Friday after our breakfast we went to the pool and hung out for awhile. A late morning nap by the pool was great. The pool was so warm I could jump right in. The ocean, or gulf, not so much.
Rick by the pool....this photo is right side up in my phone and on my computer but I can't get it that way on the blog. So turn your head.
I saw these two at the end of the pool who I pointed out to Rick will be us in a few years. I will be wearing a hat to escape the sun on my face and we'll still be floating around on the noodles. Which of course we did over the weekend. This couple was cute. We saw them around the hotel quite a bit, beach bar, restaurant, as well as the pool. Always holding hands and such, they were just cute.
I meet a woman in the pool. The woman just came up to me and began chatting. I couldn't get away. Even if she hadn't had an accent I would have surmised she was from the U.K. just from her horrific teeth. She was telling me about her travels around America. I wanted to say, "stay home and put the money in your teeth woman!" Why do people from the U.K have such rotten teeth? Do they not have dental coverage there? What is wrong with the dentists there? Holy crow here in my world I am told because I have one tooth that has moved I must get it fixed stat! This woman had only 1/2 a mouth of yellow, crooked, gross looking teeth that made her look old and ugly when she spoke or smiled, which was often. She was neither really. She would have been younger looking as well if she had a full mouth of teeth. I don't believer her to be any older than me. She told such funny stories. She and her husband couldn't wait to go to Walmart. Oh heaven's. Really? You think America and you think Walmart? Those horrible humans who own it? Those who pay their people terribly and even they can't afford the shitty quality of things you can buy there? Oh yea, Welcome to America. Oh what has happened to us? I asked her why Walmart. She stated that she heard that was where Americans go when they are downtrodden. She assumed the majority of America needed that store. Holy shit this is what America is to the outside world? I asked if she liked it and she said it was amusing and it was everything she thought it would be. I did not ask more about it. It made me sad. She also couldn't wait to get to Macy's. Apparently those are the only 2 America stores she has heard of and had to visit. I honestly couldn't get away from her. She stopped talking and I said nice to meet you and swam away. She came back. Oiy Vay. When I saw her another day at the pool we nodded hello and went to the beach instead. Bad American Walmart hating Margaret. Saturday was the big shingdig. I didn't take many pictures because I was being a social butterfly. Most of these are from Rick. So don't blame me for the quality of photos.
The host - my cousin Bobby (bald) and his partner Bob.
My cousin Ron from Washington State
My cousin Steve who shaved his head. He made the mistake of asking if I liked it. I did not. Do not ask me if you don't want me to answer. He's a vegetarian now so he took a lot of shit from the cousins.
This back yard was awesome. It was enormous. There was an open room to the left where the kitchen was and a big ping pong table. The fruit trees were awesome. How great would it be to get bananas from your yard. As well as oranges, limes and lemons? I would LOVE that. But I wouldn't want to live in Florida so I guess I'll never get to enjoy that perk.
This is my cousin Johnny's wife, Lana, who is pregnant and everyone was teasing her about her boobs. I didn't think they were that big but I had not met her before (his 2nd wife) so I had nothing to compare. Apparently so far it's a big difference and everyone was happy, including herself that the titty fairy had come to visit.
This is Johnny, Bobby's brother. He's a bit bigger and balder since last time I saw him. But aren't we all? But still funny as hell!! I don't get shaving ones head when you have hair though. But it is hot as hell there so perhaps that is why everyone is doing it there.
My cousin Bobby again. I adore this man. He is close to a brother to me, maybe better because I just love him to pieces.
This is Bobby's son Justin. He and I were cleaning up in the kitchen and he got me laughing so hard that I began to choke. This kid (well not a kid really he's 34) is smart, quick and a smart ass. Nothin' I love better. It was so good to see him. I hadn't seen him since he was like 12.
Sadly, It's been awhile.
Okay these are 2 of Bob and Bobby's friends. This is from left to right, Rick, Len and Bobby.
