Ok.
I've gotta be ignorant or something, but feel free to explain this to me.
What's with all of the hype with Obama?
Yeah, for the first 30 days of coming into office each and every President has been looked at under a microscope.
However, I don't think there's been ONE day since he was elected that we haven't seen something he's been doing..
Here he is signing his name to a check for take-out after a long campaign.
Here he is in PJs getting ready for his first night in the White House.
Here he is reading something, and not really sure what it is, but it's gotta be interesting!
Now? He's being compared to FDR. Yeah. He was compared to Lincoln while trying to get elected, and now with the economy crisis, he's being compared to Franklin Delano Roosevelt.
What's next? Is he going to be compared to George Washington because Geroge was the first white president, and Obama's the first colored president?
Give. Me. A. Break.
How can you actually compare a man to an historical figure when he hasn't even had enough time in office to really make changes?
I also find it quite comical that the two former presidents that he's been compared to were totally HATED while they were in office.
Why?
Because they did what was needed, regardless of the public opinion.
Lincoln stood against slavery when it was a very popularthing to do in the States. Because of this stance, half the nation seceeded from the Union, and began a nasty war.
FDR began the "New Deal" whil the US was in the middle of a HUGE depression. This wasn't a very popular move, because folks kept thinking that things were going to even out eventually, and they'd be able to get back on track. Most resented Roosevelt's meddling in their affairs, and popular opinion was that this "New Deal" idea wasn't going to work at all.
Now, many years later, we see that these men did what was needed, and are now considered two of the most important and popular figures of our political history.
But we've got this newly-elected man Obama who is allowing his publicity advisors compare him to these men.
So far, I don't see the similarities.
He's a popular vote. People like his policies. He's doing what folks want.
From everything I've seen, he's more willing to go with the demand, than to stand up and do what's needed.
That's not to say that he's not going to be effective, or do a good job in office.
I just don't see the need to compare him to great men who have held the office until he's done something that really deserves that honor.
Give him some time in office, LEAVE him to do his job, and let's see what he can do.
What do you all think??
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Through the Looking Glass...
It’s during times like these, when life’s trials and pain want to wear you down that I tend to refocus my attention on other things.
This is when I noticed something that I think I’ll cherish more than any other thing my grandparents taught me.
What did I notice?
I’m glad you asked.
I noticed the undying love and affection in my children’s eyes as they tried to understand my depression and sadness.
The sparkle of their eyes and the inherent glow about them as they thought up ways and things to brighten my day just seemed to make everything fade into the mist of forgetfulness.
The chiming peals of laughter as they wrestled and played with one another, in hopes that the big gruff daddy bear would join in and create serious fun and havoc with their game.
The gentle love and care given to me by my wife, as she tried to let me have my space and yet was close enough to be on hand when things were too serious to handle.
Overall, I think that the best gift given to me was the understanding that even though the people who raised me are now gone, their love, their way of life, and the teachings that they gave to me will still live on no only in my life, but in the lives of my children and family as I continue to raise and teach my kids in the way that I was raised.
In love.
In hope.
Thank you all for your support while I was dealing with some tough times.
I’ll write more tomorrow.
This is when I noticed something that I think I’ll cherish more than any other thing my grandparents taught me.
What did I notice?
I’m glad you asked.
I noticed the undying love and affection in my children’s eyes as they tried to understand my depression and sadness.
The sparkle of their eyes and the inherent glow about them as they thought up ways and things to brighten my day just seemed to make everything fade into the mist of forgetfulness.
The chiming peals of laughter as they wrestled and played with one another, in hopes that the big gruff daddy bear would join in and create serious fun and havoc with their game.
The gentle love and care given to me by my wife, as she tried to let me have my space and yet was close enough to be on hand when things were too serious to handle.
Overall, I think that the best gift given to me was the understanding that even though the people who raised me are now gone, their love, their way of life, and the teachings that they gave to me will still live on no only in my life, but in the lives of my children and family as I continue to raise and teach my kids in the way that I was raised.
In love.
In hope.
Thank you all for your support while I was dealing with some tough times.
I’ll write more tomorrow.
Friday, February 27, 2009
In Loving Memory
The house isn't pretty. It's functional, neat, clean, and tidy. The window casements are tight, the doors swing well, and fasten securely. The exterior is neatly painted, and the white is accented nicely with light blue trim. Light curtains adorn the interior windows.
