I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. I know that I did. I got basically what I asked for, not that it matters anyway--I rather have Vincent here than all of those gifts.
Christmas Eve dinner was especially fun. Matt came over and joined the family. When he got here, he handed me his present we decided to go upstairs so I can open it and smoke the last of our weed. We've been saving it for Christmas and it was nice to just start the night that way. I opened his gift and it was the Jack Skellington slippers I thought he was buying for Chelsea. I hate when Matt does that. He tricks me into thinking one thing when it's actually something else. That sneaky bastard! But, I love him dearly. He's such a great friend. Anyway, we went down stairs to find a load of people in my house. My dad invited his supervisor from work (dunno why) over with her two kids. Last year my dad invited his friend Mike who he used to work with and Mike's father. They're really nice. I've known Mike for about as long as my dad has and that's around 6-7 years. He's cool, no problems. I think my mom likes his dad because he kind of reminds me and her of her dad, my grandpa, who passed away a couple years ago. He's fun, and is quite a character.
Anyway, Matt, my brother and I got stuck eating with my dad's supervisor's tweleve year old son, Jordan. At first we thought the kid was quite annoying, Matt and I. I really didn't want him there. The other kid, four year old Jameson, was crying most of the time so I didn't really pay much attention to him. After awhile, Jordan warmed up and we started talking to him about middle school and stuff. Matt and I were high so we were asking beyond retarded questions like if his school gets shot up since he lives in Charlotte. He thought we were funny. Sadly, Matt left at the end of dinner but I continued talking to Jordan. He was alright. Kind of annoying, but he was cool. I know why I don't like kids over the age of eight--they think they're all cool. They think they know everything.
At this point, Jameson had warmed up to when Jordan and I went to go sit in the living room. Jameson, since he's only four, was making his own entertainment by pretending that the downstairs was ridden with bad guys and he was a police officer trying to shoot them and put them in jail. It was quite hysterical to watch. He kept running around shooting bad guys and coming over to tell me that he was. I could tell that he liked me. He was such a cute, sweet kid. Sometimes he would get sad that he couldn't get all of the bad guys because they were too fast. He'd sit down on the end of the stairs and ponder how he was going to defeat them. Then he would proceed to tell me that he was going to finish putting the bad guys in one cage and start on the other. Jordan kept wondering why I found his playing so fun and why I was so into it. I'm not used to having little kids around. I remember when I would hang out with Brittany, I always had fun playing with Brooke. The things she did and said--heh, she always brought buckets of laughter out of me. I haven't seen her since the summer when we took Senior pictures. All I got was a hug. I didn't really get to say much to her. I think she's five now. She's such a sweet girl too. A little crazy, but sweet.
Finally, Jameson got tired and he came to sit next to me. We had a short conversation.
"Now I know you."
"Yes, you do!"
"What's your name?"
"Rachel"
"I like that name!"
And he went off playing again. Then, he came over again and asked me to take off his shoes. He said that he couldn't get them off because he didn't know how to tie his shoes. He said he wanted me to teach him but I probably didn't have enough time and he didn't have enough attention span to really learn how to tie his shoes. It was fine though. He was all sad when he finally had to leave. He really didn't want to go and said that Santa would probably know he was here for Christmas if he stayed. I thought it was the sweetest thing.
Now, don't think just because I spent a little time with a little kid means I totally want to be a mom now. Remember, I actually don't like kids at all. Most of them just seem to like me. I guess it's because I'm a fun person and I embrace creativity and fun situations--like pretending that the house is filled with bad guys. It was cute, and a fun way to spend Christmas eve.
Christmas Eve dinner was especially fun. Matt came over and joined the family. When he got here, he handed me his present we decided to go upstairs so I can open it and smoke the last of our weed. We've been saving it for Christmas and it was nice to just start the night that way. I opened his gift and it was the Jack Skellington slippers I thought he was buying for Chelsea. I hate when Matt does that. He tricks me into thinking one thing when it's actually something else. That sneaky bastard! But, I love him dearly. He's such a great friend. Anyway, we went down stairs to find a load of people in my house. My dad invited his supervisor from work (dunno why) over with her two kids. Last year my dad invited his friend Mike who he used to work with and Mike's father. They're really nice. I've known Mike for about as long as my dad has and that's around 6-7 years. He's cool, no problems. I think my mom likes his dad because he kind of reminds me and her of her dad, my grandpa, who passed away a couple years ago. He's fun, and is quite a character.
Anyway, Matt, my brother and I got stuck eating with my dad's supervisor's tweleve year old son, Jordan. At first we thought the kid was quite annoying, Matt and I. I really didn't want him there. The other kid, four year old Jameson, was crying most of the time so I didn't really pay much attention to him. After awhile, Jordan warmed up and we started talking to him about middle school and stuff. Matt and I were high so we were asking beyond retarded questions like if his school gets shot up since he lives in Charlotte. He thought we were funny. Sadly, Matt left at the end of dinner but I continued talking to Jordan. He was alright. Kind of annoying, but he was cool. I know why I don't like kids over the age of eight--they think they're all cool. They think they know everything.
At this point, Jameson had warmed up to when Jordan and I went to go sit in the living room. Jameson, since he's only four, was making his own entertainment by pretending that the downstairs was ridden with bad guys and he was a police officer trying to shoot them and put them in jail. It was quite hysterical to watch. He kept running around shooting bad guys and coming over to tell me that he was. I could tell that he liked me. He was such a cute, sweet kid. Sometimes he would get sad that he couldn't get all of the bad guys because they were too fast. He'd sit down on the end of the stairs and ponder how he was going to defeat them. Then he would proceed to tell me that he was going to finish putting the bad guys in one cage and start on the other. Jordan kept wondering why I found his playing so fun and why I was so into it. I'm not used to having little kids around. I remember when I would hang out with Brittany, I always had fun playing with Brooke. The things she did and said--heh, she always brought buckets of laughter out of me. I haven't seen her since the summer when we took Senior pictures. All I got was a hug. I didn't really get to say much to her. I think she's five now. She's such a sweet girl too. A little crazy, but sweet.
Finally, Jameson got tired and he came to sit next to me. We had a short conversation.
"Now I know you."
"Yes, you do!"
"What's your name?"
"Rachel"
"I like that name!"
And he went off playing again. Then, he came over again and asked me to take off his shoes. He said that he couldn't get them off because he didn't know how to tie his shoes. He said he wanted me to teach him but I probably didn't have enough time and he didn't have enough attention span to really learn how to tie his shoes. It was fine though. He was all sad when he finally had to leave. He really didn't want to go and said that Santa would probably know he was here for Christmas if he stayed. I thought it was the sweetest thing.
Now, don't think just because I spent a little time with a little kid means I totally want to be a mom now. Remember, I actually don't like kids at all. Most of them just seem to like me. I guess it's because I'm a fun person and I embrace creativity and fun situations--like pretending that the house is filled with bad guys. It was cute, and a fun way to spend Christmas eve.
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