Have you seen my marbles?
Okay, so its been a few weeks since my last update… you wouldn’t believe the amount of shit that has been bequeathed upon my shoulders… I know you all (Lauren. LOL) cant wait to hear my duldrum, so I will rattle on now about the shit that is going on. But to say I am about |-| this close to being certifiably insane right now, is so accurate…
So, G’pa died a few weeks ago, 2 ago yesterday, as a matter of fact. My Mom has 2 half sisters from him. In general they get a long fine, but there is this one sister that has decided to take over and be incharge of everything, which is pissing everyone else off. She is sneaky, and suspicious is a very bad way. G’pa didn’t have a lot of money, but he had more than she has, so we are trying to keep a close eye on her. My Mom is doing better, and even went to a quilters retreat this weekend. My Mom is a sewing fiend. That’s where I get it from. Only, she wins competitions and shit. She’s good. Okay, so anyway, we have it all settled, we are burying G’pa next Thurs, its just the family, small and discreet. He is going in the ground next to G’ma who died a few years before he did. He really couldn’t wait to see her again. Then in 2 weeks we will have the memorial. I plan on speaking at the memorial. I have been working on a poem for G’pa, but if you have any ideas, I would be open to hearing suggestions for inspirational sayings.
So, my brother calls me on Tuesday. He had surgery planned for Friday (tomorrow) for a hernia in his side. Well, apparently they found a bigger one in his stomach that is letting his organs try and escape his body. Well, funny how the docs don’t seem to like that very much… so, he is going in today for surgery. Well, with Mom outta town, he needs to be taken care of, so being one of the few sane and caring people in the family (of course my grandparents could have done it, but Gma would have worried herself sick, and G’pa would have driven the docs bonkers), I told him I would take care of it. Its on the other side of town, not exactly convenient, but that’s what I get for living in the country. Anyway, I have to leave work at 11, so I can get him by 12:30 and get to the hospital by 1. His surgery is at 3, and can take up to 6 hours. After that, we don’t know if we will go back to his house, or he will go to mine, so he isn’t alone… Mom is stressing, she would kill me if I left him alone. I am glad ER is home to take care of JR. I dunno what I would do without him there right now. B, my brother, is known for having more lives than a cat. I kid you not, that man has cheated death more times than I could count. He doesnt do too well under anesthesia. That’s the biggest worry. And there is the possibility that he wont come home tonight. If he does, I will let him chose if he wants to recover at my house, or if he wants to go to his. I brought stuff just in case.
This weekend is packed. My in-laws show up on Tuesday. We have a butt load of plants we have to put in the ground, cleaning and what not that has to be done before they get here. I have to finish the spare room so they have a place to stay. On Sat, we have a open house for a friend we are supposed to go to, and the UFC PPV is that night, and on Sunday there is a wakeboarding tourney that we need to help out at. I don’t mind, since there is some sick raffle prizes. We have been winning some bindings, lessons and what not. Its awesome, and I don’t mind. Good times on the boat, with friends, etc. ER took Sunday off at least, so we get the whole weekend to do things.
So, my inlaws come in on Tuesday. I love them to death, they are a ton of fun. Dad is one of those antsy types those. You better be ready 30 minutes before he is, or you risk the chance of getting left behind. It will be good for them to spend time with JR. They love him, and they are still getting to know them. Oh yea, there are some other friends of the family coming thru on Tuesday, so I said we would do dinner that night at our place. We have the room, so that’s nice, and it will be good. I just have to figure out what to make… oh, speaking of that, I guess I need to do a shopping list and find time for the store this weekend too.
Thursday we are having the burial for G’pa. He is going into a plot next to G’ma, and we are doing it just immediate family. I hope I can survive the day without busting my Aunt fat head open. Not that I would do that, but curse the woman who hurts my Momma. Don’t fuck with me when I am pissed off. Anyway, THEN, after that, on Friday, I am set up for an interview with the county. Its for an Auditor position. I tested for it a month ago, and scored in the 3rd rank. I wasn’t expecting much, but I got a call a few days ago. Its less money, but stead work, and a standard 40 hours a week. There are a lot of pros and cons and I am still trying to work thru them all, so I dunno if I would actually take the job. I hate to leave before the end of this year since the year end bonus should be pretty fucking sick this year. We have already made 5X what we made the last 2 years and we still have 1.5 months before elections. So there is plenty of room for more money. And some of that will go into the employees pockets, especially if we win. The boss is always happiest when we win. So, that’s on Friday morning. After that, I have deliveries all day in preparation for the wedding reception on Saturday. Yup, you guessed it. I have 50-75 people coming to my house next Saturday for a wedding reception. I have the food ordered, truffles ordered, instead of cake, tables and chairs, the wine, and ideas for a few diff things. I have the favors about 50% done. I know what I have going on, so I guess I can say that, but fuck, I feel like I am losing it.
The in laws will leave on Sunday, then life should go back to semi normal. The following weekend we have the funeral, and my friends are doing a girls boobs and booze day on Sunday. Taking the limo and doing wine tasting… which should be really interesting, considering I find out next weekend if I am pregnant or not. If I am, it should be interesting to explain why I am wine tasting, without the wine. I am known for being a partier, and I can never pass up good booze, and they all have seen me drink. They will surely know something is up, but I suppose I can just say my tummy is upset or something. They know about the funeral on Saturday, so I can play it off.
My God… pregnant… that brings up a whole other dump truck of emotions. Nah, I cant even think of that one right now. I don’t have time.
Well, I have 30 minutes before I want to leave, and about 6 more hours of work to do. I feel surprisingly better since I unloaded that. Its interesting how unloading in the diary makes it seem better. I never thought I would be the type to do that, make my dirty laundry public for all to see, but wonders never cease.
Have a ghetto-fabulous weekend all. Take a siesta for me, would ya? I haven’t been sleeping much lately.
