Comments and Musings
Oct. 25th, 2005 02:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lls_mutantTaking a break from my paper, which is coming soooooo slooooowly.
Question for Shoebox fans: I was over on the Wolfstar thread on FAP, and opened the Shoebox can of worms. (I.e., I said I'm not a huge fan. I don't think it's a worthless pile of claptrap- it just doesn't work for me, which is no biggie. I'm not toting signs that shout "Down with Shoebox!") But I've never read it all the way through- just bits and pieces. However, I have noticed that certain characterizations get used throughout fandom, and some of them (Fabian Prewett being gay, for example) are at least featured in Shoebox. Someone mentioned that Alphard being either gay or a werewolf is from Shoebox. The gay thing- well, it's more common to meet a gay Uncle Alphard than a straight one, sure. But is Alphard a werewolf in SBP? I've never heard it mentioned before. (I assume the poster just got it mixed up, because I was pretty sure I did the first major Alphard-as-a-werewolf, but I could be wrong.)
In-laws were over for dinner last night, and it didn't turn into quite the disaster scene I expected. Hubby and Barry approached the Christmas subject, but they backed off earlier than I thought they would. We'll see what happens. I need to broach the subject with them myself. My mom wants to skip a Christmas exchange with them this year. Not only does she not want them to spend the money, but she never knows what to get them. Plus- and this is serious and the big argument I plan on using- she and her hubby are moving this year into an apartment. They need to get rid of stuff. They really don't want to accumulate any more. And neither of them eat sweets much. So hopefully in-laws will respect that part of their request!
It was entertaining, though. Hubby asked what they're doing this year for Thanksgiving. My other BIL and his wife and kids go down to Williamsburg, and hubby asked if they'd go this year. Not terribly surprisingly, they weren't sure, because they want to be around when the baby is born. Hubby said he'd call them when I went into labor. His mom was like "we'd be six hours away! We'd miss it!" Um, got news for ya, folks, you ain't seeing it anyway!!!!! There will be two people in the delivery room that do not have medical degrees: myself and my husband. That is IT. Not his parents. Not my parents. No friends, no siblings, no ANYONE. (Unless I go into labor when hubby is out of town, and then one of my SILs will be with me until he gets there.) His parents took it pretty well, but it amused me that they even presumed they'd be in there. (It actually makes sense in a way. They DID stay with my SIL, whose husband slept the one time and was eating breakfast the other. I don't like my SIL's husband. At all. And SIL wanted them there.) I also refuse to breastfeed in front of my father-in-law and stepfather. Yes, breastfeeding is natural and all that. But I really don't feel like whipping out my boob in front of them, y'know????? Heck with their comfort, I'm worried about mine! ICK. But I want to be alone (or with hubby) for that first feeding. I don't need people watching me.
I actually didn't want to call either set of parents until the baby was actually born. I still don't, to be honest. I mean, my one cousin had a 25 hour labor. What if I'm the same? That's a long time for people to be waiting and wondering and worrying. And I flat-out refuse to let hubby tell them if I need a Caeserian. My father-in-law overreacts. It doesn't matter that 1/3 of all births are by C-section and it's one of the most common forms of major surgury in the world today- he'll be picking out matching caskets for me and the baby.
I know what's going to happen when hubby tells his parents that I'm in labor. They'll come down to the hospital and wait and worry that something is going to go wrong. That day, I won't give a shit. But when I think about it now, it annoys me, because I'd rather they just wait at home and relax a bit. Being excited and maybe a bit worried is fine. But be comfortable! But hubby insists, because he says they'd never forgive him if something bad DID happen and they didn't know from the beginning. The fact of the matter is it's not just my kid and my birthing process- it's his too- and he's completely respectful (and in agreement) with my wishes that I only want him there when the baby is born, until I'm cleaned up. And really, if his parents sit and worry and home or sit and worry in the hospital doesn't affect me- it just affects them. So it's not worth fighting him on that subject at all. Oh well. When their butts are sore because I've been in labor for seven hours, that's their problem!
Anyway, aside from that dinner went well. Father-in-law didn't choke. Last time, I served London broil steaks and he choked. This is the second time he's eaten steak around me, and the second time he choked. I said it was gonna be pasta next time. I don't know if he thought I was joking! (But the fact is, I'm very proud of my baked ziti recipe anyway, and it's extremely easy to serve to guests. So baked ziti is what they got!) The only funny thing: hubby and I are having Barry and his girlfriend over. I'd planned a menu already: pork tenderloin with bourbon-brown sugar marinade, twice-baked potatoes with bleu cheese and bacon, Italian green beans, and salad with frizzled proscuitto and goat cheese. (And chocolate pots de creme for dessert.) Last night I asked him if there's anything she can't or won't eat... and he reminded me she's Jewish.
