Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Family tree full of nuts.

A rollercoaster of a weekend: some parts awesome; some parts awful. It started off a little rough, got really good, then when I got home on Sunday night my mom called. She delivered some very sad family news. I'm okay; what really hurts is not being there for my family. That's all I really want to put out there. I'm done talking/thinking about it.
And I make no excuses for the picture to the right... I stumbled upon it while searching for rollercoaster pictures and HAD HAD HAD to use it. Beavis & Butthead ALWAYS funny.

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Onward to other things... This coming Saturday, The Mister and I are headed to the beach. We will be meeting up with my brother (Bub), his two kids and my sister (Talent). Well... That's how it started out. Somehow, my dad, other sister and her boyfriend decided to come along as well. Good thing it's a big house!
It all started when my brother got our uncle's beach house for a week and then his wife couldn't get that week of vacation. Talent offered to go along and help out with the 2 kids. Then they asked me and The Mister. No problem; seems simple enough.
However, Dads decided to join in the fun and my OTHER sister thought, "Me, too!"
**BTW, yes, I have ANOTHER sister. She's 20, goes to college in Charleston, SC, and I didn't know she existed until two years ago. We'll call her BRIGHT, because she's smart and is studying theatre. But that's another blog, or three.**
Sooo, we will start out on Saturday with --ahem, let me get this straight: Me, The Mister, Bub, Talent, Dads, Bright, Bright's BF, and two lovely children. Whoosh! Then on Tuesday, The Mister, Bright, and Bright's BF all leave.
Dads can not be counted on to make plans. He was actually going to ride down with Bub, but decided he "can't be tied down like that" and is driving by himself. Dads wants to leave "sometime midweek; see which way the wind blows". Damn hippies. Even in their old age they're all over the place. It's no wonder I've got siblings popping up all over the country. He's going to drive me up the fucking wall. I love my dad to pieces, but he's a strange one.
Politics, golf, Ohio State Buckeye's and the Cleveland Browns -otherwise, don't bother. Once while I was working on a campaign and riding in his car we started fighting about something political. I finally shouted, "Why the hell do you keep saying THAT? I know you don't believe it!" He answered with a chuckle and "Well, you debate so well; nobody else will argue with me." For the love of baby jesus, this is a man who disagrees for the debate-factor. Dads is defensive, crotchety, stubborn and argumentative. Nuts falling out of trees everywhere. (Nobody wonders where I get it; everybody knows.)
That's when I will have to take a long walk alone with a piece of pizza.

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