Rick and Len were funny flamboyant men. At one point my cousin, Ron, Ralph and Joel were talking about women along with Rick . Rick said his top two were Salma Hayek and Sophia Vergara. Len and I were sitting there as well listening to them go on. They had all decided if they could only have one it'd be Sophia. Len leans over to me and quietly says to me with such disgust, "She's all about her extensions" I burst out laughing. I said, "Len I don't think they have noticed her extensions" (Len is a hairdresser)
The boys all heard his comment and we all laughed and Rick said, "She has hair?"
Only a gay guy would notice her hair and that was very funny to me!
The man kneeling is another of Bobby's children. This is Joel. Another terrific young man who's wife and daughter I finally got to meet. Both beautiful. Joel is a talented, charismatic, sweet man. I love him. He is very much like his father to me. The gal in the orange is my cousin Betsy, one of Bobby's sisters.
Just dago's galore people.
And lastly the beach....This was Rick coming back to the chair and I told him it was his Bo Derek moment. (from the movie 10 remember?)
This is my hubby telling me to grab my phone and get the picture of the man wearing the women's clothing. Rick swore he had a tube of sunscreen in his bikini bottom.
He couldn't look away. He kept saying, "I know it's all kinds of wrong but it's like an eye magnet" That too made me giggle.
I kept taking photo's of Rick's feet and posting them on Facebook. It was driving him mad. So of course I did it more. I'm a good wife like that.
And lastly this is showing you my pigging out "event" We had these for lunch on my last day. Just junk no food. Liquor and chips. These are homemade chips with a chunky blue cheese sauce with tomatoes and scallions. I knew I shouldn't eat them. I knew they were fried in a fryer that had fried bread batter so there would be cross contamination of gluten. But I ate them while drinking a few fun rum cocktails. Within the hour, I was in the bathroom and my feet, legs and body swelled up like a blow fish. My flight home was miserable due to this. Even today I am swollen and it will be a full week until this is gone. That is what you see. The stuff you can't see isn't pretty either. I knew better and yet I did it. So I have no one to blame but myself.
But, boy they were good....for a short while anyway. Look yummy don't they?
We laughed so much we both said that we needed to leave so our cheeks could get a break.
On the trip home we were compiling the one liners that we both heard.
When we got to the airport 2 of my cousins heading west were 2 gates down from our gate.
We told them some of the lines we had compiled and of course they howled.
Ralph said to keep them for next year and read them at the party.
I may just have to do that.
Repeating them here would make no sense to any of you but trust me they're funny.
Friday we got in at 10:15am. We went directly to the rental car and picked up our vehicle for the trip. They gave us a BMW 500 series. A very nice car. We did not request this but apparently we got upgraded at no extra cost. I asked because of course I fear this is going to cost me. But it did not. We walked to where they tell us we'll find the car. We opened the trunk and threw in our luggage. And off we go.....or so we thought.
Now this is where we felt oh so old. We have older vehicles so we need to put a key into the ignition and start the car. This was press button. But we kept pressing the button and nothing was happening. We are now melting inside this car. I open the glove box looking for a manual and we are laughing at ourselves because, let's face it, this is pitiful. We can't start the damn car. I tell Rick to go ask. Apparently that is like asking for directions and there was no way in hell he said he was doing that, "we'll figure it out" he says. I was taking off layers of clothes as we sit there melting and trying to figure this out. Then for some unknown reason he puts his foot on the brake and viola! it started.
Great we got it started but now we can't work anything else. Oh what I would have given for a damn manual. The navigation system was not Garmin which I am familiar with. Damn, that would have been We finally get this going and as we are heading to our hotel we are laughing because we can't figure out the radio. So we drive with only the navigation lady yapping in our ears. Boy this made us feel like idiots!
We were told that this hotel was a great location from Bobby's house (where party is being held) and it was right on the beach. Bobby lives in St. Petersburg Florida and our hotel was on Treasure Island Florida.
Upon pulling up to the hotel we both thought, "ooh this may be not what we are used to"
But it was great. It looked 1950's on the outside but it was nice inside and had all we needed.
