Let me see if we can sum up the weekend....leaving, fight, home, grumbling, fun, food, travel, food, food, fun, food, sick pup at 0430, bigger grumble on way home, and home again. So there you go.
Oh yeah and some shopping. How was your weekend? :-)
Yeah yeah, details - details...
So firing up the way back machine, mainly because I really didn't take or make the time to post while we were home, let's start with Tuesday. Up and moving, our finance guy was due we chatted, had bagels and discovered that yes- in spite of all best efforts I will be working until I am 80. And Bubba will think I still spend too much money... until the day I die - or I kill him which ever comes first. (and side betting is not encouraged! - why add gas to an already burning fire - really people) after that we got things moving I made a nail appointment, as I wasn't going home with a missing pinkie nail, and polish that had seen better days... so I stupidly told Bubba I'd be back in a hour, it was 1:40 with dry time, trip to the pharmacy to pick up my drugs, then a pop by the lodge because Mr. Efficient who had been there that afternoon, forgot to pick up the key he left for the Bug guy while he was there... fine I dropped off clean towels and moved about my day. According to my calculations I was still ahead of schedule... and we were until Mr. Movement has to have one before we leave - like every time we have to get on an airplane...then he looks at the bills - which I admittedly had not, he has a Major Crankypants fit, so instead of grabbing the bills and doing them from Nana's - after all a computer is a computer, I had to boot up mine, do the bills, double and triple check myself because Major Crankypants was ranting and raving and interrupting and aren't I glad I did?? As I did miss one thing and screwed up a bit of math... but that is all MY fault as his shouting numbers and insults and all the rest... ANYway - we got that done and headed North - in the rain and the yuck and now of course it was early rush hour... like 2:45 and things were already backed up of course our hero Major Crankypants had to have another full on fit as this was all my fault.. - the logic would have been to leave and do bills post arrival there by putting you 30 minutes ahead of this mess... but no heaven forbid parental units have a clue you earn a paycheck... whatever. Other than fog, rain and yuck it was an uneventful trip to Nana's. And of course she had dinner ready... gotta love Nana's!
Wednesday we basically decompressed, Pap headed out to to his thing, we putzed until Pap came home then we went to Sam's Club and Wal-mart, right next to each other but frankly it wasn't as nuts as I thought it was going to be... so bonus. Bubba got his father the printer he wanted... after much debate, hem, haw, haw, hem, we finally go to check out rings up the wrong price, rather than suck up a line at the mart - we cancelled when back to electronics and of course had to wait again but this time we had the shelf tag! Finally after getting through all that tap dance, Bubba and Nana went back to Sams got my Kindle - but then discovered later that night it wasn't the one I wanted, so poor Nana on Black Friday had to face Sam's again to return it... thankfully she didn't say much about it... I may hear about it later...
OH!!! Speaking of later... how could I have missed the big news of Tuesday night?! I walk into Nana's house, thankfully Major Crankypants had a field demotion to just grumpy Bubba so we're groovy walk into my mother's house and get - "Why do you have an attitude about your Uncle?" Now as any mostly normal person would do you stop and look at the expression on your parents' faces as there could be a joke you're missing and for 3 seconds they looked dead serious. But then it registered it was my Uncle, my mother's brother who lives in Florida and frankly on a good day - he would be hard pressed to pick me out of a line up. Finally (again 3 whole seconds) my father's face cracks... WTH? Apparently my uncle called my mother, asked her what my issue with him was, as at my grandfather (his father's) funeral 11 YEARS ago I pushed him on a shoulder. Knowing me and him, perhaps I was hoping he wasn't steady on his feet and I was hoping he would have tumbled in with him? Frankly that would have been more at his mother's funeral years early than his father's. Also keep in mind that he was at my mother's house for Christmas last year... we gave gifts exchanged pleasantries - I'm pleasant! I smiled at the son-of-a-bitch at the Piggly Wiggly before I could help myself! (Quoting Steel Magnolia's again - more on that later)
So yes, there I stood in my mother's house racking my brain to figure out what the heck any of these people were speaking about... my Uncle who took a break from examining the belly lint accumulation of the week, remembered back 11 years ago Savannah, Georgia I poked him in the back at his father's funeral. Let that sink in, I'll wait. Yes, he called my mother to ask what was wrong with me because I poked him - Son - you obviously don't have enough to keep your mind occupied if you're having to troll the depths for this level of stupid. Crack a book for Pete's sake. Happy Freaking Thanksgiving. I was beginning to worry about my weekend.
Thankfully things did have an upward trend, we went out Wednesday night and enjoyed the Yinzer special known as the 'fish Sandwich'. Now the fun part was trying to convince my husband we were going where he did want to go. There are two local places, one across the river which is owned by a friend of my father's the other up a road a piece. Bubba had them all confused, so finally when he received his fish sandwich and bit in, he proclaimed, yes this is the one. Yes darling - WE knew that all along - you on the other hand must be beaten about the head and shoulders in order to see the neon flashing light before you. Details man, he is my details man.
Thursday - Happy Turkey Day started slow and mellow, Pap was still feeling poopy but we all bundled up and headed out. Nana and Pap to the Brother and 2 grand daughter's show - me and Bubba to Casa-de-Sis-in-law or in Bubba's case Casa- de-Sister.
We arrived just after his parents did, hug, hug kiss, kiss, and Bubba disappears down stairs playing pool with the boys and here I am in the kitchen with the gals - and of course they are talking about people I don't know, in contexts I don't have so I hang out and say little. I also figure this will keep me out of trouble. Also didn't get any good gossip this trip either... not enough alone time with the mum-in-law. Dinner was nice, buffet style from pots and pans, and I got to play with the 6 month old all afternoon. The middle great-niece didn't want anything to do with Bubba and there was more than one mention of "we never see him anymore" that is why she doesn't know him.... and apparently that is my fault too... see post previous regarding date selections, my dogs, their houses, and travel times. Again in an uncharacteristic amount of restraint I said nothing, which would also probably account for the extra 12 pounds I packed on this weekend.... harder to say something without your filter when your pie-hole is stuffed with - well - pie.
All in all a good day, got to play with babies and little kids, see my in-laws in action, and hopefully Bubba enjoyed some family time too. Part II coming up, I've got to run to the store, and get some things done... we still have Friday shopping, interesting observations regarding children, my side of the family craziness and oh yeah the traditional wings and beer night. And did I mention Dad's new mini-van?
Dammit - it's not a mini-van it's a cross over, the seats fold done and it hauls lumber. Yeesh - OK Dad. Whatever. Take some NyQuil and pass out already.
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