First the therapy because on this issue I have turned into my mother - chew on it until the flavor is gone and stick it in my hair (see Ya-Ya Sisterhood movie for that reference) ... anyway... Sunday morning... my brother has to be hung over and he gets his undies in a bunch because I made a noise when the TV came on. He shouts at me that I should stop making assumptions they have to turn the TV on to get the DVD out ... I didn't say a word because - well I did make the noise, and two it wasn't worth the argument - and mostly they ain't my kids - as was pointed out to me the previous evening. Apparently dear brother and his lovely wife got their collective knickers in a twist because frankly I hadn't seen them move that fast -- ever. I'm sorry that your wife washes dishes in cold water with no soap and I'm sorry if she got her tender misguided feelings hurt when I introduced said hot water and soap to the breakfast dishes so that we didn't have to waste more water washing them again so they were clean and not slime covered. Sue me. I was ticked at dear brother when he said he would stick around and help clean up so my parents didn't have the entire mess to handle themselves... he did not. Now Mom did say they helped and what was left was easier with fewer bodies about... yeah ok fine but I felt guilty leaving this big mess - did he? He had a 2 hour ride home - I had a 6 hour ride home... what was the freaking fire to leave already? You're ticked at me? Fine - find the jar your wife hid, containing your spinal column and your personal stones and tell me so - sober. Otherwise leave your waded panties up there and deal. It's camp, I didn't want to hear your daughter's ipod with her new speakers by the camp fire take that crap inside, it was drowning out the conversation - so much so when I finally got your wife's attention to turn the darn thing down I WAS snippy. I was nice to your children when they had that noise maker, I took them walking with dogs and to the water while you stayed put - I made sure your dumb ass dog didn't run 2 miles down the road and get hit by a car... WHY did you leave such a smudge on a really great weekend? Why can't you man up and talk to me? Why did I say any-freaking-thing when the darn TV came on?
That last one sticks in the craw you know?
But let's turn on the way way back machine to Friday morning... it all started so well... with the exception of Bubba-dorkus thinking he would mow the lawn at 6:30 in the AM when the alarm went off... seriously pumpkin? We slept in a bit later (1 whole hour) then got moving, he to the lawn, me to kitchen, pack, dogs, showering, food, lists, and of course forgetting the air mattress blower-upper and my sisters beach chairs - which ended up working out anyway... but I'm getting ahead of myself. Back to Friday.
Got things tended, I even fed Bubba and myself, we headed out, talked to the folks there was jokes there was fun we were on our way.... we stopped finally close to camp, I had to pee, we grabbed a quick lunch and of course Bubba being Bubba got a bean burrito that then proceeded to explode all over the place and yes -- it was somehow MY fault this occurred. Don't ask me how -- I offered to drive, I had eaten my more neat chicken burrito that didn't explode in a gloppy mess all over the place... but I digress. We had a discussion of gas stations got stuck behind one guy gassing his BOAT - moved on found the "sheetz" he was looking for which wasn't a sheetz but close enough - then we get back on the road and it's pokey patty!! THIS is why I read when Bubba drives on these trips, he weaves between the divots between the lanes and the vibrator things on the burm of the road -- so for the better part of 6 hours you get thumpa-thumpa-thumpa and buzzzz-buzzzz-buzzzz ---thumpa-thumpa-thumpa and buzzzz-buzzzz-buzzzz -- you get the idea. None of which allows for peaceful contemplation or puppy sleepy zen. He says I exaggerated it; no I don't think so dear... but then again ;-)
ANY way... we get there and ... no one is home! Yeesh but then I get worried because I was raised by Nana - and stuff was out - food chairs etc. So I called around finally called my sister she had heard nothing so I figured all clear plus Bubba noted all water toting things had been taken so I could just chill out.. I did. Unpacked, relaxed grabbed a fermented beverage and as soon as I sat down... didn't he parents pull in.
