Monday, June 28, 2010

I seem to be stuck in the 70s and 80s...

particularly when it comes to my choices in music and televison.  I love watching old TV shows, listening to old music, and reading books about people who were entertainers in the 70s and 80s.  I would say this is because of my happy childhood, though I can't say that my childhood was all that happy.  Oh, it wasn't horrible... I had a place to live, clothes to wear, food in my stomach, and even a pony to ride.  But it wasn't all that happy.

My parents dutifully took care of me and often treated me like I was a burden.  I'm sure I was a burden, since I came eight years after my older sister.  My mom had three kids in five years, then I came along just when she thought she was through with diapers.  And apparently, I filled up a lot of diapers.  I also filled the air with the sound of crying.  Mom said I had colic, but I probably just sensed that I was in a place where people weren't that happy.

Now that I'm a lot older, I still feel like I showed up by accident and crashed a party.  However, I do know that I've managed to make at least one person very happy with my presence...

Anyway... I still love to watch shit from the 70s and 80s on TV.  Maybe it's because today's TV is "reality based"... and we all know it's about as real as Velveeta.  At least a lot of the shows from the 70s and 80s made no real pretense of being "real"...  It was easy to watch them and escape to somewhere more fun and pleasant. 

And I think MTV pretty much ruined the music business with its videos.  That's when a person's looks and telegenicism seemed to matter a lot more than their actual talent.  But once again, I'm becoming a curmudgeon.  Makes me wish I could go hang out at a skating rink somewhere and spin to tunes from my youth.  Maybe then I won't feel so old.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Hubby's coming home today...

So my sweet has been in Texas all week on business and I've been sitting home alone, hating the intense summer heat.  It's been an even more boring than usual week for me, which is why I haven't done much writing. I haven't had much of anything at all to say. 

Sure, there have been some interesting things in the news... For instance, a little kid's turtle caused an AirTran flight to have to go back to the gate.  General McChrystal lost his job overseeing the war in Afghanistan.  The oil spill continues in the Gulf of Mexico... and I've been watching more Dallas reruns. 

I guess the one other thing I've been trying to decide is whether or not I want to pay for another year of keeping up my Web site.  I was going to take it down last year, but somehow the host never got my message.

This year, I'm less sure of what I want to do with the site.  I don't really care about it that much anymore, but people do look at it... It's kind of served its purpose, though...  Sigh.  Decisions, decisions...

Wish I had something to get all fired up about, other than the heat.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Five days later...

So, a few days ago, I wrote to our local road maintenance office to complain about the guys using my yard as a parking lot and blocking my driveway.  Monday, I finally got a rather terse response from a dude who said he'd handled it and to let him know directly if it happened again.  Shoot, if I'd had his email address in the first place, I would have shot him a note directly instead of sending one to the central office.

Anyway, now I'm wondering if I should send the guy a note to tell him about the article of clothing that was left behind one of the bushes.  I'm guessing one of the fellows who was using my yard as a parking lot went behind it to strip and just left it there.  I don't want to pick it up... God knows where it's been.

Other than that, I continue to live the very boring life of an overeducated housewife.  But at least my new Kindle is keeping me busy.  If you don't have one, I highly recommend it, though be careful... it's all too easy to burn through cash with that thing!

Sunday, June 20, 2010

It's my birthday...

My sweet husband took me out to dinner last night to celebrate, since he has to go on a business trip later today.  This morning, he made me Eggs Benedict and served it with a bottle of Taittinger, my favorite Champagne. 



He also got me a Kindle, which I plan to start using immediately, since he's going away on business for most of this week.

Life's pretty good today, even though I'm sad that my beloved has to go out of town.  I'm blessed to have found such a wonderful husband, along with so many great friends!

Thursday, June 17, 2010

How about a fun post today?

It occurs that my blog really is full of negativity... and negativity is no fun to read.  So I was trying to come up with something to write about today that wouldn't be a downer.  So far, I've come up with nothing...  I just don't have anything fun to write about today...

So here's Scott Baio pitching school lunches...



How's that for fun?

Actually, this is the PSA I remember best...

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Road department crews who park in my driveway...

For the past few months, the county where I live has been paving the dirt road in front of our house.  We live at the end of a very long driveway and the men who are doing the road work seem to think that either no one's at home or no one cares where they park their mammoth sized trucks.  Consequently, some asshole keeps parking his county owned truck in my driveway, effectively blocking it.

