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Dec. 25th, 2006 09:33 pmYesterday, on our way to New Jersey, Marie begged Dad to stop at Dunkin' Donuts. He did stop, but we noticed that the line was long in the building, so he told us to buy our own donuts if we really wanted one. Marie declined, and he went around the parking lot. She thought he was kidding until he left the parking lot entirely.
Cousin Adam was with Aunt Dawn for Christmas, but Aunt Allison, Grandpa Bob, and Cousins Dennis and Steven met us at Uncle Robby's house. We started the visit by watching this movie called The Transporter II. After the movie ended, there wasn't much for me to do except start refining the Pokemon population percentages for Jamie's fic.
During dinner, I announced to everyone that Jake doesn't get along with his immediate family nearly as much as we get along with our extended family, and that we should all be grateful for that. Some of us then decided to clink glasses in celebration. I was full of food, wanted to lie down somewhere, wasn't excused from the table, and had next to nothing else to bring up for conversation. Minutes later, Uncle Robby asked the adults near him if they ever visited Cold Stone, and I overheard him. I jumped in, and Mom told them about one of Marie's visits to that place.
For dessert, Mom brought some brownies that she baked at home the previous day, which was the only good dessert course anyone brought this year. There was also a dish of Turkish Delights, but those things taste terrible. I had a slice of cake which had buttercream instead of icing, and also was laced with caramel. That wasn't very good either, though better than Turkish delights. Even Dad had the same opinion, which he stated in the car while talking. I was only able to eat two brownies, after having had half of a big, thick prime rib which took up almost half my plate during dinner.
Half of the trip home (mostly through New York City) had been really sluggish. The trip going to New Jersey had been a breeze in comparison. However, it still had its surprises, like some beggar standing in the lane divider at some traffic light. With that brought up, I might as well let you know that Dad asked Mom for a dollar before he came to us, and handed it to him. When I asked Dad how much he gave the man, he said "a hundred," but I knew he was pulling my leg, so he told me it was one dollar.
During the faster portion driving home, we were talking about action movies like the one we watched at Robby's house. To sum it up, I named plenty of inaccuracies in movies about knives, guns, bludgeons, and other weapons, and Dad told me whether or not each one is true in real life or not. For example, you'd have to be really strong in real life to drive a knife through someone's flesh, and most gunshots are only truly fatal if they strike the heart or eye socket, although it really is possible to knock someone out by whacking them across the head with a crowbar, or even knocking two people's heads together.
I also told Dad about that movie cliche website I recently found, and offered to show it to him the next day.
http://www.moviecliches.com/
Dad detected something on this PC just minutes ago, which pops up and shuts down minimized programs if a second program is pulled up. That happened just this morning, when I had to do something real fast while writing this entry and Dad mistakingly pulled up the Woodenboat Forum thinking I was off completely. Mom told him that this also happens at the hospital where she works. In case you're wondering, that's exactly why this entry is being posted at roughly 9:30 P.M. instead of first thing in the morning. Expect tomorrow's entry to be relatively late as well, because tonight's the last night Grandma Ella will be staying with us, and I'm not supposed to type real fast while Marie's sleeping on the futon (which just so happens to be right behind my seat. Even if it were in the living or dining room, there are no doors and not enough walls to block the sound of rapid typing).
Cousin Adam was with Aunt Dawn for Christmas, but Aunt Allison, Grandpa Bob, and Cousins Dennis and Steven met us at Uncle Robby's house. We started the visit by watching this movie called The Transporter II. After the movie ended, there wasn't much for me to do except start refining the Pokemon population percentages for Jamie's fic.
During dinner, I announced to everyone that Jake doesn't get along with his immediate family nearly as much as we get along with our extended family, and that we should all be grateful for that. Some of us then decided to clink glasses in celebration. I was full of food, wanted to lie down somewhere, wasn't excused from the table, and had next to nothing else to bring up for conversation. Minutes later, Uncle Robby asked the adults near him if they ever visited Cold Stone, and I overheard him. I jumped in, and Mom told them about one of Marie's visits to that place.
For dessert, Mom brought some brownies that she baked at home the previous day, which was the only good dessert course anyone brought this year. There was also a dish of Turkish Delights, but those things taste terrible. I had a slice of cake which had buttercream instead of icing, and also was laced with caramel. That wasn't very good either, though better than Turkish delights. Even Dad had the same opinion, which he stated in the car while talking. I was only able to eat two brownies, after having had half of a big, thick prime rib which took up almost half my plate during dinner.
Half of the trip home (mostly through New York City) had been really sluggish. The trip going to New Jersey had been a breeze in comparison. However, it still had its surprises, like some beggar standing in the lane divider at some traffic light. With that brought up, I might as well let you know that Dad asked Mom for a dollar before he came to us, and handed it to him. When I asked Dad how much he gave the man, he said "a hundred," but I knew he was pulling my leg, so he told me it was one dollar.
During the faster portion driving home, we were talking about action movies like the one we watched at Robby's house. To sum it up, I named plenty of inaccuracies in movies about knives, guns, bludgeons, and other weapons, and Dad told me whether or not each one is true in real life or not. For example, you'd have to be really strong in real life to drive a knife through someone's flesh, and most gunshots are only truly fatal if they strike the heart or eye socket, although it really is possible to knock someone out by whacking them across the head with a crowbar, or even knocking two people's heads together.
I also told Dad about that movie cliche website I recently found, and offered to show it to him the next day.
http://www.moviecliches.com/
Dad detected something on this PC just minutes ago, which pops up and shuts down minimized programs if a second program is pulled up. That happened just this morning, when I had to do something real fast while writing this entry and Dad mistakingly pulled up the Woodenboat Forum thinking I was off completely. Mom told him that this also happens at the hospital where she works. In case you're wondering, that's exactly why this entry is being posted at roughly 9:30 P.M. instead of first thing in the morning. Expect tomorrow's entry to be relatively late as well, because tonight's the last night Grandma Ella will be staying with us, and I'm not supposed to type real fast while Marie's sleeping on the futon (which just so happens to be right behind my seat. Even if it were in the living or dining room, there are no doors and not enough walls to block the sound of rapid typing).