Of course everyone had to mention "at least you had a key!" That was 3 years ago you'd think someone would forget - but then again this is my family and well we don't forget the good ones - and that was a good one. I claim low iron... and I'm sticking too it.
Dinner Friday was the four of us, Bubba, me Mom and Dad. Bubba and I left to get ice cream and didn't sister S and niece M pull in - we enjoy a bit later with worried Nana brother and his family pull in - we enjoy we get beds and sleeping arrangements done - and well into the night we all tuck in for a mostly restful night.
Saturday morning, sister gets up and disappears to teach her class only to then show up literally as dinner was being served! We did learn later she was packing for her trip to the beach - and I'm betting money there was a nap in there somewhere. ;-) She's not fooling me! But around the table enjoying Nana's low country boil was...Mom, Dad, Bubba and Aunt Ing (remember they aren't my kids) Sister, daughter and husband, brother, daughters and wife, adopted brother, gal pal, and their daughters plus 4 dogs (and a partridge in a pear tree).
Now thankfully Mikey and company arrived Saturday morning and stayed Saturday night - My sister arrived Friday night and left Saturday post dinner ish to head to her vacation in NC. She actually stopped at my house late into the night from camp then continued on her way the next morning - with a phone call of course. Hey! Where is that good bagel place from your house? Directions were given all was well...
Low Country Boil was a big hit - we ate and ate until we couldn't ate no more... ouch. There was also a fair amount of drinking - except for Bubba... allow me to wander off on this bit of cranky....
Bubba has a medical issue and beer is a no-no. Ok fine we do a liquor run I get what I think is a non-malt based drink for his highness -- it is not a non-malt based drink. Needless to say Bubba is cranky I offer to go and get - I tell him to go and get - my father and mother offer to go and get - he declines all offers and remains cranky. (big surprise to regular readers I know) So either solve the problem - accept the multiple offers to solve the problem - or shut up about it!! Yeesh. Yes I made the mistake I made multiple offers to fix said problem when you stick your thumb up your bum grump--- deal because you can rotate for all I care at this point.
I drank - a lot - but there was no way to keep up with my brother-- cripes I would have been sick and sick and beyond hung the next day... no thank you! Which probably explains cracks in the night and grump in the morning... yeah I have purged and now letting go - which I'm sure his wife won't -- and she will find a way to screw up a major holiday. :-D
Sunday was breakfast, pack, clean previously documented grumpiness and home. I drove it was good I pull over for gas and potty break and the bottom falls out rain! thunder! lightening! wet dogs! Unhappy Bubba! We had it all - of course we get on the PA turnpike and there is traffic!! which of course makes Bubba oh so happy... but once we got around the famous Breezewood and it's 1 light from heck - it was all good -- mostly until we hit Maryland. We got home within the 6 hours, I went to the grocery store for dinner supplies started laundry and died.
Monday we got up and went to work - we needed the break.
I had a girls meeting - hit Wal-Mart, the grocery store, planned the meeting, tended to the dogs, had the meeting, came home, grabbed some dinner with cranky Bubba because he had to move something around in the fridge to get to what he wanted... literally. I also fixed that problem which involved me wrapping up meat products and putting them in the freezer and wow - look room some - but you still have to move the milk to get the mayo... deal with it!!
And now it is Tuesday, working late so I don't take any vacation time for last Friday... and planning dinner for tonight and wondering if it's possible to get anything else done tonight. Maybe... ;-)
OH!!! Goodness I almost left out the biggest news! Mikey asked his gal pal at our camp to marry him!!! We woke everyone above the age of 15 to share the news!! there was laughter there were tears and there were drinking and camp fire and happiness. All the old married recalled romance long ago - and the cuddle bugs enjoyed all that new-ness... *sigh*
Where can one get that newness without leaving the trained one you got already - after all you put 20 plus years into a project you know all it's goofy buttons - why oh why would anyone want to start all over again? Just asking is all... but then he good for the anniversary bling! :-)
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