I don't usually have anywhere to go during the daytime, but on the occasion that I do, it sure is annoying to think my driveway my be blocked by some inconsiderate jerk.

I've already emailed the local road management folks about this... next up is a phone call.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

On blogger privacy...

It always amazes me when people post very personal things in their blog and then get upset when other people discover them and dare to have an opinion.

Until recently, I followed a blog that was showcased on another site I frequent. The author of this blog was a woman who often wrote very snarky and funny posts about celebrities. Some of the things she wrote were very entertaining, but she often came across as narcissistic and self-absorbed. Naturally, I couldn't resist keeping up with her blog because I find narcissists fascinating.

Later, she got pregnant with twins with medical help, which she described in great detail and documented with sonograms. Her pregnancy was kind of a surprise, since she had declared a couple of times that she didn't like kids. One time, she actually said she and her husband didn't have a lot of friends and were recruiting... but they only wanted people around who were childless and okay with it because she didn't want to hear anyone bitching about how their junk didn't work.

Anyway, she had her twins and one of them has special needs and wasn't expected to live, but it turned out the baby's problems weren't as severe as she'd first claimed. From that moment on, this woman was constantly posting photos and very detailed descriptions of her children, along with her own pithy observations about life. Every other week, there was another post full of pictures of her toddler kids in matching outfits-- cute pictures, mind you-- but the kids seemed to be more like dolls to her than anything else.

So... over Memorial Day, she put up a post that was even more self-absorbed than usual and it got "showcased" again on the site I frequent. The comments about her blog weren't very kind. A lot of people took issue with the fact that she had so much time to blog when she has twin babies, one of which has special needs. The blogger got wind of these judgmental comments and, I imagine, read everyone's responses. And then she posted a pissy entry on her blog, declaring that she's taking it private because, she claims, people are making nasty comments about her kids.

My thinking is that it's about time she took her blog private. When you put a blog out in the world and you post your very strong opinions, pictures of yourself, your house, your kids, and your family members, people are going to pass judgments, and some of them are going to dare to voice them to the world at large. If you can't handle that, you shouldn't be blogging.  This woman claims that she doesn't care what other people think of her, since she's heard those comments before.  But clearly, her feelings are hurt.  I don't blame her for having hurt feelings, but as a writer and a "trained attorney", which she has also repeatedly revealed that she is, I would have thought she would have had more of an appreciation for the importance of discretion and privacy, as well as peoples' rights to have and express their own opinions.

Ironically, this blogger is even guilty of the same behavior.  Some years ago, she got her hair done at the same place Lindsay Lohan was getting a haircut and dared to take a picture and post it on her blog, even after Lohan had asked her not to...  The blogger rationalized that since Lindsay Lohan is a celebrity, she was fair game and she had no pity or respect for Lohan's privacy.  Indeed, here's a direct quote...

"here is how I feel - yes you may not have any privacy any more because you are a celebrity but that's your job. There are downsides to every job, yours just happens to be in the public eye so get over it." 

Karma certainly does seem to be a bitch, doesn't it?  Become a popular blogger and, yes, you too might also become a "celebrity" of sorts.  Perhaps fame is not all it's cracked up to be. 

I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if the blog either gets renamed or somehow resurfaces in the future. Narcissistic people need an audience and I don't think she'll get as much of one with a private blog.

Watching the saga of Abby Sunderland...

For those of you who live under a rock, Abby Sunderland is the sixteen year old girl who recently tried and failed to sail around the world solo.  I've been following Abby Sunderland's blog for some time now.  I'm very impressed by her intelligence and maturity, even if I don't quite understand why it's so important for young people to be in such a rush to accomplish big things.

Seriously, I do wonder whatever happened to just being a kid... playing outside, going to school, having friends, reading books, going on dates, daydreaming... etc.  It seems like so many of today's kids have this need to start companies, climb Mount Everest, or... sail around the world solo.  I think it's great when young people are able to accomplish their dreams, but I do wonder about the price they pay.  Abby Sunderland could have been killed last week when her yacht became disabled in the Southern Ocean. 

Abby says she got caught in a storm and that could happen to anyone.  That's certainly true, but when you're 16 years old and put yourself at such tremendous and unnecessary risk, it kind of puts things in perspective.  Abby Sunderland really didn't have to be out there in the middle of the ocean alone.  She was out there because she was trying to fulfill a dream.  Her dream put her at risk, but it also put other people at risk-- those who were dispatched to help her.

