Monday, December 8, 2008

No Jinny, I still don't think I should have had ice cream

Grandma Jinny throws a girl Christmas lunch every year for my mom's side of the family. Now, this lunch is quite odd because technically the woman at the lunch are all of Jinny's ex-husbands family. My mom's side of the family is quite the dysfunctional mess that is better left for another day and a better blog post.

So, to make this story make sense, I will call my 2nd cousins my "aunts" and my 2nd cousins children my "cousins". Because really, I don't know technically what to call them.

During lunch my aunts start asking me about who I am dating. When I tell them I am on dating sabbatical, Jinny pipes in and says that I wouldn't be if I had just had ice cream for Berry Boy when he came over. Please read this post if you need further explanation. And Jinny was serious. Because throughout the 2 hour lunch, Jinny mentioned that I was in the wrong about the ice cream situation about 5 times. No lie. I had to remind Jinny that I would rather be single than be with a man that expected me to read his mind and do all the work. I still think she feels sorry for me.

The best part of the day was his conversation:

Aunt Liz: Oh, so much great stuff is going on. We have weddings and babies and new brides!
Cousin Annie (she's single): Yes, and then there is the rest of us
Aunt Leslie: Yes, and then there is the riff raft.

blank stare.

Don't you just LOVE family and the holidays?


Kim said...

I am glad that your fathers' side of the family is normal and not so dysfunctional, otherwise they would be next on your blog's public scrutiny.

Daybreaking Dickersons said...

Two things you need to work at: flirting WAY more and always have a fridge and freezer stocked with goodies.

chiggidy said...

riff raft, eh?

you could have corrected her and told her it's "riff raff." maybe that would make you feel a little better.

Jinny Snow said...

Guilty as charged.

Probably a generational difference.

How could I feel sorry for an elegant creature who can reach the top shelf without pulling out the kitchen drawers to stand on?

Courtney said...

I could have died when I read this. Don't you love family. My dad had this bottle of wine he had been saving for a special occasion (read engagement here). One random dinner he looked at me and said, "well, we are going to have that wine with dinner tonight, I'm afraid if we wait any longer to open it it will be bad." Thanks Dad. Love you too!

Rae said...

Blurker coming out of the shadows to say hello.
I found your blog through Courtnie Checketts' a while ago. Your stories crack me up. This one made me laugh out loud. I can definitely relate, being a (GASP!) 25 year old SINGLE LDS girl. Such the menace to society.
I love how completely honest you are, it's super refreshing.
Hope you don't mind if I continue to read along, and possibly comment from time to time.

Natalie said...

Jinny...i love you. You always crack me up with our "generational differences".

Rae... read all you want. Thanks for commenting.

Chiggidy...Let's not blame my aunt for the "riff raff" typo. I just can't spell.