When It's All Said and Done...

Well Thanksgiving's over and I survived! I am sorry I haven't posted earlier. I know people have been texting/calling but I have been pretty busy, sorry.

Actually, it wasn't that bad. I way over thought it, like I always do.

Ryan and Michelle arrived (that's their names, I don't think I've ever said their names) a little late. Ryan pretty quickly came to say "hi" to my mom, brother and myself (we were sitting outside). When I did come inside I realized I should go introduce myself to Michelle, just to help ease the tension.

I probably should've thought of a plan first before just going an embarking on a task such as self introducing. But I didn't think past "Hi, my name is Jenny. I just wanted to come and meet you." So after she said her name I realize I hadn't prepared myself any further and said, "whelp, now we've met." And I looked at my sister-in-laws' mom (Pat), who was standing with us, with a look that said please have something to say right now.

Pat did have something to say, and we all talked for probably a good five minutes. She really is a nice girl. But I will say two things, even as mean as I feel saying them. She talks in what I can only describe as a baby voice (or like her tongue is too big for her mouth, I don't know, it's hard to describe it actually) and she looks like she is already showing with the pregnancy (though I am told she is only a month along).

About the worst thing that happened all day was when she and Ryan were sitting on the couch as we watched the cowboys game. There was literally no vacant seats other than the one right beside them. Though I feel I would've had no problem with plopping right down next to Ryan, I felt she might not appreciate it so much. So instead I sat in the dinning area in the back of the room and missed out on the fun of the game watching and talking in the living room.

She really spent the whole day hanging onto or sitting right next to Ryan. I would say I was the one that always made the attempts to talk to her. But later in the evening we decided to have our usual board game playing time, she did join (knowing full well I was playing and Ryan was not). I sat down and even though there was an entire half the table empty, she sat in the seat right next to me! I was amazed she would do such a thing. So based on her seating, we were always on the same team for the game playing. It was actually her, myself and Pat. Talk about a group that doesn't really know each other (well for one of the games we played)!

We played Partini's "Quick and Quirky." There is one game on there that the person who draws the coaster has to answer five questions about themselves. Then their team has to guess the answers, and if they get three of the five right, they win that coaster (sorry if you've never played regular Partini and don't understand what I am talking about). Well of course she drew that coaster, so we had to guess these totally off the wall questions about her. Things like what quality she looks for in friends, what her favorite soup is, who she'd sing back up vocals for, etc. I don't know these things about this random girl (and apparently, neither did Pat). Obviously, we did not win that coaster.

Shortly afterwards though, Ryan walked in to see how our game playing was going. We said we could use a little help answering questions on his girlfriend, to which he responded, "All I know about her is she smells funny and she farts in her sleep."

Someone cut that man off from the alcohol (though I don't think he was drunk). I felt bad for her when he said that. Why would he say that about her when she barely knows these people. She is already a shy type of person and you could tell she was embarrassed. Had it had not been my ex, I might would've said something sarcastic back. But once again, I knew my boundaries.

By the end of the night, I wouldn't say we were best friends or anything. But I think we were doing better than expected with getting along. I mean, we were conversing and plotting our team strategies on games, making funny comments to each other and giving advice to each other (not anything big, more like, "hey your a hairstylist, what shampoo do you recommend?). I even gave her a hug when she left.

I did think they were good for each other. She kinda reminded me of his mom, which I myself was nothing like her. They just seem to have a lot of the same behaviors. I do wish them the best of luck. And, I don't anticipate ever having any problem with running into them in the future.

Now that's a successfull Thanksgiving....well maybe I will share something about actual Thanksgiving later.