So,
Although it is Thursday, it is my Friday since I am not coming in tomorrow. Mom asked if G or myself could take Dad for his oral surgery (I guess that is what you call it when they pull a bunch of teeth). I'm glad it's the weekend, I'm so tired. Tomorrow I have that to do in the morning, and in the afternoon I'll be cleaning my house and preparing to go to dinner and a baseball game (to all my blog friends, you'll notice I didn't put a team name in here, that is because I am trying to remain generic so that some dude doesn't start reading my blog and decide to locate me and my family {PARANOIA- self destroyer}). Anyway I'd ask that when you post you don't put things of a geographical nature, also last names and things of that nature. WTF? You feel like you are dealing with a really weird chic huh? SSSSSSsso, maybe some of your friends would like to visit and comment and be a part of this really fun blog?
Okay back to the weekend itinerary? is that spelled right? Anyway Sat. during the day Mark and Diana are coming to the house (hence the Fri. afternoon cleaning spree) and in the evening I'm taking the kids to Missy's for the girls' 1st birthday party. Of course the reunion is on Sunday (sometimes I don't even know why I go). Every year I vow to myself that I'm going to talk to some of the people I don't really know (you know, the family riff-raff). But invariably I end up talking to the pillars of the party. Aunt Nancy and her family, Aunt Bernice, Mom and Dad... funny. I end up avoiding those with long hair and bald heads (if they have both I mean) and too many tatoos (uh oh, Jeanne and Jer are in danger of being ignored on Sunday). But really what is the point of going if you don't like or socialize with anyone outside of your normal family? I think I only go for the kids. They will love it - with Aunt Bern's game and all... So, if I post on Monday I will probably have something more interesting to say.
Have a great weekend.
posted by Pepsiqueen! @ 8:00 AM
6 Comments:
Can't remember when I last went to the family picnic. For me, it's like if I went I would basically transform to a eunuch or at least back to a 17-year-old. No significant other, no home life anyone would want to hear about. I've shared over 8 years with someone special who happens to have a Y chromosome. Therefore outside our nuclear unit, maybe three people at the picnic have ever heard his name. And no one ever asks anything about him at family gatherings - or even less-touchy stuff like my job, my house. Top that off with the fact that our extended family is chronically uninteresting. So at holiday time, I just follow Dad and any others in drinking and gobbling up goodies. Flying home to do that with a larger group in July, no thank you. It's a long hot day at a bad park. Feeling like maybe I am a sociologist filming a sad documentary no one will watch. And the picnic invariably falls within 3 days of my birthday, so if I were going to fly somewhere that weekend, it would be a fun place, not one where I have the creepy feeling that I am a reincarnation of poor closeted Cousin Warner, the "confirmed bachelor" music teacher that no one ever asked anything personal. So you wonder why you go, Mary - and I know very well why I don't.
True That!! People always ask "How's Glenn?" tho, and if it makes you feel better, they sometimes ask if you have a girlfriend!! Funny but I know cousin Susan has asked me that at least once!!! She of all people (can you say gym teacher??)
Oh, that is so sad. Yes, I can say gym teacher and I imagine there is a very nice woman sharing space with Susan - a nice woman whom no one ever asks about, including Mom and Dad, and you and a dozen others who would never judge her, but again - among extended family the intimacy to ask what exactly is going on just isn't there. Of course I'd say I am more outgoing than she is but I still wouldn't waste any energy doing the After-School Special type coming-out ceremony for people I barely know but some of whom inexplicably carry my last name. If you only see people twice a year, it's less urgent and who the hell wants to have a Big Discussion at a one day beer-drenched mostly-obligational picnic? But, Jesus, wouldn't yout hink Dad and Aunt Nancy might mention such things to one another?
no!
I hope we won't get more distant over time like they did....
Oh no, another 3 days desert without a MaryBlog update post.
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