So Thanksgiving has come and gone... It's always an adventure. I don't think we've had a single holiday without the dramaz. This one was no different...
We go over to SIL's house... which is nice because that means we don't have to cook and clean the house to have a gabillion people over. Her son is working night shift so dinner was delayed until late afternoon instead of early afternoon. Not a problem. Seizing the opportunity Mrs Ryan took the girls out to a movie while me and the youngest stayed behind. We cleaned the house so that when we got home from T'giving it'd be all clean and we could just crash. SUCCESS!!! Mrs Ryan came home and was appreciative about the cleaning! yay!
So we head over there... I been around SIL enough to know to stay the hell out of her way in the kitchen... But apparently there was already dramaz featuring MIL and SIL. MIL had paid for a bunch (if not all) the food and was peeved that SIL wasn't doing it the way she wanted. Add on top of that a boy BIL knew had died the day before and before dinner he said some kind words about him and how it made him appreciate his family more and how fragile life is. It was nice... except MIL's mom died that same day... like 20 years ago... and MIL was peeved (again) that he was saying all these things about "a stranger" but nothing about her mom. Uhhh... yeah. ok. Anyway... kids went off to MIL's house to spend the night so Mrs Ryan and I could do our annual Black Friday shopping.
And we did. Not going to say a whole lot about it except we started at about 5am and finished at about 3pm. I really enjoy doing it... it's a fun thing Mrs Ryan and I do together...
So now it's late Friday... we're going over to MIL's house to pick up the kids... we spend forever there because MIL is detailing all the wrongs committed against her to Mrs Ryan... We don't get home until about bedtime. We'd been up forever and crash.
Saturday comes and we're trying to figure out when we're going to get the Christmas crap out... Honestly I'm dreading this because EVERY year it's a dramafest. She decides she wants to get the house all clean on Saturday and then Sunday morning get out the Christmas stuff before we go to FIL's house for his T'giving. Uhh... yeah I don't think that's going to work... not a whole lot of time... she thinks we can do it, no problem... So we spend Saturday cleaning and stuff and Sunday rolls around... Start to get the stuff out, fights start about cleaning and the "hard work" of getting Christmas set up and how kids only want to do the easy stuff and blah and blah and blah and blah... did I mention it's a dramafest every fucking year? yeah. So the house looks like Christmas exploded in the living room, she's freaking out because we'll never get it done before leaving for FIL's house yadda yadda yadda... Gee should I mention I didn't think it'd work? Yeah I'll keep my mouth shut on that one.
We go to FIL's house... Someone there is being a bitch... further exacerbates Mrs Ryan's mood... we leave early... On the way home I ask her if there was anything I could have done differently to help her in this day... she says no, she appreciates that I was the only one who was keeping her sane that day. Another yay for me. But of course that wouldn't last. Apparently I'd said that I brought all the Christmas stuff down from the attic when really I hadn't (which you know happens every year)... she says I was lying, we get into a big fight... I apologize for saying I'd brought everything down when I meant I brought everything down I was supposed to bring down or something to that effect... doesn't matter... I end up feeling like shit. She ends up pissed off. I go into my 'I can't do anything right' mopey mode which only serves to piss her off more. Just in case anyone was wondering, if someone is feeling shitty about themselves telling them to "grow a pair" generally doesn't serve to make things better.
Anyway that's the way my holiday weekend ended. Happy Thanksgiving.
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On to other things... How about the world's worst TV show? of course I'm talking about Bridalplasty. Uh yeah. See the premise of the show is a bunch of insecure brides-to-be compete for plastic surgery to turn themselves into the brides of their dreams. I shit you not. I only watched like 10 minutes of it... the part I watched involved the brides putting together a puzzle of themselves as they would look if they had all the surgeries they wanted. There were 12 girls and the first 10 finished got a prize. As they finished they were allowed to grab a syringe and run downstairs to get "injectables" done. Yeah. Every once in a while the host, Shanna Moakler who of course is a former Miss USA, would call out "Only 3 syringes left!"
Appalling is an understatement.
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Leslie Neilsen died. *sniffle*
Rumack: Can you fly this plane, and land it?
Ted Striker: Surely you can't be serious.
Rumack: I am serious... and don't call me Shirley.
One of the greatest movies of all time... The deadpan-ness that he delivered his lines in it was spectacular. Airplane! was actually Leslie Neilsen's first comedy.
Rumack: Captain, how soon can you land?
Captain Oveur: I can't tell.
Rumack: You can tell me. I'm a doctor.
Captain Oveur: No. I mean I'm just not sure.
Rumack: Well, can't you take a guess?
Captain Oveur: Well, not for another two hours.
Rumack: You can't take a guess for another two hours?
He wanted to take the role because he was afraid he was being typecast as a 'grandfather' type...
Rumack: You'd better tell the Captain we've got to land as soon as we can. This woman has to be gotten to a hospital.
Elaine Dickinson: A hospital? What is it?
Rumack: It's a big building with patients, but that's not important right now.
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I've always made fun of athletes who 'thank god' after catching a pass or something else ridiculous like that... I mean it's always thanking god after something good happens as if god wanted him to win the football game. What happens when you drop it? Who's fault is that? Well apparently it's god's fault too.
See yesterday the Buffalo Bills were playing the Pittsburgh Steelers. The Steelers were heavy favorites and the Bills... well they've only won 1 game so far this year. But yet the Bills pushed the Steelers to overtime and in the overtime the Bills QB-who-is-so-bad-I-can't-remember-his-name threw a LONG pass to receiver Steve Johnson. The pass landed right in Johnson's hands in the endzone... BILLS WIN! BILLS WIN! Ooops... ok maybe not. Johnson dropped the easy catch.
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JP
4 comments:
buahahah on the tweeting...what an idiot...
sorry about the drama filled holiday...
Your blog is exactly why we don't go anywhere for the holidays. Get get the aggro at home. Ok so we spent a couple hours with my 95 yo MIL... she's mostly deaf anyway
Hope things get better. x
Exactly. Why do we do this to ourselves year after year? If I have no desire to see these people on a regular basis throughout the year, why should I be expected to spend what is supposed to be a special day with them.
Oh, God. It sounds like a LOT of drama on every front. I doubt there's anything you can do about Mrs. Ryan's Christmas stress level. I'd just stay the hell out of her way...you cannot win that.
That show sounds unbelievable and confirms to me that tv entertainment is getting progressively worse.
And that athlete? Is an idiot.
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