the ACT and a 1470 on the SAT? Did I mention he cooks really well? Have I told you about how easy-going and mellow he is? Did we talk about his beautiful voice? I just wanted to make sure we were clear...
So here's how it all went down: I was supposed to go pick him up at noon and drive to Mom and Dad's house. But I was, as usual, running late finishing up the stuffing I was assigned to bring. I called him to ask if he could meet me at my house and then I'd drive to my parents' house from there. "Sure, no problem," says Mr. Easy-going. He gets to my house and I'm still not done. "Ricky, will you do me a favor and chop this parsley for the stuffing?" "Sure. How do you want it chopped?" "Uh......I don't know, I've never chopped parsley." "Okay, I'll just chop it how I usually chop it," because, of course, he chops parsley regularly. Who doesn't? So we finish up with the stuffing and got to the parental unit 20 minutes late. Not a word or mention or hint from him that we are late, 'cause it don't matta to 'im!
So, we hung out with the fam. The kids liked Ricky very quickly and he liked playing with them as well. Eston was especially fascinated by his kitchen tap-dancing. I think the fam is getting used to his sudden burstage of song. Brynn reminded me yesterday that we used to have a rule of no singing at the dinner table. I was happy to hear that because it helped me realize how far y'all have come in tolerating my constant noise, sometimes discernable as singing. I hope yous alls will continue to be tolerant and maybe even a little amused by Ricky's beautiful and frequent singing, which is more than mine! Who'da thunk!
Well, Ricky told me he really enjoyed the food and had a good time with you guys, that you were fun and funny and I think something to the effect of a nice family dynamic. I as well LOVE to be with my family and eat their food. So, thanks, guys, for all your hard work yesterday. It was really awesome!
Around 4PM we went for a walk around the neighb' and then headed to Ricky's family's house in Orem. Of the five children in his family, two are away finishing school and one is on a mission. So it was only his parents, Dil (short for Dilworth) and Laura Beth (also known as LB), and his youngest sibling, his sister Nabby. They had already eaten their feast, so we snacked on some leftovers and chatted for a while. We then played a rousing game of scum. I was scum for 4 of the 7 rounds but ended up as king or president at the last round so the competitive monster I keep in the closet was satisfied. They are all very close and a whole lotta lot of fun! They made me feel very welcomed. We had homemade pumpkin and apple pie that was to die for and finished the night watching "Ratatouille." He even somewhat-cuddled with me in front of his family while we sat on the couch, which is progress for him.
Okay, peeps, this entry is entirely too long, but I figure the only people reading it are my family and close friends, so there is no reason to not write whatever I would tell you already. There's not a whole lot else in my life to report on and let's be frank, 'cause Frank's a person too: do you really want to hear about my school lessons and taking attendance and running over to rehearsal and washing my kitchen floor? No! You want the juicy stuff. You'd skim over the other stuff anyway, so let's just leave it out right now for all our sakes.
Happy post-Thanksgiving! Merry Christmas!
So here's how it all went down: I was supposed to go pick him up at noon and drive to Mom and Dad's house. But I was, as usual, running late finishing up the stuffing I was assigned to bring. I called him to ask if he could meet me at my house and then I'd drive to my parents' house from there. "Sure, no problem," says Mr. Easy-going. He gets to my house and I'm still not done. "Ricky, will you do me a favor and chop this parsley for the stuffing?" "Sure. How do you want it chopped?" "Uh......I don't know, I've never chopped parsley." "Okay, I'll just chop it how I usually chop it," because, of course, he chops parsley regularly. Who doesn't? So we finish up with the stuffing and got to the parental unit 20 minutes late. Not a word or mention or hint from him that we are late, 'cause it don't matta to 'im!
So, we hung out with the fam. The kids liked Ricky very quickly and he liked playing with them as well. Eston was especially fascinated by his kitchen tap-dancing. I think the fam is getting used to his sudden burstage of song. Brynn reminded me yesterday that we used to have a rule of no singing at the dinner table. I was happy to hear that because it helped me realize how far y'all have come in tolerating my constant noise, sometimes discernable as singing. I hope yous alls will continue to be tolerant and maybe even a little amused by Ricky's beautiful and frequent singing, which is more than mine! Who'da thunk!
Well, Ricky told me he really enjoyed the food and had a good time with you guys, that you were fun and funny and I think something to the effect of a nice family dynamic. I as well LOVE to be with my family and eat their food. So, thanks, guys, for all your hard work yesterday. It was really awesome!
Around 4PM we went for a walk around the neighb' and then headed to Ricky's family's house in Orem. Of the five children in his family, two are away finishing school and one is on a mission. So it was only his parents, Dil (short for Dilworth) and Laura Beth (also known as LB), and his youngest sibling, his sister Nabby. They had already eaten their feast, so we snacked on some leftovers and chatted for a while. We then played a rousing game of scum. I was scum for 4 of the 7 rounds but ended up as king or president at the last round so the competitive monster I keep in the closet was satisfied. They are all very close and a whole lotta lot of fun! They made me feel very welcomed. We had homemade pumpkin and apple pie that was to die for and finished the night watching "Ratatouille." He even somewhat-cuddled with me in front of his family while we sat on the couch, which is progress for him.
Okay, peeps, this entry is entirely too long, but I figure the only people reading it are my family and close friends, so there is no reason to not write whatever I would tell you already. There's not a whole lot else in my life to report on and let's be frank, 'cause Frank's a person too: do you really want to hear about my school lessons and taking attendance and running over to rehearsal and washing my kitchen floor? No! You want the juicy stuff. You'd skim over the other stuff anyway, so let's just leave it out right now for all our sakes.
Happy post-Thanksgiving! Merry Christmas!
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