Our room wasn't ready so we took our luggage to the bathroom and just got out of our cold weather clothes and put on our swimsuits and clothes over top. We headed to lunch now that it was noon. This restaurant was on the beach at the hotel. Rick devoured a burger with lobster, shrimp and a lobster bisque sauce over it all. He moaned a lot so I think he was in heaven. Me, a boring salad, but it was very good.
We headed to the beach. We figured we may as well get some sun before the festivities of the night. We people watched and counted all the boob jobs. That was a fun game.
Then we saw this man.
Now if he is transitioning that is just fine. But I think I may have gone with a wig or at the least a hat. But if he's proud, then damn it go for it.
He didn't have fake boobs or any boobs. If you can blow this up you can see he has a nice manicure as well.
I saw him coming down the beach and thought, "what the hell is she packing in that bottom? and then I noticed his earrings. They were very shiny. The closer he got I realized that was not a woman at all. You may need to blow this up to get the full effect. I wish I had grabbed for my phone sooner because you needed to see this straight on. His package barely fit in this woman's bathing suit bottom. In fact the suit was not up against his body - it was away due to his ...well let's just say this bottom is made for women's parts. God love him. I don't walk up and down the beach in a suit and he sure didn't seem to mind. On his return I just couldn't snap a photo for you all to see all that God gave him because it would have been too obvious what I was doing. Trust me on this, he was noticeable.
Yep that's a thong all right.. I used my phone so the lighting isn't great. But you get the gist.
They called us on the beach and said they had a room ready. We got our room and it was very nice. Great bathroom, very large and a nice room and kitchen. We had a balcony overlooking the beach. Everything was great.
Friday night they were having a soiree at a place in St. Pete's that was a shuffleboard club.
They supplied pizza and beers. Since I can't eat pizza or drink beers we told them we'd meet them there after we had some dinner. We found a great place downtown near the shuffleboard club. We didn't have reservations so we bellied up to the bar, which in all honesty is our favorite anyways. We had a cocktail and ordered dinner. Oh my was it superb. We had this bacon appetizer to die for. We had a great meal and were now ready to see everyone. We headed 2 minutes away for the shuffleboard location. What fun.
Everyone was drinking and playing and mingling and it was just great. My cousin Bobby who is gay was really quite good at this as he proclaimed, " Who knew? I'm athletic!" Well that made us all crack up laughing. When I heard shuffleboard I thought, Old people and boring. It was not boring and while some of us are old, some were not, all ages had a ball.
This was breakfast the next morning. We bought some eggs etc for our room to eat in since I have issues eating out and getting gluten smacked. We made eggs and bacon and had a nice meal on our patio.
This is what we saw off our patio Saturday morning. You can still see the moon on this one.
This was to the south or left off our deck.
the morning shadows below
This was right below us. I thought this would be loud in the evening but it wasn't. Thank goodness.
This is our grape juice that we had after breakfast and coffee.
Yes, that is the real time on Saturday morning.
Hey, don't judge it's grape juice, just fermented.
We had no where to go and damn it we're on vacation!
I was shopping for jeans in this pretty pink store. The sales woman was super helpful and showed me what she said were the best seller and if I tried them on I would see why. They had a lot of stretch. And when I say a lot I mean it. But you wouldn't be able to tell at all she tells me enthusiastically I took them to the dressing room and as I was entering one room a tall drink of blonde water entered the room next to me. We smiled and nodded to one another as one does in this situation. I bet every thing looks great on her was the thought going through my head. The sales woman is standing outside the dressing room by the mirror waiting for us. Sadly I walked out to view myself in the mirror at the exact same time as this tall skinny bitch. She squeals, “OMG I LOVE THESE. I COULD DO YOGA IN THESE PANTS”
Honest to God at the same time I say"Oooh, I could eat in these pants!" Never even occurred to me to exercise in my stretchy new jeans. Oh heavens no! My sick mind went directly to, ooh, drinking and eating would be allowed in these stretchy new jeans. Pathetic aren't I?