Of course, there is something to be said about not overprotecting kids.  Believe me, I am a big proponent in letting kids try things and fail.  But it seems to me that Abby and her parents fall somewhere at the other end of that spectrum. I am really glad she's safe, though...    

Saturday, June 12, 2010

RAID!!

Can I just say that I actually really enjoying Raid Wasp and Hornet spray, even though it's toxic and stains?  We have a lot of flying, stinging insects around our house and I got stung by one last week while minding my own business.  I broke out a can of Raid and started aiming and shooting at the nests around the house.  Something inside of me was awakened after the first shot.  I took a lot of pleasure in demolishing paper wasp nests.  That's me-- knotty, chief wasp and hornet assassin with my secret weapon, Raid!

I must admit, I probably shouldn't enjoy Raid as much as I do.  It's full of poisonous chemicals that don't do any good for any living thing they come in contact with.  But why'd they have to make the spray can so much fun?  I guess it's all fun... until someone gets hurt.  Weeee!

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Changing my Facebook picture...

I must confess to being a little vain sometimes.  I hate having my picture taken because I hate the way I look when I'm photographed.  When hubby and I were on vacation back in April, a fellow cruise passenger offered to take my picture.  I liked him, so I didn't refuse... perhaps the glasses of champagne and crackers with caviar on them also helped me cooperate.  The resulting picture isn't too bad, even though I'm in a bathing suit, squatting in the water so my beer gut doesn't show too much.

I guess it's not such a bad thing to humble oneself sometimes... and having a picture taken and posting it on Facebook when I am a:) in a bathing suit, b:) getting old and fat, c:) slightly drunk and sunburned, is sort of a way to humble myself a bit...  Besides, I find that most people don't think you look as bad in pictures as you think you do... unless, of course, it's Tyra Banks doing the judging. 

So... for today, at least, I'm baring my ugly self in a picture on Facebook.  I hope it doesn't cause anyone to lose their appetite.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Dealing with manipulators...

I'm shamelessly copying this entry from my Web site, which I'm thinking about taking down in a couple of months.  This page gets a lot of hits and I think it might be useful to my readers on this blog.  Bear in mind that I wrote this a few years ago, right before Christmas. 

Dealing with manipulators...

The holidays are relentlessly approaching. As I write today, I'm reminded of the ghosts of holidays past, the ones where I eagerly awaited that special day and came away disappointed because I spent too much time with my dysfunctional family. I'm sure I'm not alone in being apprehensive about the holidays, especially Christmas, when families are expected to be together.

Not long ago, I figured out why I usually leave gatherings with my immediate family feeling a lot worse than I did before the "celebration". It's because in my family, there's at least one manipulator. That's a person who gets other people to do what they want by using guilt and sneaky, underhanded tactics. All the while, they somehow manage to come away looking completely innocent.

As I was trolling the Internet a couple of weeks ago, I came across an excellent piece about how to deal with manipulators. I mostly agree with the anonymous author's advice. I want to include some of it here, expanded with my own observations. Since the dreaded Christmas holidays are approaching, I figure it's appropriate. Of course, you may find this information useful every other day of the year, too.

How to handle manipulators

1. Try not to engage manipulators in the first place.

I know it can be hard to completely avoid dealing with manipulators, especially when they're family members. The very nature of manipulative behavior is sneakiness, and family members, in particular, tend to know exactly which buttons to push. I've found that the best thing to do when someone I'm dealing with is employing obviously manipulative tactics is to excuse myself from the conversation or change the subject. Or, if I know ahead of time that the person is a manipulator, I try to limit my exposure to them.

2. Don't allow manipulators to make requests by using underhanded tactics.

Manipulators are famous for making requests that don't really seem like requests. Adults who want you to do something should learn to make their requests in an adult manner. That means they should make a direct request instead of using emotional blackmail, bribery, guilt, or other underhanded tactics. Here's an example of what I mean:

Manipulative request: You know, your father's getting older every year and he's in such poor health. He's so sad that he never gets to see you. He's afraid he's going to die before you get the chance to visit him again. Christmas is coming and he's going to be so depressed if you're not there.

Adult request: Your father would sure like to see you if you have time to visit. Would you please come celebrate Christmas with us?

Notice in the first example, the request is never actually made. Instead, the manipulator has disrespectfully dropped hints dripping with guilty accusations. In the second example, a clear, respectful request has been made. You can't force someone to make an adult request of you, but you can learn to spot manipulation and avoid engaging by refusing to honor manipulative requests. That skill goes hand in hand with the next rule...