Flowers of every shape, size and color are arrayed in neat beds fringing the small home. A comfortable porch has a small rocking chair off to one side of the front door. The welcome mat sits in front, greeting each visitor.
The lawn is lush, well groomed and trim. The grass is fragrant, and well tended. Small cuts are made in the sod in various places to give root to rose bushes, small trees, and a couple of well-trimmed hedges.
Rocking easily in the chair on the porch, a man sits softly whittling away at a small piece of wood. What is to become of it, only the maker can guess at. Maybe a pin for a small toy, or an arm for a doll..
The large and gentle hands are calloused, but there is a deftness and care in each movement borne of years of exercise and labor. The eyes are bright, and the only wrinkles to mar the smooth face are those caused from laughter. The hair is dark, reminiscent of a cast-iron skillet. The mouth is generous, and quick with a smile. The deep chest and broad shoulders speak of a body used to hard work. The knees are no longer bothered with injury, and help move the rocker with ease and vigor.
The man looks up, and peers into the distance. Sheer joy crosses his face, as he sees someone he's been waiting for come into view.
The woman is short, and slightly overweight. A caring smile and bright blue eyes are very easy to distinguish. Her chestnut hair is long, but worn into a tightly-woven bun on the back of her head, and kept neatly in place with a hair net and bobby pins. A colorful sun dress decorated with flowers is draped over her, and sensible stockings and sturdy brown leather shoes adorn her feet. Her step quickens when she looks and sees the man sitting in the chair.
He stands, his lanky and tall frame smoothly rising from the chair with the ease from years of practice as the whittled piece of wood is forgotten and drops off his lap onto the porch floor. He focuses on her face, and descends the steps towards her.
Closing the distance, he is finally able to bring her into reach, and he grasps her hands, and looks into her eyes.
"I've been waiting for you, and it's so good to have you home mother." he tells her.
Hugging her to his chest, the love and warmth can be felt for miles, as the lonesome house now returns to a loving home.
She's gone home, and she's at peace.
I love you grandma, and even though I'll miss you, at least I know that you're home, and you're happy.
Rest in eternal love and peace.
Flowers of every shape, size and color are arrayed in neat beds fringing the small home. A comfortable porch has a small rocking chair off to one side of the front door. The welcome mat sits in front, greeting each visitor.
The lawn is lush, well groomed and trim. The grass is fragrant, and well tended. Small cuts are made in the sod in various places to give root to rose bushes, small trees, and a couple of well-trimmed hedges.
Rocking easily in the chair on the porch, a man sits softly whittling away at a small piece of wood. What is to become of it, only the maker can guess at. Maybe a pin for a small toy, or an arm for a doll..
The large and gentle hands are calloused, but there is a deftness and care in each movement borne of years of exercise and labor. The eyes are bright, and the only wrinkles to mar the smooth face are those caused from laughter. The hair is dark, reminiscent of a cast-iron skillet. The mouth is generous, and quick with a smile. The deep chest and broad shoulders speak of a body used to hard work. The knees are no longer bothered with injury, and help move the rocker with ease and vigor.
The man looks up, and peers into the distance. Sheer joy crosses his face, as he sees someone he's been waiting for come into view.
The woman is short, and slightly overweight. A caring smile and bright blue eyes are very easy to distinguish. Her chestnut hair is long, but worn into a tightly-woven bun on the back of her head, and kept neatly in place with a hair net and bobby pins. A colorful sun dress decorated with flowers is draped over her, and sensible stockings and sturdy brown leather shoes adorn her feet. Her step quickens when she looks and sees the man sitting in the chair.
He stands, his lanky and tall frame smoothly rising from the chair with the ease from years of practice as the whittled piece of wood is forgotten and drops off his lap onto the porch floor. He focuses on her face, and descends the steps towards her.
Closing the distance, he is finally able to bring her into reach, and he grasps her hands, and looks into her eyes.
"I've been waiting for you, and it's so good to have you home mother." he tells her.
Hugging her to his chest, the love and warmth can be felt for miles, as the lonesome house now returns to a loving home.
She's gone home, and she's at peace.
