You really need to stop dropping weight... Just conferenced w/Dear 'ol Dad. Also, Kick the MF'er to the curb! Throw his things on the front lawn!
J/K
Hope it all turns out okay w/your H picking up his things. It may be closure, even if temporarily!
Ha! It's windy here today, and I've almost blown away at least half a dozen times.
When I came home this afternoon, I noticed the neighbors who live two doors down are setting up for a Saturday yard sale. If my father were to stop by right now, he'd be trying to drag some of H's things over to their driveway.
H hasn't been at all this week to pack or move. I have said nothing and asked nothing. I'm so pleasant that it's almost criminal.
Have to go now. Time for me to have a snack--bird seed and sugar water.
I thought I dreamed all that. Oh. My. Gosh. It was real.
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Read your IC breathing exercises. I might need them. You're a gem.
I can't take credit. Perfect, devoted IC is a gem.
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"And, they're coming to a town near you..." Can't wait to get this Vandy lead qualified!
We should take our show on the road. We'd be a hit.
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HUGS! HUGS to DAD, too!
Right back at ya! Have a wonderful and relaxing Friday night. It's been a hot day here (not humid, though), but I bet tonight will be pleasant. I hope the weather is nice there for you. Is it hot where you are?
EXCELLENT WEEKEND! This could have been the greatest GAL yet.
Friday night: *sophisticated evening with friends at chic, dark restaurant *lovely red wine and excellent filet mignon *much laughter and silliness (sophisticated silliness, of course)
Saturday morning: Attended laughter yoga. Strange but not unpleasant. Summary of laughter yoga experience-- *took best friend with me (white best friend, not black best friend. Black best friend too sassy to take to any kind of yoga) *wondered what I had gotten myself into when "laughter leader" (yes, she's called that) had us introduce ourselves and do a silly gesture. Others had to imitate your gesture in greeting you *got warmed up by clapping, dancing around, and saying, "Ho ho, ha ha ha"; all participants asked to maintain eye contact to foster sense of community *first activity--pretend you have a peacock feather. Go around and pretend-tickle others. Let others pretend-tickle you. Laugh as you tickle and are tickled *other activities--tell someone a joke but only speak gibberish; pretend you are a bird at the beach and run from the tide as it comes in, laughing as you run; pretend you are a winged creature who laughs as s/he flaps wings; pretend you are royalty in a parade, and laugh haughtily as you wave *MOST VALUABLE PART--deep breathing exercises that came near the end. Excellent for my needs. *Can't believe I did this. Really can't believe I plan to go back. I was on a laughter high for several hours after leaving. I found everything funny. Black best friend said not to ever expect her to go, based on what I told her. White best friend making plans for a sitter so that she doesn't miss the next one.
Saturday afternoon: *pedicure and Chelsea Handler book *Target trip *quality time with iPod and lawnmower
Saturday night: Party with friends. Another friend got his doctorate and had a party to celebrate. Live band, food, open bar. Outstanding. *visited with old friends from school (like from kindergarten through high school) *had rear end slapped nearly a half-dozen times (neutral feelings about this, for now) *danced; was asked by black best friend to stop *spent some time with my friends--the hot cops *had someone say, "I've always wanted to steal you away from [H]. Is he here tonight?" *took plenty of pictures to preserve debauchery forever
Sunday: *woke up after 10+ hours *more yard work *talked to father on the phone (requires a totally separate post) *talked to grandmother on the phone (also requires a totally separate post) *visited mother's grave *dropped off Mother's Day gift for MIL *ate burger, fries, and milkshake for dinner *enjoyed quiet evening with Boxer dog
Talked to father on the phone yesterday to wish him a happy mother's day. I also wanted to find out about plans to take grandmother out to dinner.
Summary of father-daughter communication:
*80-year-old grandmother uninterested in going to dinner to celebrate MOTHER'S DAY. More interested in hanging out with boyfriend. Father stunned that we'd been cast aside for obnoxious boyfriend. *father asked if I'd heard from H. I told him that we'd texted a few times this week (largely helpful texts initiated by H) but that he had not been back for boxes or to pack more. Father uses H's name like it's a swear word or horribly offensive term. *father asked, "What's wrong with him?" Have learned from experience that this is not an information-seeking question, so didn't provide an answer. *father said, "Why don't you get on the phone and call his MAMA? Tell her how he's been actin'? HUH?" ["MAMA" emphasized in an almost sing-song way and spoken at a greater volume. Additionally, he uses "HUH" if I haven't answered a question quickly enough (e.g., within 1 second of the end of his question).] *father asked, "You reckon he might want a divorce?" Ummm. Not sure how father has missed this little detail. *father asked, "When's it gonna rain again? Put his $h!+ outside! Tell him to COME ON!!" *father said, "You know he's been gone almost 5 months now." Father obviously still under the impression that I am either unable to read a calendar or have no concept of time.
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Grandmother-granddaughter communication:
*called grandmother to wish her a happy mother's day. She promptly told me how busy she was. *told her that I understood we'd be having dinner for mother's day next weekend. She sighed a loooooooong sigh and said, "Yeah, I reckon." *told her that I had done some yard work this weekend. She responded, "YOU DID???" My doing yard work is nothing new, by the way. Don't know why she found this so shocking. She probably thought I gave it up after my dreadful thumb-wound incident from Easter. *grandmother told me she had to go. She was spending the night at boyfriend's house and needed to get going. Nice.
I need to begin to prepare myself now for next weekend's dinner with loving family, especially if grandmother's boyfriend and lunatic uncle choose to attend.
