Saturday...where to begin. As I mentioned yesterday my family was in town, so we stayed at my uncle's place up in Draper with my family. On Saturday had a lot of things going on though. For one, it was my old roomate's baby shower (she's expecting a girl), and then later the Easter Dinner at Uncle Stephen and Tracy's place. Well, before we left our place for Draper the day before I forgot to look up directions to where the baby shower was at, so I ended up calling my friend's mother-in-law, who, bless her heart, didn't give very good/clear directions. I hate to be harsh against my own sex, but whenever women (older women) give me directions they (for the most part) seem very unclear. She didn't even know the exit number from the freeway to get to her own house, and she didn't give me any street numbers. All the directions consisted of were "go east, on the third right turn right, then on the second stop sign turn left, then the fourth right..." etc. You get the picture? So we were lost for a half hour, then we had to call her sister-in-law for better directions. BUT before calling her sister I started to have a panic attack, probably like the third I've had in my life, and they always seem to happen in cars when being lost. I started crying hysterically and couldn't stop. Finally we found the place, but I was so emotionally distraught that I sat alone the whole time, pouting. Then about two hours later we all went to Easter Dinner (my family too) at the Taylor's. It was a lot of fun, but a bit of a learning experience for some members of my family since we never really debate with each other or talk about politics, etc. But it was a lot of fun. As usual, I over ate. Oh well. Happy Late Easter. (I'll have to post pictures of Easter weekend later when my sis e-mails me the pictures)
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Guess what? NO ONE debates or talks politics like the Taylors. My family is all about chatting, asking each other questions, talking about good books, movies, and TV shows, and telling funny stories. I get used to the Taylor version of "party talk" after awhile, but I'm not sure they realize how uncomfortable and contentious it can be for outsiders. It's a source of constant "discussion" between me and Karl. ;) But he's getting better. And I know how to hold my own when in Taylorland. Let me tell you, though, contentious political discussion will NOT be a feature of the Moore/Taylor household if I have anything to say about it!
Also, welcome to motherhood, my friend. You will spend the next few months bawling over things you KNOW really aren't a big deal, but feel like it anyway. That hormone rollercoaster is a nightmare!!! I felt EVERYTHING strongly --especially the desire to rip people limb from limb if they stood in between me and food. Things will get better, though--I promise. :)
Talk about angry...I've had some real anger issues since I've been preggars. I always thought being pregnant I would have a glow, but I just feel really PMS-y, more so than when I was on my period. I constantly feel like I'm on the verge of biting someone's head off. I didn't expect this to be one of my pregnancy symptoms.
I propose a solution to the acrimonious debates that seem to often hijack pleasant dinner conversation at the Taylor table. As soon as the discussion takes a bad turn, what if we peaceful-minded people all agree to wordlessly get up with our plates and evacuate together to another part of the house to finish our dinner? I wonder if they would get the message; at least we could enjoy the rest of our meal together. What do you think?
Amen, Linda. AMEN!!!!
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