I love you grandma, and even though I'll miss you, at least I know that you're home, and you're happy.
Rest in eternal love and peace.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
My first Award!!
Veronica, at Another Suburban Housewife, gave me an award while I was out on vacation.
I'm actually quite stunned, because I feel that there are so many blogs out there that are so much more worthy than mine, all I do is write down the silly and interesting things I have happen to me, and for some reason, folks seem to like it.
There are apparently rules with this award, and they are as follows:
1. Have to post the fabulous Logo (as seen above)
2. Nominate some folks for their blogs.
3. Have to hyper link your nominees.
4. You must tell your nominee that they WON! Hello? How would they know if you didn't comment on their blog.
5. Finally Hyperlink the blogger who gave you such a wonderful gift.
Pretty easy, except that I'm going to have to figure out how to add the stinking logo.. Arrgh!
Ok, nominees...
I nominate Real Live Lesbian, mainly for the fact that she's always an interesting read.
I also am going to nominate my wife, Gottaluvme3, as she's my inspiration for nearly everything that I write.
ASM stole Dana from Amid Life's Crisis, so I'm going to go with Bee, from Bee's Musings
And lastly, I'm going to nominate Brad, from Diaries of the Professor.
Hope that satisfies everyone...
Now.. on to the fun..
Day three of vacation..
TO be honest, we were BEAT. Two days of non-stop walking, fighting with crowds, and just being in a hurry to get things done. It was time for a break.
The nice thing about having a long time to enjoy a vacation is the fact that you can pick and choose your timetable. For our day of rest, it decided to rain in the normally sunny Southern California, so we took the day off to recoup, and just take some time for family.
We played games, slept in, went down and played pool and ping-pong in the recreation room at our hotel, and basically took it easy.
The adults sat around for a while and discussed options for the rest of the week, and we planned out what days we'd be having lunches or dinners at the hotel, and what days were going to be spent dishing out cash for lavish treatment.
The decision was made to travel to Universal Studios the following day, and spend the entire day there. Then the following two days could be utilized to play around again at Disneyland and California Adventure. Everyone agreed with this decision, and ideas were tossed around. One was to spend the first day back to Disneyland early, and have a "Character Breakfast" with some of the Disney Characters making visits to your table while you ate. This was a great idea, and the younger two of my kids adored this idea.
So we went grocery shopping to get food for the times we'd spend in the room, some extra snacks and such for the parks, and then we watched a bit of TV, had some dinner, and played a few more games before calling it a night, and crashing in order to get ready for the next day of fun.. Except for the nasty LA traffic, that is!
Universal Studios Tour is tomorrow.. Don't miss it!!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Vacation day #2
Well, we decided to start early again on day two. It was a Sunday, and to start things off, it really wasn't that bad. A bit overcast, but a nice day overall.
We returned to Disneyland, and ran to a few of the attractions that we hadn't gotten to in our last visit. This also allowed us to kill some time as California Adventure (the Disney park right across from Disneyland) didn't open until 10:00..
So we ran around a bit more, dealing with minor crowds, but nothing even approaching the massive spawn of humanity that we had to deal with the previous day.
We went in and did the Jungle cruise, Pirates of the Caribbean, the Haunted Mansion, and then we took on Splash Mountain. I have to admit, I got SOAKED. There were six of us in the boat, as my youngest son didn't want to go on the ride. So my dad stayed down with him, and they did some more tame rides while the rest of us went on the water ride. My son and niece sat up in front, then my daughter and mom in the middle, and my wife and I took the back seats.
Big. Mistake.
Putting the adults in the back three seats only begged for the boat to swap with water each and every time we turned a corner. Not to mention how much water slopped over the sides when we went down any kind of incline.
At the end of the ride, I waddled out to try to find some dry spot on my clothing, and decided it was best to find a place to camp out for a while, and drip-dry.
So, we had lunch, and then proceeded to cross over to California Adventure!
This park reminds me more of a carnival-type of place, and not really much of a theme park.
Sure, there are themed areas, but for the most part, it's an attempt to combine the fun of Disneyland and the thrill of a carnival ride. I liked the "Soaring over California" ride, the "Tower of Terror" Twilight Zone elevator drop, California Screamin' rollercoaster, and the Mali-Boomer jet ride. These rides more than made up for the line waits, and the pablem of kiddie rides dispersed all through the park.
