Time spent with my family is never dull. Ever.
That being said, my Christmas was fairly fabulous. I expected nothing less, but still. I’m glad that my expectations for a wonderful holiday with my family were met.
Having worked an early shift at Outback, I was able to arrive at my parents’ house around 10:30. Generally, they are asleep by 8:00, so imagine my surprise to see all the lights on in the house when I pulled up. I walked in the back door, totally confused as to why the Grady house was still hoppin’ so long after the sun had gone down.
It didn’t take me long to notice the massive (and I mean MASSIVE) heaps of raw meat strewn about the kitchen table and counter. Every level surface in the kitchen was covered in freezer paper, and bits and chunks of dead deer were absolutely everywhere. Bless my little, German Momma. She was up to her elbows in venison, cutting, washing, and packing it away. Many a wife would be proud of her husband for killing such a fine buck.
Not my Momma.
I mean, she likes deer meat as much as the next person. She just isn’t a fan of the packing a cleaning process.
One time, Daddy killed two deer with one shot. It was a complete accident, and if two other people hadn’t been with him to verify the story, I would have never believed it. But it really happened. Yeah. Momma was NOT happy for him. Not even a little bit.
But aside from the murder of innocent creatures of the forest (that taste SO good), the weekend was uneventful and amazing. My parents bought me an awesome new TomTom GPS, because they love me, and they know my limitations. The citizens of Jacksonville should all be sending Momma and Daddy letters of thanks for the disasters that this marvelous piece of equipment will help me avoid.
Speaking of Jacksonville... I absolutely cannot wait to be there. Holy Smokes. I’m excited. I wish with my whole heart that I could work it out to where I could move sooner rather than later. But, realistically, it will still be April or May before I get to take the biggest step of my adult life.
Who wants to teach me to drive in a big city?
Rush hour in Florence, Alabama stresses me out horribly. Maybe I can hire one of those creepy middle aged men who teaches foreign women how to drive in America to teach me how to drive in Jacksonville?
I have a gut feeling that big city life really will make me feel like a foreigner for the first few months. For all of you who live in a town bigger than Florence, feel free to throw pointers my way as to how to function in a place that has more than four lanes and offers options other than Walmart for buying groceries.
Goodnight, all. Goodnight.
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