3. Learn to identify and ignore passive-aggressive behavior.

This is a tough one, but if you can learn to identify and ignore passive-aggressive behavior, it will make dealing with a manipulator easier. Manipulators are pros at passive-aggression, which is behavior that, on the surface, may seem innocent but actually isn't. Manipulators employ passive aggressive behavior, which in turn, makes you angry. Then when you get angry, they retaliate by trying to make you look like the aggressor/screw up. Finally, they blame you for their retaliation. Meanwhile, manipulators loudly proclaim their innocence and the insignificance of their actions while you come off as unreasonable or uncooperative. It's a maddening tactic and sometimes it's impossible to ignore it. However, if you can learn to ignore the more minor digs, it will lessen a manipulator's power.

4. Determine what your limits are; define them; and don't be afraid to consistently enforce them.

Manipulators have an uncanny knack for getting their victims stuck between a rock and a hard place. Therefore, when you deal with the manipulators in your life, always try to have a way out of that tight spot. Make sure you have access to transportation, money, or whatever else you might need to rescue yourself from a bad situation. Don't invite manipulators into your home unless you're willing and able to make them leave. If they refuse to leave, make sure they know you're going to call the police for help and then do it. Don't threaten to call the police, however, unless you are actually going do it.

5. Forget trying to bluff a manipulator.

It's impossible to set enforceable boundaries when you bluff. And if manipulators know there won't be any actual consequences for their bad behavior, they won't have any reason to change it. Besides, true manipulators are experts at the bluff and will always know when you're bluffing. When it comes to enforcing your limits, say what you mean and mean what you say. If you make a threat or a promise, be sure to carry out that action promptly.

6. Spell out your expectations and try to leave nothing to chance.

Ambiguities give manipulators the leeway they need to engineer a situation that is advantageous only for them. If they are confronted, they will then try to feign innocence and insignificance. To avoid this, make sure both you and the manipulator are very clear about your mutual expectations during a meeting. Avoid vagueness at all costs. Sometimes, the manipulator will still get the upper hand, but having clear expectations will lessen their ability to pull a fast one.

7.Realize that some people will think you're a meanie.

Manipulators are really good at making their victims look bad to other people. When they are in groups, manipulators will often try to come off as superior while making their victims look small. They'll use subtle digs that will seem innocent to everyone but their victims. To combat this behavior, be prepared to look like a jerk for publicly defending your boundaries, especially when you call the manipulator on their rude behavior. Other people may initially see your reactions as excessive because they only know what they observe firsthand or hear from the manipulator. Understand that those other folks really don't know the whole story. It's really okay if other people temporarily think of you as a jerk. Chances are, they'll eventually understand what's happened, particularly if they too become ensnared in the manipulator's trap. And if they don't eventually understand, they're probably not worth your time, anyway. Remove yourself from the situation if need be.

8. Do not owe a manipulator anything.

Manipulators love to employ guilt tactics and blackmail in their dealings with other people. That's why it's important never to borrow anything from or lend anything to a manipulator. If you must owe a manipulator, do everything you can to repay them as soon as possible. If a manipulator must owe you, make sure you have a signed and dated document that allows consistent repayment with all terms of the agreement detailed in writing. Remember that manipulators will use debts as a means of control, even if they're the ones who owe you. Try not to let them have that power if you can possibly avoid it.

9. If you do lend something to a manipulator, be prepared to let go of it.

Sometimes being repaid is just not worth the hassle. If a manipulator borrows something from you, be prepared to never see it again. Then, if they ask to borrow from you again, remind them that you've made that mistake in the past and refuse to repeat it. If they protest or try to lay a guilt trip, tell them that you've decided not to lend to people who don't repay their debts or return borrowed property. Then walk away from them or otherwise end the conversation.

10. Don't let manipulators do you any favors.

Manipulators will often try to use kindness as a means of furthering their agenda and getting you to lower your guard. Remember that any kindness a true manipulator extends to you will eventually be used as a means of control in the future. It's best to refuse favors extended by manipulators, especially if the nature of the favor lends itself to being extended for any length of time. Be especially wary of accepting help from a manipulator that makes you dependent on them for your livelihood or your home. It's also good policy to avoid giving a manipulator any reason to take credit for your successes.

Manipulators will very often use kind deeds and favors as a means of accessing whatever you have that they want. Remember, do not owe a manipulator anything if you can help it. That includes favors.