However, my downfall again on this visit was to be water.
The favorite ride of our family group turned out to be one of my serious nemesis-type rides of the vacation. Namely, the Grizzly River Rapids Run.
Yes, another water ride.
The first time, we found that each "inner tube" raft was capable of fitting all 8 of us in one cart. So we piled in, and I noticed that my wife and my dad were sitting close to me. This became noteworthy in that I got drenched during the ride. This is when I also made the discovery about the drains in the rafts, and that these said drains not only drain water from the ride, but they allow water to shoot into the ride as well!
Yeah. I was soaked.
But it was so much fun that we went again.
Two more times, in fact.
I think I got more water from those three rides than all of the rainstorms I've ever been in combined. And that's saying something coming from a lifetime resident of the Pacific Northwest!
Anyway, at the end of the day I was able to drop dry sufficiently for us to leave, grab a shuttle bus to our hotel, and call it a grand adventure. We topped it off with a view of the Disney Park, and watched the fireworks presentation from our balcony.
We slept good that night, if only because of the sheer exhaustion from being in the parks from open until nearly close two nights in a row.
More about day 3 tomorrow!
Now, a different note:
Veronica (am I the only one who pictures the Archies comic of the spoiled little rich girl??) better known as ASM (Another Suburban Mom) awarded me my very first prize for my blog!
I don't know all of the details, but I'm going to read up on it more, and see about posting it later today or tomorrow!
We returned to Disneyland, and ran to a few of the attractions that we hadn't gotten to in our last visit. This also allowed us to kill some time as California Adventure (the Disney park right across from Disneyland) didn't open until 10:00..
So we ran around a bit more, dealing with minor crowds, but nothing even approaching the massive spawn of humanity that we had to deal with the previous day.
We went in and did the Jungle cruise, Pirates of the Caribbean, the Haunted Mansion, and then we took on Splash Mountain. I have to admit, I got SOAKED. There were six of us in the boat, as my youngest son didn't want to go on the ride. So my dad stayed down with him, and they did some more tame rides while the rest of us went on the water ride. My son and niece sat up in front, then my daughter and mom in the middle, and my wife and I took the back seats.
Big. Mistake.
Putting the adults in the back three seats only begged for the boat to swap with water each and every time we turned a corner. Not to mention how much water slopped over the sides when we went down any kind of incline.
At the end of the ride, I waddled out to try to find some dry spot on my clothing, and decided it was best to find a place to camp out for a while, and drip-dry.
So, we had lunch, and then proceeded to cross over to California Adventure!
This park reminds me more of a carnival-type of place, and not really much of a theme park.
Sure, there are themed areas, but for the most part, it's an attempt to combine the fun of Disneyland and the thrill of a carnival ride. I liked the "Soaring over California" ride, the "Tower of Terror" Twilight Zone elevator drop, California Screamin' rollercoaster, and the Mali-Boomer jet ride. These rides more than made up for the line waits, and the pablem of kiddie rides dispersed all through the park.
However, my downfall again on this visit was to be water.
The favorite ride of our family group turned out to be one of my serious nemesis-type rides of the vacation. Namely, the Grizzly River Rapids Run.
Yes, another water ride.
The first time, we found that each "inner tube" raft was capable of fitting all 8 of us in one cart. So we piled in, and I noticed that my wife and my dad were sitting close to me. This became noteworthy in that I got drenched during the ride. This is when I also made the discovery about the drains in the rafts, and that these said drains not only drain water from the ride, but they allow water to shoot into the ride as well!
Yeah. I was soaked.
But it was so much fun that we went again.
Two more times, in fact.
I think I got more water from those three rides than all of the rainstorms I've ever been in combined. And that's saying something coming from a lifetime resident of the Pacific Northwest!
Anyway, at the end of the day I was able to drop dry sufficiently for us to leave, grab a shuttle bus to our hotel, and call it a grand adventure. We topped it off with a view of the Disney Park, and watched the fireworks presentation from our balcony.
We slept good that night, if only because of the sheer exhaustion from being in the parks from open until nearly close two nights in a row.
More about day 3 tomorrow!
Now, a different note:
Veronica (am I the only one who pictures the Archies comic of the spoiled little rich girl??) better known as ASM (Another Suburban Mom) awarded me my very first prize for my blog!
