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Pardon me while I kvetch. I apologize in advance for any typos, misspellings, etc. It's been a long day. Yesterday was a long day, too. But if I honestly have any hope of getting a good night's sleep-- I mean falling asleep quickly, and NOT waking up at five, or six, or seven, or eight-- then I need to just spill all this stuff and, hopefully, get it off my chest, head, and other body parts. For a little while.
Let me rant on yesterday first. Er... two days ago, if you look at the clock, I suppose... But forget the clock. I'm talking about um... Friday. That day. I'm losing track of days. Anyway, I drive a car that used to belong to my grandparents. It's... um... I think it's a '97... something or other that you see on the road and expect to find a man behind the wheel of at least seventy years of age, seventy being the bare minimum. I digress. I went to work yesterday, and my window wouldn't roll up. It was stuck halfway down, in the mall parking lot-- not at all a trustworthy mall, either. And did I mention the torrential downpours we were having on and off yesterday? My window was stuck halfway down and you could EASILY reach a hand in and unlock it, get right in, do you have any clue how much it is to insure that car? (I sould've appologized for grammatical errors too. I'd usually have a period or a semi-colon in there but I'd rather ramble about that than go back and fix it. Deal with it.) So I called my parents, who, being the wonderful people they are, dropped everything to come rescue my car. And I worked. And found that I was scheduled to work the weekend of my sister's wedding-- NEXT WEEKEND-- when I'm very much supposed to have it off. (They won't miss me if I don't show at the wedding, right? I'm only the maid of honor. <Rolls eyes>) So that got taken care of, but come on, Mr. Manager, look at the calendar, please?
Anyway, when I got home last night I found that my entire family had been having a rotten day. My dad was trying to hang pictures, and the frames kept breaking. My mom was planning to do laundry, but my sister brought her laundry to do, so Mom ended up doing my sister's laundry. Meanwhile my sister and her fiance went to get their marriage licence, having been told that the place was open until 7:30, only to find that you had to be in the door by 5, which they were not, so now they'll have to both leave work early sometime this week to get it... My sister was making great progress scanning in pictures for the slideshow that'll be in the background at the wedding, only to find that the computer had stopped saving the pictures rather early on...
Then to top it all off, we got a phone call from my aunt, regarding my grandmother. Now... I love my grandmother. She's 83, she lives alone, she still shops like she has six kids, a husband, and a mother to feed, she's headstrong and stubborn and independent and can't accept the fact that she's not as young as she used to be, she shouldn't be doing as much as she used to do, which is why starting around New Year's '07 she was back and forth between hospital and nursing home for six months. (On Easter, we had a family party at her house, without her, to take down Christmas decorations and clean out her fridge. In case you're wondering, devilled eggs turn purple when they spoil.) To be perfectly honest, we really thought she would never bounce back. My dad and aunt were fearfully preparing to sit down and talk to her about selling the house... But she bounced back. She usually walks with a cane now, or a walker, because she doesn't trust her balance... But for some reason, on Friday, she just had to return something to Menards, and she got caught in one of those turnstile dealies that only go one way. She fell down and broke her hip. She now needs hip replacement surgery.
She was supposed to have that surgery today. But then, she was also supposed to be escorted down the aisle at my sister's wedding in a week. Did I mention that my manager at work, at least twenty, probably thirty years younger than my grandmother, had a hip replacement surgery and is now on SIX WEEKS medical leave?
You notice I say she was SUPPOSED to have that surgery today, today meaning Saturday. (Yes, I know the clock says i'ts not Saturday anymore. Hush. I don't care.) Well, apparently my aunt got to the hospital at 2:30 and was told the surgery could be as late as 10:00 tonight. I got off work at 10:00 tonight and got home to find my parents getting ready to walk out the door to go to the hospital to be there during the surgery. I went with thim. We were about halfway there when my aunt called again to say that the surgery had been CANCELLED because it had gotten too late.
So here's where things stand now: The doctor is going to try to get my grandmother into surgery at six o'clock Sunday morning. (That's as early as possible.) Mom is staing at the hospital tonight. We'll get phone calls about whether or not Grandma actually gets into surgery. My understanding is that there's about a one percent chance that my grandmother will maike it to the wedding. Not that that's the biggest issue here, but this is the first time since I was... six or seven, around there... that the ENTIRE family-- aunts, uncles, cousins, cousins-in-law, cousins' kids-- will be in town. There's gonna be a big picture. I know, it's THE MOST MINOR ISSUE in all of this, especially since-- pardon me for saying-- my grandmother's bowels can get messed up very easily, which is WHY she was back-and-forth between hospital and nursing home so much last year.
...I think that's all I've got on the Grandma front.
Oh, and our washing machine is broken, too.
And i haven't been sleeping well. And the wedding's in a week. And...
...Yeah. <Sigh>. Just oy.
But lemme lok on the bright side a minute. Lemme count my blessings.
I know my grandmother. In fact, I know BOTH of my grandmothers. They're both alive and well enough to give us some major headaches. That's a blessing. I knew both of my grandfathers, too, and my great-grandmother. That's a blessing.
My sister's getting married. To a good man. Now THAT is a blessing.
I have a family so big that it's next to impossible to get us all together for a picture. What a blessing!
...I...
...I don't feel like counting the rest. I'm blessed. I get it. I am very, very lucky, and grateful for that, but I'm hungry and tired and I wanna sleep.
So thank you for being a nice safe sounding board, Muppet Central. I feel better now. <HUGS!> What a nice forum. That's another blessing.
