Travel Day... was yesterday

And of course because darling Bubba was home I left later than I planned. So as I got closer to Mom's she's calling - where are you? Practice is at one... hurry hurry hurry... let me put it this way - its a darn good thing the PA State trooper just pulling on to the highway didn't make it chase, as I slowed DOWN and he graciously pulled on to the side of the road to to pull someone ELSE over. Thank you sir - of course after he pulled off - I hit the gas again... only to get behind Grandma Moses and her trucker son the last 7 miles before Mom's.

Got to Mom's unloaded the dogs the dog's stuff was oh-so-lovingly allowed 1 minutes for which to pee - then I shoved the dogs and stuff at Dad and raced into the car with Nana. Only to get there to be greeted by locked doors and old women standing around chatting, talking, whining, bitching - oh wait those last two were me.

So practice with the 'girls' OMG. Chaos - not even closely organized - although I tried. Having only seen this done once, and fairly new to it all - I REALLY need to practice and get it right but the lady who introduced herself as "in charge" would wonder away and the other 4 ladies who also fancied themselves as knowing what was going on were each in their own way clueless, helpless and frankly lost in their haze of old people meds and hairspray...

Side note - if you ever want to do hair in the throw backs of the mid-60's move back to Western PA - all these old lady poofs were making me want to go buy go-g0 boots and listen to the Rolling Stones - or maybe the Beatles - depends upon whether or not they shared the old lady drugs...

And tangoed over... now I in my desperate attempt to get this right and do things right - kept asking and asking and asking and while I got the answer to the questions I didn't ask - and kept getting the same answer to the question I didn't ask over and over and over again - I FINALLY go the answer to the question I did ask. Oh and did I mention that I hadn't had lunch - so I was running on diet coke and an egg mcmuffin and we were pushing 3:00 Pm - this doesn't make for happy Aunt Ing.

So finally I've almost got this figured out practice is over and the ladies have decided that in spite of the fact that the reception will have sandwiches, cold salads, all served on plastic plates - they simply must have REAL silverware and it must be wrapped in the napkins. Now my personal position is it's overkill for the lunch and as long as I don't have to wrap or wash any of it - go for it. Apparently this is some tick of of member of Mom's little golden girls coffee cletch she can't eat from plastic utensils - go for it toostie-pop you want to wash utensils knock yourself out.

On the other hand apparently this has been a major issue - Mom finally let it go...

Now today we went down and set things up Chief Nana in charge and her communications skills need some work... I'm going to sign off now because the niece is here and I want to play with her...