Weekend fun and how Lu isn't cool.

So it's Monday. Again. What is it about Mondays?? But it's okay, because I'm actually making today my Sunday. I had a way busy weekend and of course that means I'm exhausted and my muscles are screaming so I'm taking today easy. Too bad for the rest of my family, who actually have things to do. Why was I busy this weekend? Well...here's my facebook status from Saturday as a hint~

"I'm off to see the wizard! Or at least spend time with my family, which is kind of like 'not being in Kansas anymore Toto' and there is a wicked witch. So yeah, it's basically the same."

Hildi had driven in from Ohio on Friday and Saturday she and my parents came down to see my Grandma. So we all congregated at the nursing home. Sean had gone in with me. Now, I may have mentioned before that my mom is not always a nice person. In fact, she's often bitter and hard to be around. By the time Sean and I made it to the nursing home, my sister was about to climb the walls. She has a much harder time dealing with mom than I do. So after about an hour of sitting around Grandma's room, trying to talk to her (she's very hard of hearing and refuses to wear a hearing aid, thus making us practically scream at her), my mom suggests she take Grandma for a walk (Grandma was in her wheelchair) and she tells Hildi to come with her. I pat Hildi's back in sympathy, but she turns around at the door and flips the rest of us off. We giggle. A few minutes after that, my uncle shows up, he sits with us for a few, but then he decides he can't handle sitting there. (Grandma's roommate at the home is a barely conscious woman who makes these horrible noises when she breathes. Seriously, I wonder every time if it's her last breath). So he sets off to find the others. Well, five minutes later, Hildi comes running into the room. That wheelchair was flying!

Me: What the heck?! Are you and Grandma playing NASCAR?

Hildi: (panting a little) No! I was trying to get away from Mom & Uncle! I thought if I got far enough ahead, no one would realize we were with them!

Me: (giggling) what are they doing now?

Hildi: Spreading the hate. Talking loudly (neither of them has an 'inside voice') about other races.

Poor Hildi! Later, it's just Mom, Sean, Grandma & I sitting around.

Grandma: Do you ever just forget what you're going to say?

Me: Actually, sometimes I do!

Grandma: I seem to forget everything anymore. Somedays I forget where I am.

Sean: I know two other people just like that.

My Mom gave him the stinkeye until he said~

Sean: Uh. I didn't mean you Grandma...

I ended up staying the night at the hotel with them. Hildi didn't want to stay in her room by herself. We went to breakfast the next morning and it was kind of strange to be just the four of us again. Mom, Dad, Hildi & me. I'm so glad that Hildi's fam is coming for Easter next week!

So, I'm going to leave you with a conversation between Lu and myself from Thursday. She was lovely enough to get up that day and clean most of the house. Of course she left me the heinous bits, like the bathrooms and refrigerator. As she was dusting the family room, and I was at the computer~

Me: I need to buy some nose bones. I really want this nose ring out.

Lu: What did you call them?

Me: Nose bones. You know, the straight ones.

Lu: That's what I thought you meant. Is that what they're called?

Me: Duh. Haven't you heard them called that at FADZ (our piercing place).

Lu: Yeah, but I thought maybe they made that up. You know, like your Canadian friends and "stabby".

Me: Ugh! Would you get off of it! They actually say "stabby" in Canada. Like when I say "I'm going to get stabby on you". So really, it's like I'm speaking another language and you should be impressed.

Lu: I'm not. I hate it when you say that. "Stabby" is not a word.

Me: Would you please stop taking the fact that you aren't cool out on me?

Lu: That's right Mom, I'm not cool. I'm just a loser.

Me: I did not say you were a loser. You just aren't urban hip like me. It's okay, I still like you.

Lu: Well, that makes my day right there.

Me: You're welcome!

I hope everyone survives Monday. ;]

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I'm thinking of moving...like to another galaxy...

So I'm just going to warn you up front that this is not going to be a humorous blog. Sorry. I'm pretty sure I had a humorous blog in me but then I perused the Internet this morning and got disgusted. I'm so tired of the "hate". When did expressing your opinion become a license to promote hate? When did disagreeing with someone become an excuse for calling them every awful name known to man because they have different views. When did different begin to equal wrong. Unless they went and changed the dictionary when I wasn't looking, people are way out of line. And I'm pretty sick and tired of it.

My dad has always said "opinions are like assholes. everyone has one and most of them stink". Yes, dad is very opinionated. But he never expected us to just blindly go along with his opinion. We were encouraged to form opinions. But then we were encouraged to back them up. If we expressed an opinion, it was immediately followed by a "why". As in "why do you believe that?". And even if he agreed with us, my dad would play devil's advocate and argue the other side. And even though he often got me so frustrated that I'd end up near tears, I understand the point of this exercise. He taught us to fight logically. It's not enough to just decide you support something. It's no good if you can back it up with facts and a rational reason why you believe it. So that you can argue the point without resorting to indiscriminate name calling and mudslinging. Stooping to that is the mark of an unintelligent person. It seems to be all I see these days.

And I'm not going to give you my opinion and I don't want to hear yours. I don't want to argue politics or religion on my blog. If our opinions differ, I'd like to be able to do as my best friend from high school and I do...we agree to disagree. And then we look for compromise. And that is what America needs to be doing. Looking for the compromise. Because neither side is ever going to agree. And all this hatefulness is only weighing us down and making us look like unintelligent fools. I hate that because we have a president of color, everything has become about race. Ridiculous. It's ridiculous for one side to say that if you disagree with him, it's because he's black and therefore you're a racist. Does that mean if you agree with him, it's because he's black, and therefore you are also a racist? Why can't we just look at him as a man? Not a prophet, not a celebrity, not a black man, just a man. And why does each side have to pick the most extreme cases to point out the other side's flaws? Let's just get over the crap and the pettiness and find a point where we can pull this country and the world out of the dismal abyss in which we find ourselves. Start acting like the intelligent independent people we were back when the constitution was written. Instead of like the spoiled, greedy, materialistic people that everyone accuses us of being.

I grew up in a military household and environment where love of country and patriotism were a vital part of life. I grew up hearing revelry and taps played everyday, where we saluted or put our hands over our hearts when the national anthem was played and the flag was a symbol of hope and unity. I have sons who want to join the military and I will gladly stand behind them. I support my country. So why do I feel lately, like it's letting me down?

better for letting that out,
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