We are finally on to Saturday or what I am sure my mother called - "The Invasion". My brother, his wife, and their two girls, my sister and her daughter, my two dogs, Bubba, Dad and Mom. We left the Partridge in a Pear Tree outside - we ran out of living room.
Sis and Niece M are already here, Brother and the remainder of the invading force arrived in time for lunch - Nana's turkey leftovers... my one and only turkey sandwich of the season of overdoing it. It's all good. So after that first feeding the troops are calm and happy... we have games being played on the computer, game systems, and my brother reliving his childhood, with his Lego's... which my mother pointed out later that he doesn't take to his house - doesn't trust his two little darlings to tend to his toys. The boy - as they say - ain't stupid. Of course yours truly is chained to the computer with one niece or another, fixing right mouse clicks from little fingers or finding the game or the right child approved web site - and general tech support - I broke open a book because frankly after the first two times seeing Dora, Diego and what every Puff -Lump-Doodle thing dance across a screen after the letter, number, ball or whatever it is starts to lose it's appeal if you're over the age of say - 5. Trust me.
We enjoy that afternoon, chat chat, play play then.... once again it is time to eat. This time it is the annual chicken wings and beer fiesta de Ing-family. I will say as we have gotten older, the dozens have decreased, the beer has also taken a slide down, and the noise level has increased. But I think we're blaming the kids on that one... yeah let's go with that. I enjoyed watching my niece M turn everything her mother said into a lie, "she won't eat a hamburger" and then she proceeded to eat half of her cousin's "she doesn't like french fries" and proceeded to enjoy one after the other. Likewise Niece Z ate one chicken wing she claimed she didn't like and completely ignored the hamburger that was ordered for her... ah well. Aren't kids fun?
Now I will say the true bonus of the night was brought to you by my sister and my brother. First we all pile into Pap's new car - and I won't waste the electrons documenting just HOW pleased Nana is with this purchase (second new car in 2 years... don't ask) ANY way... this 'truck' happily seats 5 adults and 1 four year old. Just down the street from Nana and Pap's my sister quips, "I really like your new mini van Pap." To which all females bit their lips, and Pap hits the breaks and affectionately tells my sister to "get out". Since she (and we laughed) we kept going. Fast forward to 3.2 miles down the road (and yes I was keeping track why do you ask?) we are at the stop light (1 of 2 on our journey to Chicken Wing Land) and the nano-second the light turns green the mini van behind our mini van lays on the horn... of course it is my brother but my darling father did not realize this and muttered "what was that - a micro second?" It was then we informed dear pap of the driver behind him... (his son).
When repeating this story during the fried-food-fest and my father's comment my brother laughed so hard I honestly thought he was going to fall out of his chair... or at least have beer squirt out his nose... hard to tell which would be more fun--- but that's just me!
We get home from fried-food-fest and to give the grease ample time to harden every internal organ we have we sit, talk, the girls play LOUDLY. The dogs are watching the small ones with one eye open and other eye closed in a desperate attempt to look like they are sleeping. My girls are getting old - they can't take all this excitement.
Sadly, brother and crew must pack up and head home, so hugs and kisses all around, and the noise level drops from jet engine to dinner conversation. Niece M settles in with Mom and a movie, Bubba with a hockey game and we all sit and begin to 1) pound the tums like tic-tacks and 2) feel another organ start to seize up with deep fried goodness and 3) begin to watch the inside of our eyelids - checking for pin holes don't you know...
My darling Bubba points out to my sister that Niece M watches movies like her Aunt (me) i.e. sound asleep, Sis and M head up stairs, soon followed by Nana, Pap, and the entire 'Ing' crew... I know I am faced with the dreaded up to freaking early - but I don't want to sit in Home-from-Thanksgiving traffic any more than Bubba so I pack up my stuff Saturday night. What I didn't plan for was the 4:30 AM wake up call by Violet's -- well let's call it digestive distress... Nana got happy with the turkey parts in the puppy food and the old gal's delicate system just couldn't take it... so up and moving in BIG old hurry, get dog outside, to which she peppered the back yard with either more 'distress' or 'air-distress' (aka farts) we clean up dog bed, carpets spots in our room and the hall way and finally we decide - screw it we're up; we're moving let's pack it up and head South.
We did - needless to state it was us, the chickens, 3 trucks and a PA state police car every 3 miles. It kept the flying altitude a lower than usual... We decided to stop for coffee and a sandwich... BIG mistake. The "employee" which frankly is the nicest thing I say about the man who took the better part of 40 minutes to slap eggs, bacon and cheese on a bagel, twice. And this is one of those fast-foodie type places called Sheetz... wouldn't have been as bad - but after that wait... my sandwich was ICE COLD. I did rehot my coffee on them... Also needless to mention the actions of said dufus - I mean employee - was all my fault in the world of Bubba. How my decision to want a cup of coffee and the need for my car to have gas equates to Senor Tard-o's inability to make a "quick" breakfast sandwich in a "quick serv" food establishment being ALL my fault I have yet to figure out. But going with the twisted upside down logic of the Bubba family I'm sure having understaffed and untrained employees is certainly my fault. And didn't I email the company when I got home... again a wait - well stuff happens - ICE COLD well dag nabbit that was just rude on top of it.
ANY-way we made it home, one piece, got the pups tended, Bubba mowed the lawn I putzed, blogged, went to the grocery store, and a number of other errands.. didn't get my car washed through. Came home made chili for dinner, went next door, sang happy birthday, had cake, came home watched the Steelers toy with winning (and finally decided to actually DO it) and went to bed about halftime... 4:30 in the AM is super early boys and girls trust me on this one.
Monday was a work day... and we'll get to this week's foolishness later.
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