I don't know all of the details, but I'm going to read up on it more, and see about posting it later today or tomorrow!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I'm baaaaaack!
Yes, I survived.
The crowds were insane.
The lines were long.
The heat wasn't TOO bad, and it even rained one day while we were out gallavanting...
But all in all, it was a great time.
We flew out on Friday, the 13th, and arrived into John Wayne airport (or Orange County Air, or Santa Anna International.. Take your pick of what name to use!). Getting the rental was interesting..
There were 8 of us, so a conventional minivan or SUV wouldn't cut it. No, we opted for the 15 passenger econo-van. Yes, this monster wouldn't even fit in the airport parking garage, so me and my family got to stand out in the rain at the loading area while my dad hiked with a rental agent to get the van. I even was able to get in trouble there, since my dad didn't park close enough to the loading zone, and a police officer mistook him for a shuttle driver, and proceeded to chew us out for not obeying his traffic laws. I could have easily gotten ticketed that day, if my wife hadn't calmed me down enough to let me know that spending your first day on vacation isn't so fun when you're in jail. Thanks hon!
We got to the hotel, unpacked, and collapsed into separate piles of mush. I never really noticed before, but packing, travelling and unpacking really takes a toll on the mental and physical fortitude of a person. We anxiously watched the news for weather reports, and plotted our plan of attack for the upcoming days.
For the sake of keeping this blog manageable, I'm going to talk about our first day there.
Yup. Valentine's Day.
We went in when the park opened, and proceeded to swim with the other Homo Sapiens in a massive jumble of humanity. Lines were insanely long, crowds were rude, and as long as you weren't in anybody's way, you didn't run the risk of getting run over while walking through the park. Fast passes are a great idea, but the waiting in line to get one is just incredible. I mean, who ever thought up "fast passes" is a god, but how about a fast pass in order to get a fast pass? Waiting in line an hour to get a slip of paper that's good for a quick line for a great ride, but you have to wait an hour to use is kind of an oxymoron, in my humble opinion.
I mean, with the two hours I've wasted waiting in line to get the slip, and then to wait in order to get on the ride, I'm sure I'd have been able to get in line twice for the same stinking ride.........
Anyway, the day was interesting, my dad and I were able to sneak an order of flowers up to the rooms without my mom or my wife noticing, and the day went fairly smoothly.
Dinner was interesting, but at least food was procured for everyone, and we were then able to head home with little energy left for much else.
However, the hotel we stayed at had an excellent view of the Disney parks, and we were able to watch the firework shows from our balconies instead of rubbing elbows with everyone in the park.
Day two's events will be tomorrow, stay tuned!
The crowds were insane.
The lines were long.
The heat wasn't TOO bad, and it even rained one day while we were out gallavanting...
But all in all, it was a great time.
We flew out on Friday, the 13th, and arrived into John Wayne airport (or Orange County Air, or Santa Anna International.. Take your pick of what name to use!). Getting the rental was interesting..
There were 8 of us, so a conventional minivan or SUV wouldn't cut it. No, we opted for the 15 passenger econo-van. Yes, this monster wouldn't even fit in the airport parking garage, so me and my family got to stand out in the rain at the loading area while my dad hiked with a rental agent to get the van. I even was able to get in trouble there, since my dad didn't park close enough to the loading zone, and a police officer mistook him for a shuttle driver, and proceeded to chew us out for not obeying his traffic laws. I could have easily gotten ticketed that day, if my wife hadn't calmed me down enough to let me know that spending your first day on vacation isn't so fun when you're in jail. Thanks hon!
We got to the hotel, unpacked, and collapsed into separate piles of mush. I never really noticed before, but packing, travelling and unpacking really takes a toll on the mental and physical fortitude of a person. We anxiously watched the news for weather reports, and plotted our plan of attack for the upcoming days.
For the sake of keeping this blog manageable, I'm going to talk about our first day there.
Yup. Valentine's Day.
