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Name: Aimee
Birthday: 5/17/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Dance, music of all persuasions excluding emo, movies, laughing a hearty laugh, reading for the fun of it, pink obviously, finding new ways to fill the hours of no sleep incurred by insomnia, dumpster diving, naming inanimate objects, hanging out with people I like.
Expertise: Lynn.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
AIM:  nofearitsonlyme
Member Since:
9/25/2004
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| I wish I wrote in this more. It's nice to have a document of stuff that I all too quickly forget, but for the most part, I just talk about things with Vincent now instead of writing them. Here is my attempt to physically document important stuff.
This Thanksgiving was infinitely better than the last. Two years ago, Thanksgiving was a celebration of Mom's finishing her chemo and being cured of cancer. She wore this ridiculous hat that said "Party" on it and her mom came down to help celebrate. We were all really excited that Mom was better. And then two weeks later we found out that she had more cancer. Two weeks after that we found out it was terminal. Six months later she passed away. Needless to say, Thanksgiving has become kind of an emotional and sad time for my family.
Last year was a pretty depressing Thanksgiving. It was just me, my dad, Lynn, and John, which very much highlighted my mom's absence. None of us really knew how to make stuffing, and it turned out horrible. I don't think any of us really felt like cooking or eating at all. It was mostly a quiet, sad, and depressing day. I spent the whole time trying to make the day as undepressing as possible. One of those holidays when you're honestly a little relieved it's over.
This year was actually really good. Vincent came down with me, and so did Lynn's new boyfriend Matthew. On Thanksgiving Day we all woke up relatively early and ate cinnamon rolls. Then we turned on the parade and watched it while we cooked. We did have one disaster--the turkey bag melted in the oven and set off all the fire alarms, and of course poor Matthew hadn't woken up yet. Surprise! Luckily, Lynn and I were able to make a speedy trip to Randall's and get a replacement bag which didn't melt. John and I helped Dad with the stuffing. It turns out that my father is a really good cook, and the reason the stuffing was so bad last year was because he had followed a crappy recipe. This year, he winged it, and the stuffing was delish. Vincent made the mashed potatoes, Lynn baked the rolls and the green bean casserole, and Matthew made pumpkin pie and pecan tartlets. It was fun that everyone helped and the food was very tasty. Dad also made a nice toast at dinner: "To those of us who are here in body, and Mom who is here in spirit. To family." It made me a little teary, but not in a super depressed kind of way. Afterwards, Dad and I watched football and then we all watched Batman Begins with Matthew's HD projector. Dad, Lynn, and I made cookies for video snacks, while John, Vincent, and Matthew worked on perfecting the projector set up. It was a fun time.
The next day we went to the Asal's to watch the UT v. A&M game. It was a bummer, because UT played really poorly and lost (rightly so, I'm afraid.) However, I helped Dad make manicotti, and he impressed the whole party with his cooking talents. Mostly it was just a fun day for me to spend with my dad. I love him a lot, and I don't get to spend a lot of time with him. It's especially nice because I didn't develop much of a relationship with him until college, and it's fun to have things to bond over, like cooking and football. (Although, I would never have guessed that these would be common areas between us. Go figure.) Anyway, Thanksgiving was a really nice time, and I was sad to go. I'm just glad that it was a good time, and that my family was able to be together without being overwhelmed by missing mom, even though we all still do. A lot.
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| Today I had a pivotal moment: I bought whiskey WITHOUT being carded. AND I was wearing pigtails. I can't explain it, but I feel awesome.
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| I feel at such loose ends. I am used to being over-scheduled and overwhelmed with activities. Now I do basically nothing. I feel useless and blah. I don't know what I want to do now that I'm graduated and I feel like I should. It's times like these that I really wish I would have someone to make decisions for me.
On a positive note, time with my family is always wonderful. I love spending time with them. I have the best family.
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| Man. I haven't checked this thing in forever. Don't have internet in the new apartment, so I've barely been on the internet in a month. That's kind of a weird change, but not bad. I get to spend time with my new husband and that's more fun than internet any day.
Sad Fact: Today is the anniversary of my mom's death. Today isn't so bad though actually. It was actually yesterday that was harder because she died on a Friday. But I stayed home for most of the day and Vincent bought me a frito pie for lunch and that was nice. I love crappy football game food. And my husband. Being married is awesome. Sometimes it is hard, but not in the ways I thought. He takes good care of me:) Plus, we get to be totally dorky together and that's fun. We've started hosting a D & D night on Mondays (that's Dungeons and Dragons for you that don't know). It's so ridiculous, but also fun.
Happy Fact: I bought my first vacuum cleaner last week. Now that may seem lame to you. I mean, I've had vacuum cleaners before, but they all came from the dumpster. This one came from the store. I feel like a bona fide housewife. It is orange and gray and I think I want to name it Marky Mango. The coolest part is that it's see through, so when it sucks stuff up, you can see the stuff. It's so gross/awesome. Yeah, my life is pretty good.
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| My wedding was a fairy tale. Be looking for pictures on facebook soon.
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