We live in a small town, and my mom grew up in a small town. She does those things that are sometimes stereotypical of small town people, like paying attention to what the neighbors are doing and wondering why someones van has been parked in front of someone else’s house for THREE days. Meanwhile, my husband works shift work and gets home at all sorts of strange hours around the clock. The other day I told my mom that he would be home at 6 am., and she said, “I wonder what your neighbors are thinking about all of his strange comings and goings!”
I don’t think it’s a good idea, when someone is mad at another person, to choose that moment to tell that person how you have always thought they were so much like that other person.
I just gave myself an anxiety attack. The benefit of having as much work flexibility as I have is that from time to time I can drop off the pant for a day with few to no consequences. On the flip side, I need to be prepared to make myself available at odd or unusual times. Anywa, I’ve been feeling deserving of a day off after my last heinous exam, so I dropped off Friday, also to put together the party for my husband’s thirtieth birthday party being held today. One of the benefits of a blackberry is even when you drop off you can still get emails about what is going on in the world in case you need to drop back in. However, it seems I missed quite a few emails there, and I missed some medium level messages that needed attending to yesterday. I don’t know whwt happened, and I just check my email now, Saturday night, and realized I didn’t resound to some important emails. On the flip side, I only work ten hours a weeks and can’t be expected to be available at the drop of a hat. Anyway, the take home message is not to check your email before you go to bed.
I started reading “Lies I Told My Children” by Karen McQuestion. There’s a chapter on the kinds of relatives you invite to holiday dinners. It’s pretty good. About 70% of my family is “the sports guy.” They all eat in front of the TV every holiday meal to watch the big game and loudly argue about any sport imaginable on earth. I think my husband and I may be “the dog person.” We always bring our dogs, which we have to keep tied to us because otherwise they’ll pee on something.
I agree with Karen that I wouldn’t want to celebrate a holiday without a single one of them. I love the memeories of family get togethers that could easily be on Everybody Loves Raymond.