We went in when the park opened, and proceeded to swim with the other Homo Sapiens in a massive jumble of humanity. Lines were insanely long, crowds were rude, and as long as you weren't in anybody's way, you didn't run the risk of getting run over while walking through the park. Fast passes are a great idea, but the waiting in line to get one is just incredible. I mean, who ever thought up "fast passes" is a god, but how about a fast pass in order to get a fast pass? Waiting in line an hour to get a slip of paper that's good for a quick line for a great ride, but you have to wait an hour to use is kind of an oxymoron, in my humble opinion.
I mean, with the two hours I've wasted waiting in line to get the slip, and then to wait in order to get on the ride, I'm sure I'd have been able to get in line twice for the same stinking ride.........
Anyway, the day was interesting, my dad and I were able to sneak an order of flowers up to the rooms without my mom or my wife noticing, and the day went fairly smoothly.
Dinner was interesting, but at least food was procured for everyone, and we were then able to head home with little energy left for much else.
However, the hotel we stayed at had an excellent view of the Disney parks, and we were able to watch the firework shows from our balconies instead of rubbing elbows with everyone in the park.
Day two's events will be tomorrow, stay tuned!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Something I raelly don't understand..
Well, I said I wasn't going to write about my family.
I lied.
My wife is a very single-minded individual when it comes to things she wants. This can be a good or bad thing, but for me, I see it as a blessing and one of her best character traits.
This last year, she finally found her half-brothers, and made contact with them, and was able to meet them and their wives.
Myself, I didn't see much in it, because I'd grown up with my family all around me, and not had the supposed stigma of a divided family where my brother is only like 9 days older than myself..
Thus, we get to an issue that happened this week that has really bothered me.
Since reconnecting with her brothers, my wife has been trying to do everything possible to befriend and get to know these folks that she shares common blood with.
I applaud this, and I encouraged her.
However, the more she tried to get to know them, the more we were pushed away.
Now? I'm pissed.
My wife went out this last weekend with the girls. This led to some curious behavior, and high-school drama best left to children, and not adults.
First off, the new additions to the family are drinkers. I don't really have a problem with folks drinking, in fact I have a glass or two myself every now and then. However, it does decrease your mental capacity, and you might say or do things which on a "normal" day you wouldn't think of doing otherwise.
Well, on one such occasion, the two were drinking, and were quite inebriated. This led to a confession from the wife of one of the brothers to my wife about her and some indiscretions she'd taken while being married.
My wife kept it quiet. After all, she wanted to be there FOR her family, not tear it apart.
A few weeks later, at another get-together, the bride of the other brother while intoxicated also admitted that there had been indiscretions committed by the other wife while she was married. I was actually in the room at this time, and heard this confession.
Now, just this last week, the ladies went out again, and got their drink on. Enter in my wife's friend, who is quite the flirt, and also very willing to get her drink on as well. They went to the first bar (yes, I did say FIRST here), and proceeded to have a few, and talk. The two wives decided to go to another place, and my wife and her friend dropped by her brother's house to say hello before continuing on. During this, the wife called, and found out about the visit. Jealousy reigned supreme, and all hell broke loose.
Apparently, when you've cheated on your spouse, you're unable to think that the other one is willing and able to think about nothing but their love and affection for their loved one, and so the assumption is that because they did it, the other one will as well.
My wife and friend get to the next bar, and conversation starts, but there's a lying undertone of malice. One wife leaves the bar for a while, assumed to go out for a smoke, yet leaving her smokes and keys and purse on the table.
I don't know about you, but I find it awfully difficult to smoke when I don't have a cigarette, don't you?
Add to this that these two wives were also shamelessly flirting with men at other tables.
I wasn't there, but from some things I've observed, I highly doubt that my wife and her friend were lying about these actions.
Now we get to the problem I've got.
This family of my bride's is really starting to annoy me.
Now? She doesn't care what they do. They've chewed her out, called her a bitch, and proceeded to erase her from their lives.
Why?
Because they are running away from their problems, and deciding that if they cover it up enough, then they won't have to deal with their ugly and dirty laundry that they've scattered all over this small town.
Now, I'm normally laid back, and reserved. I don't like to get into a confrontation.
However, if I were to see either of these two families anytime soon, I'd be more than willing to give them a piece of my mind.
They've used our goodwill, and our hospitality, and then tossed us to the curb when it got to be something "normal". Now, they aren't willing to talk, and since we know that they're not the stellar people that they've professed to be, they're trying to run away and hide.
