Pecan Pie

Social Anxiety from the South

Merry Christmas

I love Criminal Minds.

And no, that doesn’t have anything to do with anything.


Yesterday, The Boyfriend and I loaded up his boys and trekked out to my folks’ house for the annual Christmas get together.  This was the first year I brought Jim and the kids.  I changed my clothes five different times.

My Dad and Step-mother are awesome people.  They are self-made, upper middle class, and the picture of the American dream in every way you can think of.  They have a beautiful home, my dad is a self-employed engineer (without a college education, I might add) and my step-mother is super successful in the field of high risk insurance (high risk=million dollar policies), a field dominated by men, all while they have raised this amazing child, well, young woman, who is my baby sister.

They are the couple I have always revered as the best example of marriage.


They have paid for my mistakes over and over.  Provided me tuition, rent, a house, bills, cars.

For Christmas, my dad bought me a new set of tires.  Then they told me that they are going to give me a year’s lease in a townhouse they own while I complete my graduate degree.

I am not anything like them.

I am unconcerned most of the time about money, as far as having a lot of it goes.  I’m terrible with a checking account; I have no interest in working a job that simply pays the bills (much to their continued dismay.)

I feel wholly inadequate around them while simultaneously feeling nothing but grateful because they have always done so much for me.

I changed my clothes five times.

On the way, we needed to stop at Wal-greens so I could get some cough drops for this horrendous laryngitis.  I walked quickly to the back of the store towards the ladies’ room when a tall, African-American young woman stopped me and said, “I am just loving it, the whole outfit.”

I wasn’t quite as nervous as I usually am.  I tried really hard not to ride the kids about their behavior.

I wish I could tell that woman how important it was to hear that from a stranger.


I hope you all have a wonderful holiday, whichever one you’re celebrating. We’re gonna have Christmas, if that’s okay with y’all.


Written by thelittlepecan

December 25, 2010 at 12:09 am

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  1. I forgot to charge my camera, Gen. Have to see if my awesome step-mom sends me any.

    I wore a red and gold top with a key hole in the front with black leggings and over the knee riding boots and a red cardigan with sparklies.

    Merry Christmas, Geny. I lurve you.


    December 25, 2010 at 12:41 am

    • She looked several flavors of hawt.


      December 25, 2010 at 10:25 am

  2. and, umm… pictchoors?! I want to see the outfit!


    December 25, 2010 at 12:27 am

  3. Merry Christmas, Alana!! little hearts!!


    December 25, 2010 at 12:26 am

  4. What DID you wear by the way?


    December 25, 2010 at 12:24 am

  5. I am sure you looked lovely 🙂


    December 25, 2010 at 12:24 am

  6. Merry Christmas. : ) My inlaws are similar. They are beautiful people, they have a good strong marriage, they’re just about perfect in every way and not at all annoying about it. And they are so generous and kind to us. For a very imperfect, rough around the edges girl like me, it can be anxiety producing to meet with them.

    Again, have a wonderful Christmas!


    December 25, 2010 at 12:23 am

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