11. Anything you say can and will be used against you.

Give the manipulators in your life information strictly on a "need to know" basis. Manipulators work most effectively off of information provided by their victims. The less information they have about you and your plans, the less control they can exert and the less chance they can use what you say against you. Try not to give them anything in writing unless you absolutely don't care what they do with the information or you are entering a debt/debtor situation.

12. No means no...

Don't waste time and energy justifying your actions to a manipulator. Manipulators are masters of using your own words against you. If you want to say "no" to a manipulator, say it and mean it. Don't explain yourself and don't make excuses. Just say no.

13. If you must, cut off relations with the manipulator in your life.

This is another tough one, especially when the manipulator is a member of your family or a close friend. Unfortunately, sometimes it's better to remove toxic manipulators from your life rather than trying to deal with them. If you can't completely cut especially toxic manipulators out of your life, do your best to limit your interactions with them to the bare minimum.

14. Understand that a true manipulator will probably never change.

Most people use manipulative behaviors ocasionally, but understand that those who have repeatedly used manipulative and controlling behaviors for the entire time you've known them are probably not going to change, unless it's advantageous for them. Consequently, you will not be able to change them and they probably won't change for your benefit. Moreover, their bad behavior is not your fault or responsibility. If you can't cut an especially toxic manipulator out of your life completely, it's best to limit your exposure to them and keep your relationship as superficial as possible.

Of course, what all of these steps ultimately boil down to is learning how to be assertive and sticking up for yourself. That can be a very difficult undertaking, especially when the manipulator in your life is someone who has real or imagined authority over you. Many people become victims of manipulators because they lack self-esteem and care too much about what other people think of them. A lack of self-esteem can be a difficult obstacle to overcome because it requires a person to change their own behaviors.

No one can be happy as another person's doormat. Manipulators thrive on making other people their doormats. They count on their victims' fears of how they look to other people and their reluctance to stand up to the manipulator's bad behavior. Realize that you can't control what other people think of you. You can only control your reactions to other peoples' behavior. If the manipulator in your life is an adult, he or she is ultimately responsible for their own actions and reactions. You are only responsible for what you do. And no matter what, there are always going to be certain people who won't like you or won't approve of how you live your life. In my opinion, the best thing to do in a no win situation is whatever will ultimately make you the most comfortable and will cause the least amount of grief to innocent parties. I realize that sometimes that means giving in to a manipulator. But with practice, you can learn how to minimize the effects of a manipulator's bad behavior on your life.

Those little whiskers...

Ladies, don't you hate it when you get older and start growing those hard little hairs on your chin?  I know I'm not the only one.  Most of the hair on my body is blonde, but every once in awhile, I get these dark, thick, stiff little hairs that grow on the left side of my chin.  I have to be careful and pluck them when they've had a chance to grow out, otherwise I just tear up the skin around it.  It's very frustrating, because I can feel that stiff little hair poking out of my skin, taunting me with its prickliness.  It drives me crazy!

I found one of those little hairs the other day, but tried to remove it too soon.  I was able to get it out this morning and, I must say, felt a touch of satisfaction at seeing that little black hair on the tip of my finger.  Guess I'm free until next time.

Monday, June 7, 2010

More bitching and moaning...

I realize my blog is overwhelmingly negative and full of complaints.  But it's Monday and this morning I discovered something worth complaining about.  I was dusting my bed, the one we purchased late last September, and I noticed there was a big crack in the side support on my side.  It occurred to me that the crack probably occurred during a sex session, when there was a lot of bouncing going on.  Except my husband and I don't really bounce that much when we fuck.  So I'm now left with a damaged bed, which I spent a big chunk of change on less than a year ago.

I bought this bed and some matching pieces at a furniture store I thought would put out something somewhat decent.  Sadly, I am once again disappointed.  Now that I think about it, the mattress on the bed is pretty saggy, too.  Sucks.

Family members who are fake...

I have a cousin I'll refer to as "K".  I have always suspected that K doesn't like me much... She has a daughter who is about my age and I've never really gotten along with her.  As we've gotten older, we get along better, but we're not now nor have we ever been best friends.  I always thought I got along with K, but now that we're older, I can see that she must have a real problem with me.

Last year, she added me to Facebook.  Then she dropped me for no apparent reason.  I found out through my husband's Facebook that for a time, she had actually blocked me.  I couldn't see her comments or anything from my page.  Then about a week or two later, I saw that I was unblocked, but still off her friends list.