Ooops.
Looks like I might be trying a rib roast recipe after all! :)
Question for Shoebox fans: I was over on the Wolfstar thread on FAP, and opened the Shoebox can of worms. (I.e., I said I'm not a huge fan. I don't think it's a worthless pile of claptrap- it just doesn't work for me, which is no biggie. I'm not toting signs that shout "Down with Shoebox!") But I've never read it all the way through- just bits and pieces. However, I have noticed that certain characterizations get used throughout fandom, and some of them (Fabian Prewett being gay, for example) are at least featured in Shoebox. Someone mentioned that Alphard being either gay or a werewolf is from Shoebox. The gay thing- well, it's more common to meet a gay Uncle Alphard than a straight one, sure. But is Alphard a werewolf in SBP? I've never heard it mentioned before. (I assume the poster just got it mixed up, because I was pretty sure I did the first major Alphard-as-a-werewolf, but I could be wrong.)
In-laws were over for dinner last night, and it didn't turn into quite the disaster scene I expected. Hubby and Barry approached the Christmas subject, but they backed off earlier than I thought they would. We'll see what happens. I need to broach the subject with them myself. My mom wants to skip a Christmas exchange with them this year. Not only does she not want them to spend the money, but she never knows what to get them. Plus- and this is serious and the big argument I plan on using- she and her hubby are moving this year into an apartment. They need to get rid of stuff. They really don't want to accumulate any more. And neither of them eat sweets much. So hopefully in-laws will respect that part of their request!
It was entertaining, though. Hubby asked what they're doing this year for Thanksgiving. My other BIL and his wife and kids go down to Williamsburg, and hubby asked if they'd go this year. Not terribly surprisingly, they weren't sure, because they want to be around when the baby is born. Hubby said he'd call them when I went into labor. His mom was like "we'd be six hours away! We'd miss it!" Um, got news for ya, folks, you ain't seeing it anyway!!!!! There will be two people in the delivery room that do not have medical degrees: myself and my husband. That is IT. Not his parents. Not my parents. No friends, no siblings, no ANYONE. (Unless I go into labor when hubby is out of town, and then one of my SILs will be with me until he gets there.) His parents took it pretty well, but it amused me that they even presumed they'd be in there. (It actually makes sense in a way. They DID stay with my SIL, whose husband slept the one time and was eating breakfast the other. I don't like my SIL's husband. At all. And SIL wanted them there.) I also refuse to breastfeed in front of my father-in-law and stepfather. Yes, breastfeeding is natural and all that. But I really don't feel like whipping out my boob in front of them, y'know????? Heck with their comfort, I'm worried about mine! ICK. But I want to be alone (or with hubby) for that first feeding. I don't need people watching me.
I actually didn't want to call either set of parents until the baby was actually born. I still don't, to be honest. I mean, my one cousin had a 25 hour labor. What if I'm the same? That's a long time for people to be waiting and wondering and worrying. And I flat-out refuse to let hubby tell them if I need a Caeserian. My father-in-law overreacts. It doesn't matter that 1/3 of all births are by C-section and it's one of the most common forms of major surgury in the world today- he'll be picking out matching caskets for me and the baby.
I know what's going to happen when hubby tells his parents that I'm in labor. They'll come down to the hospital and wait and worry that something is going to go wrong. That day, I won't give a shit. But when I think about it now, it annoys me, because I'd rather they just wait at home and relax a bit. Being excited and maybe a bit worried is fine. But be comfortable! But hubby insists, because he says they'd never forgive him if something bad DID happen and they didn't know from the beginning. The fact of the matter is it's not just my kid and my birthing process- it's his too- and he's completely respectful (and in agreement) with my wishes that I only want him there when the baby is born, until I'm cleaned up. And really, if his parents sit and worry and home or sit and worry in the hospital doesn't affect me- it just affects them. So it's not worth fighting him on that subject at all. Oh well. When their butts are sore because I've been in labor for seven hours, that's their problem!
Anyway, aside from that dinner went well. Father-in-law didn't choke. Last time, I served London broil steaks and he choked. This is the second time he's eaten steak around me, and the second time he choked. I said it was gonna be pasta next time. I don't know if he thought I was joking! (But the fact is, I'm very proud of my baked ziti recipe anyway, and it's extremely easy to serve to guests. So baked ziti is what they got!) The only funny thing: hubby and I are having Barry and his girlfriend over. I'd planned a menu already: pork tenderloin with bourbon-brown sugar marinade, twice-baked potatoes with bleu cheese and bacon, Italian green beans, and salad with frizzled proscuitto and goat cheese. (And chocolate pots de creme for dessert.) Last night I asked him if there's anything she can't or won't eat... and he reminded me she's Jewish.
Ooops.
Looks like I might be trying a rib roast recipe after all! :)