Let me rant on yesterday first. Er... two days ago, if you look at the clock, I suppose... But forget the clock. I'm talking about um... Friday. That day. I'm losing track of days. Anyway, I drive a car that used to belong to my grandparents. It's... um... I think it's a '97... something or other that you see on the road and expect to find a man behind the wheel of at least seventy years of age, seventy being the bare minimum. I digress. I went to work yesterday, and my window wouldn't roll up. It was stuck halfway down, in the mall parking lot-- not at all a trustworthy mall, either. And did I mention the torrential downpours we were having on and off yesterday? My window was stuck halfway down and you could EASILY reach a hand in and unlock it, get right in, do you have any clue how much it is to insure that car? (I sould've appologized for grammatical errors too. I'd usually have a period or a semi-colon in there but I'd rather ramble about that than go back and fix it. Deal with it.) So I called my parents, who, being the wonderful people they are, dropped everything to come rescue my car. And I worked. And found that I was scheduled to work the weekend of my sister's wedding-- NEXT WEEKEND-- when I'm very much supposed to have it off. (They won't miss me if I don't show at the wedding, right? I'm only the maid of honor. <Rolls eyes>) So that got taken care of, but come on, Mr. Manager, look at the calendar, please?
Anyway, when I got home last night I found that my entire family had been having a rotten day. My dad was trying to hang pictures, and the frames kept breaking. My mom was planning to do laundry, but my sister brought her laundry to do, so Mom ended up doing my sister's laundry. Meanwhile my sister and her fiance went to get their marriage licence, having been told that the place was open until 7:30, only to find that you had to be in the door by 5, which they were not, so now they'll have to both leave work early sometime this week to get it... My sister was making great progress scanning in pictures for the slideshow that'll be in the background at the wedding, only to find that the computer had stopped saving the pictures rather early on...
Then to top it all off, we got a phone call from my aunt, regarding my grandmother. Now... I love my grandmother. She's 83, she lives alone, she still shops like she has six kids, a husband, and a mother to feed, she's headstrong and stubborn and independent and can't accept the fact that she's not as young as she used to be, she shouldn't be doing as much as she used to do, which is why starting around New Year's '07 she was back and forth between hospital and nursing home for six months. (On Easter, we had a family party at her house, without her, to take down Christmas decorations and clean out her fridge. In case you're wondering, devilled eggs turn purple when they spoil.) To be perfectly honest, we really thought she would never bounce back. My dad and aunt were fearfully preparing to sit down and talk to her about selling the house... But she bounced back. She usually walks with a cane now, or a walker, because she doesn't trust her balance... But for some reason, on Friday, she just had to return something to Menards, and she got caught in one of those turnstile dealies that only go one way. She fell down and broke her hip. She now needs hip replacement surgery.
She was supposed to have that surgery today. But then, she was also supposed to be escorted down the aisle at my sister's wedding in a week. Did I mention that my manager at work, at least twenty, probably thirty years younger than my grandmother, had a hip replacement surgery and is now on SIX WEEKS medical leave?
You notice I say she was SUPPOSED to have that surgery today, today meaning Saturday. (Yes, I know the clock says i'ts not Saturday anymore. Hush. I don't care.) Well, apparently my aunt got to the hospital at 2:30 and was told the surgery could be as late as 10:00 tonight. I got off work at 10:00 tonight and got home to find my parents getting ready to walk out the door to go to the hospital to be there during the surgery. I went with thim. We were about halfway there when my aunt called again to say that the surgery had been CANCELLED because it had gotten too late.
So here's where things stand now: The doctor is going to try to get my grandmother into surgery at six o'clock Sunday morning. (That's as early as possible.) Mom is staing at the hospital tonight. We'll get phone calls about whether or not Grandma actually gets into surgery. My understanding is that there's about a one percent chance that my grandmother will maike it to the wedding. Not that that's the biggest issue here, but this is the first time since I was... six or seven, around there... that the ENTIRE family-- aunts, uncles, cousins, cousins-in-law, cousins' kids-- will be in town. There's gonna be a big picture. I know, it's THE MOST MINOR ISSUE in all of this, especially since-- pardon me for saying-- my grandmother's bowels can get messed up very easily, which is WHY she was back-and-forth between hospital and nursing home so much last year.
...I think that's all I've got on the Grandma front.
Oh, and our washing machine is broken, too.
And i haven't been sleeping well. And the wedding's in a week. And...
...Yeah. <Sigh>. Just oy.
But lemme lok on the bright side a minute. Lemme count my blessings.
I know my grandmother. In fact, I know BOTH of my grandmothers. They're both alive and well enough to give us some major headaches. That's a blessing. I knew both of my grandfathers, too, and my great-grandmother. That's a blessing.
My sister's getting married. To a good man. Now THAT is a blessing.
I have a family so big that it's next to impossible to get us all together for a picture. What a blessing!
...I...
...I don't feel like counting the rest. I'm blessed. I get it. I am very, very lucky, and grateful for that, but I'm hungry and tired and I wanna sleep.
So thank you for being a nice safe sounding board, Muppet Central. I feel better now. <HUGS!> What a nice forum. That's another blessing.
). And you know, of course, that moi am here por vous too! Hit me up on MSN and tell me to stop going off on random tangents and listen to you speak! Er... type. Er... watch you type. ...Something like that. You know I got your back, dude! Don't be afraid to let me have it! *gets punched* Not... like that... *collapses* *HUGS der Lisa poo!* It's a stressful time--weddings always are! But now it seems like you've got a little more on your plate currently--but I know you'll bounce back! You're very rubbery! ...Yes, that's supposed to be a compliment. I don't know how either...