Now... this cousin is old enough to be my mother.  I don't remember ever having a big blowout with her.  She has never told me that she has a problem with me... But I can see that she does have a problem with me by the way she behaves.  And now I have this hostile feeling toward her that is starting to extend to a lot of other family members...  after all, if she's that fake, what about everyone else?

If there's one type of person I cannot stand, it's someone who is fake.  I can respect someone who tells me to my face that they disagree with me or even dislike me.  I can't stand people who are two-faced or who act loving and then stab me in the back. 

It may seem really trite and wrong, but I'm now at the point at which I don't want to have anything to do with this person again.  I feel like I really can't trust my family anymore.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Dead celebrities...

They say that things tend to happen in threes...  Last year, we lost Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, and Ed McMahon at around the same time.  This year, we've lost Gary Coleman, Dennis Hopper, and Rue McClanahan within the same week.  I guess it was sort of a shock to find out that Gary Coleman died, since he was only 42 years old.  On the other hand, he'd been dogged by health problems his whole life.

I don't actually know that much about Dennis Hopper.  I don't remember seeing any of his films, although I probably did catch one at some time.  I always loved Rue McClanahan on The Golden Girls.  I even read her 2007 memoirs.  She was a great, great talent who will be missed.

I guess seeing my dad in the shape he's in has made me feel a little more mortal these days.  Perhaps it's time to take better care of myself.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Our weekend odyssey...

Our trip north started on Thursday, when we dropped off the dogs to be boarded.  We drove to Chapel Hill, North Carolina and checked into a hotel.  My dad was still in the hospital in Durham, but was being discharged the next day to be sent by ambulance to his home in Virginia.  My mom and sister didn't seem to want to see us, so we decided to enjoy a nice Indian meal at a brand new restaurant.

Before we left Chapel Hill, we stopped by A Southern Season, which is a very nice gourmet store.  We purchased several bottles of nice wine.  Then we gassed up at BP and were treated to this little sign...

<-- ha ha ha...
 

The next day, we headed up to Hampton, where we met my mom and saw where she and my dad are now living. They have a beautiful apartment that overlooks the water. Unfortunately, my dad is not well enough to be home. Mom, husband, and I had dinner at a local Italian place, then went back to our hotel for a rest.

The next day, we went to my parents' house in the town where I grew up.  That was pretty interesting...  it was looking even more rundown than usual.  We stopped at Hardees for breakfast and got a load of the local populace.  I had forgotten how redneck the town is... but maybe it was just the fact that we were at Hardees.

After breakfast, we picked up a U-haul trailer and got to work loading my mom's piano into it.  That was a real challenge, since the damn thing weighs half a ton.  Logistically, it really was very tricky.  The whole process took several hours and involved a lot of cussing, sweating, and muscle.  It was weird seeing the house I grew up in so empty.  There were some things about it that I'd actually forgotten.

My parents rent business space to a woman who used to work for them.  While we were working on getting the piano loaded, she gave me her cell phone so I could hear a vicious voicemail one of my sisters left, basically accusing her of stealing an heirloom.  I've never been prouder...  NOT.

That evening, we visited my dad in the nursing home.  He's very demented and confused and didn't seem to know who I was.  Luckily, he likes my husband and was willing to listen to him.  As sorry as I feel for my parents, I really felt sorry for the nurses taking care of my dad.  He's quite a handful... very agitated and upset about his situation... and very confused.

After our visit, Mom, husband, and I went to a "pub", where the staff were dressed like Scots.  The guys were wearing kilts, the girls were wearing short plaid skirts, and one chick in particular had on a skirt that barely covered her privates.  After dinner, we were headed to the car when a nurse called and asked my mom to go back and sit with my dad because he was so agitated.  Mom bitched her out, then took us back to the hotel again.

The next day, we drove to Charlotte, NC.  We checked into a hotel and sat at the bar for awhile... There was a young woman there who was quite drunk and hitting on just about anyone with a penis.  When it became very obvious that the woman was intoxicated, the bartender sort of cut her off, which caused her to get really upset and start swearing.  Two guys who were hanging around with her managed to get her out of the hotel. 

Yesterday, we finished our drive home and had a hell of a time getting the piano unloaded from the trailer.  I impressed my husband with my brutal strength. 

I picked up the dogs this morning and, aside from being quite a bit poorer than we were, all is now alright with the world.  Glad to have that little chore done.