Ho Ho *cough*Whore*cough*
Whew...Um. Wow. *hangs myself with a string of christmaslights* Nah, actually this Christmas went pretty good, considering past Christmases. Somehow, I would up with 4 pairs of new pajama pants...Still not sure what to think about that. I didn't get BtVS season 5 *pouts* . However, I did recieve a $100 gift card for Target, and a $50 gift card for Old Navy and some much-needed cash. Now I can afford to buy Buffy, groceries, some new jeans, and my last book for next quarter and pay my cell phone and credit card bill! Whoohoo!!! Life is good. Except for this annoying problem with my computer. It won't play DVDs for some reason *cries*. And I got The Core, which I watched on my Mom's laptop (LOVED IT), Chicago, and Catch Me if You Can. And I wanna watch. Grrr. I also got some soda and some ciggy's - my mommy loves me. She did well with the prezzies this year. I am quite impressed. She absolutely loved her screensaver/wallpaper, so that made me very proud:)
Anyway, we were at my step-father's mom's house for Christmas morning this morning (at bleeding 10 AM) to open presents. Mom wasn't feeling well at all, so we left right after opening the presents. We usually go back later for supper, but since Mom wasn't feeling good, I "volunteered" to "stay behind and make sure she was okay." We ordered chinese food and talked about Mark's (my step-dad) family and generally exchanged juicy gossip. Then she suprised the hell out of me by saying, without anything said by me, "you know, they really treat you like crap over there." At that, my jaw dropped. It's true, but I didn't think she'd ever noticed. She's usually preoccupied by being shit-on herself. It was just odd that she said it outloud. She also said "you're kind of like the red-headed step-child, aren't ya? Or in this case, the non-red-headed step-child." (they're all irish and red-headed, I, thankfully, am not, except a few months of the year when I feel like it). I was just amazed that she actually said something. It's really nice being able to talk to my mom like a friend. Eventually, the conversation turned toward school, and she finally asked, un-condescendingly (I KNOW!!!), what happened last quarter that I did so bad and that she was worried about me. I told her the truth. About work, about school, about everything. About Chris. She told me that she wished I felt like I could talk to her about it because she loved me and was very proud of me. Once again, my jaw just dropped. I believe I stuttered out something like "I-I-blue-who-huh?" So, until Ashley and Mark got back, we sat and talked and ate and watched the FOOD Network. Great times, great times. I think this is the best Christmas ever. *g*
