Tuesday, January 29, 2008

My life is a country song....



Okay, so this is really a silly post, but something that totally annoys me about the MIL is how she is constantly quoting County Music songs. Her favorite quote right now is "Everyone dies famous in a small town." It is a great song and love Miranda Lambert, but every time that MIL makes a quote, I just want to vomit!!!! First of all, she never seems to use the quote with the right context....it reminds me of when Joey keeps using the quotation marks to Ross, yet they are always used at the wrong times. Friends is a comedy on TV....the MIL is NOT a comedian. I think that she is trying to be funny and witty....but it comes across as awkward and embarrassing. I realize this has nothing to do with anything....but it is annoying and I needed to get it off my chest before I exploded at her. She is a huge GAC fan, so I am always hearing about videos. I have told her countless times that I do not watch GAC; but she continues to ask me 'Did you see that new video by....?' I always politely say No, I don't have time to watch GAC. I have a job and a husband and three children and hobbies and a life.....I don't lay around all day and night, watching TV and trying to relate my every move to a Country Music Song or Video. It is really pathetic and sad.....so I am trying to be patient for the hubby's sake. He cannot help that his mother is an emotional mental case and his father is emotionally unavailable.




Speaking of uncontrollable parents.....


Next you have my father who is clueless to life outside of his own little world. He came to town last week to celebrate Karah's birthday. He was at a work conference in Manhattan and thought since he was so close to us (what the f????) that he would come over one evening and visit. The almost 62 year old man got lost leaving Manhattan, so was late to begin with. Then, he took another wrong turn and ended up in Matfield Green before he realized that he missed Highway 50. SERIOUSLY????? He finally arrived at our house shortly after 8 p.m. There is no way that my children could have waited til 8:00 p.m. to eat supper, so I fed them earlier. After visiting for a short while, my father and I left for dinner at Applebee's. He had a gift card, so he wanted to treat me to dinner. My father had been in Manhattan at a conference for his new job....he is an Enumerator for the State of Kansas. I have a business card to prove it. (sarcastic tone) The entire ride over to the restaurant was miserable. He told me, in depth, about the food and breakfast buffet options at his hotel in Manhattan. I also had to hear about the cost of the hotel room and how the State was spending a lot of money on this training. I don't think this man had been inside a hotel, let alone stayed at one in decades. (not joking) Throughout dinner, I had to hear mind-numbing stories about his new job. You would have thought that he was the only person on earth with a job. When the ticket arrived, he handed the waiter his gift card. He was so clueless about how the gift card worked and I was totally embarrassed. Our meal totaled $33, yet the gift card only had $25 on it. He could not understand that he owed the difference. So, he left a $10 and was proud about leaving the waiter a $1.87 tip. WHAT THE???? I still need to go back and leave the poor guy a decent tip. My dad can be kinda rude at times. Plus I was worried that the waiter thought I was his date and not his daughter. My dad has this funky Abe Lincoln beard thing going, so he looks kinda scary and extremely old. When I finally got back home, it was after 10:00 p.m. Seth was still awake and TJ was being an ASS. It was like a twilight zone and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and make the day end. My dad came back into our house and waited while he trucked warmed up. He just stood in my living room while I tried to get Seth settled down for bedtime. TJ hates my father, so he was in the bedroom, being a jerk and refused to help me. Plus, Seth had spilled a cup of milk on our bed, so TJ had stripped down the sheets, but could not find the spare sheets, so he was mad at me for that. I was not even home; yet it was my fault?!?!?!?!? I had to find the sheets, make the bed, get Seth to settle down, all the while my dad is just standing there. It was bizarre. I mean, seriously.....take a seat and relax old man!!!! He finally left and Seth finally calmed down. TJ was still being an ASS...but what's new???? Like I said, he cannot stand my father, so he was pissed off that I agreed to have dinner with the man. Granted, my father only comes around at his convenience, which makes TJ angry. But I see no point in being rude to the man. We only see him a few times a year and visit with him on the phone about once a week. His presence in our lives is minimal.




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