For me, I could care.
But I hurt for the loss done to my wife.
It's family she knew that she had, but hasn't really had time to connect with.
Knowing the character of these folks now, I can honestly say "good riddance", but there is a part of me that wishes things could have been different somehow.
Anyway, I'm off after today, and I'm going to be away on vacation.
I'll write more when I get back, and tell you all about our trip, and the fun things we did.. Maybe even some of the drama that I'm suspecting is going to rear it's ugly head, too!
Have a great week, and I'll see you all on the 24th!
I lied.
My wife is a very single-minded individual when it comes to things she wants. This can be a good or bad thing, but for me, I see it as a blessing and one of her best character traits.
This last year, she finally found her half-brothers, and made contact with them, and was able to meet them and their wives.
Myself, I didn't see much in it, because I'd grown up with my family all around me, and not had the supposed stigma of a divided family where my brother is only like 9 days older than myself..
Thus, we get to an issue that happened this week that has really bothered me.
Since reconnecting with her brothers, my wife has been trying to do everything possible to befriend and get to know these folks that she shares common blood with.
I applaud this, and I encouraged her.
However, the more she tried to get to know them, the more we were pushed away.
Now? I'm pissed.
My wife went out this last weekend with the girls. This led to some curious behavior, and high-school drama best left to children, and not adults.
First off, the new additions to the family are drinkers. I don't really have a problem with folks drinking, in fact I have a glass or two myself every now and then. However, it does decrease your mental capacity, and you might say or do things which on a "normal" day you wouldn't think of doing otherwise.
Well, on one such occasion, the two were drinking, and were quite inebriated. This led to a confession from the wife of one of the brothers to my wife about her and some indiscretions she'd taken while being married.
My wife kept it quiet. After all, she wanted to be there FOR her family, not tear it apart.
A few weeks later, at another get-together, the bride of the other brother while intoxicated also admitted that there had been indiscretions committed by the other wife while she was married. I was actually in the room at this time, and heard this confession.
Now, just this last week, the ladies went out again, and got their drink on. Enter in my wife's friend, who is quite the flirt, and also very willing to get her drink on as well. They went to the first bar (yes, I did say FIRST here), and proceeded to have a few, and talk. The two wives decided to go to another place, and my wife and her friend dropped by her brother's house to say hello before continuing on. During this, the wife called, and found out about the visit. Jealousy reigned supreme, and all hell broke loose.
Apparently, when you've cheated on your spouse, you're unable to think that the other one is willing and able to think about nothing but their love and affection for their loved one, and so the assumption is that because they did it, the other one will as well.
My wife and friend get to the next bar, and conversation starts, but there's a lying undertone of malice. One wife leaves the bar for a while, assumed to go out for a smoke, yet leaving her smokes and keys and purse on the table.
I don't know about you, but I find it awfully difficult to smoke when I don't have a cigarette, don't you?
Add to this that these two wives were also shamelessly flirting with men at other tables.
I wasn't there, but from some things I've observed, I highly doubt that my wife and her friend were lying about these actions.
Now we get to the problem I've got.
This family of my bride's is really starting to annoy me.
Now? She doesn't care what they do. They've chewed her out, called her a bitch, and proceeded to erase her from their lives.
Why?
Because they are running away from their problems, and deciding that if they cover it up enough, then they won't have to deal with their ugly and dirty laundry that they've scattered all over this small town.
Now, I'm normally laid back, and reserved. I don't like to get into a confrontation.
However, if I were to see either of these two families anytime soon, I'd be more than willing to give them a piece of my mind.
They've used our goodwill, and our hospitality, and then tossed us to the curb when it got to be something "normal". Now, they aren't willing to talk, and since we know that they're not the stellar people that they've professed to be, they're trying to run away and hide.
For me, I could care.
But I hurt for the loss done to my wife.
It's family she knew that she had, but hasn't really had time to connect with.
Knowing the character of these folks now, I can honestly say "good riddance", but there is a part of me that wishes things could have been different somehow.
Anyway, I'm off after today, and I'm going to be away on vacation.
I'll write more when I get back, and tell you all about our trip, and the fun things we did.. Maybe even some of the drama that I'm suspecting is going to rear it's ugly head, too!
Have a great week, and I'll see you all on the 24th!
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