It has been brought to my attention that there are actually folks who are concerned of my where abouts since I am not on the blog. Rest assured I am not dead. I am buried under paper, to do lists and talking daily to stupid people. I am leaving for 3.5 sun filled days in Florida. So until I return I will continue to be MIA from this blog.
Normal people would be going to New England at this time of year for fall foliage, apples, maple sugar and all the other goodies one gets up there. But I'm going south to stick my toes in the sand, suck up sea air and to drink a lot of wine with all my dago cousins. My neighbors are on house watch and we're ready to hit the sky. I understand they are now taking ones temperature at my local airport. One TV station said said only those deplaning from Africa will have to have their temperature taken. Another TV station said all passenger going through the airport will be having their temps taken. So I imagine this will just be a surprise of what will be happening when I get to the airport in the morning. I don't like surprises much. But as long as it isn't a rectal thermometer I guess I'm okay with it.
I answer the phone as I do here in the office and this conversation takes place today. Me: Good Morning, XYZ company, may I help you? Lady: Hi Peggy, this is XXX do you remember me? You did a job for us in July of this year. (me scurrying to look her up on my spreadsheet - I see her and see what we did for her) Me: Sure (insert name) I remember you. (my nose is growing like Pinocchio) How are you? Lady: I'm fine. You did such a good job I'd love it if you could come back and do the wall tiles in our 2nd bath. Just the tiles though. Me: Thank you XXX We'd love to come back and do the 2nd bath. (I then go into all my questions about what she needs and what we will do and await her answers etc) Me: It will only take about 4 hours and the cost would be $XYZ. Lady: WHAT? You're charging us? I thought you could just do this when in this area. Aren't you in Springfield a lot of the time? Me: Why yes we are there a lot, but there would still be a charge. Did you think this would be free for some reason? Lady: Yes, I did because you've done work for me before I assumed you'd do our 2nd bathroom for free. **Seriously blogger friends I was stunned silent. I wanted to laugh because, c'mon, really, you think this will be free? It must be a joke. But then I realized she was damn serious. Me: (insert name) I'm sorry but there would be a charge for the 2nd bathroom. Do you wish to move forward? (I decided to make it short and sweet because if she is this stupid then explaining anything more as to why would just be a mute point) Lady: No, I don't think so because I really thought you'd just do this for free this time. We'll have to wait awhile if we have to pay for it. I'll call you back after we save more money. Maybe later in the year. Me: Okay we'll be here when you need us. Thanks for calling. Okay she wasn't angry with me or mean as most are for far less, but I am just shocked that she thinks we would do another job for free because this is the 2nd time we would work with her. I wonder if her hairdresser gives her free haircuts since she keeps going back to the same person. I should try this. Hey, I wonder if my insurance company will give me free coverage on this 3rd vehicle for work since we already insure 2 other vehicles with them. I may just ring them up right now and find out. Think they'll laugh? People are friggin' nuts!
These American Ebola patients, infected people, however we are now referring to them, have come into the States through Washington Dulles Airport I just read. Great. I am leaving through Washington Dulles airport on Friday morning. They say you can't catch this disease unless the person is sick. So could anyone at the airport now be sick and not know it and still be working? I have been trying to figure out what to wear on this trip. I'm now thinking a hazmat suit would be best. So what do you think? Know where I could buy one?
I really have nothing people so I'm just going to vent, whine and bitch. Okay? As you all know so very well Rick got Lyme Disease. And as I mentioned just before vacation his blood work all came back normal. Also I told you that this can just be remission or it's really gone. Only time will tell. They believe just remission though. But the good news of all this is that he no longer has to take high blood pressure medication. Rick has been on this medication since he was quite young and thin. They never understood why when all of his other blood work and tests showed to be perfect or even low (like cholesterol was 178 or at times lower) So this was a mystery. Because he is adopted he doesn't know family history so they just kept telling him it was 'run of the mill" high blood pressure. But it seems the Lyme Disease cured it. He did lose some weight but as I said he never was heavy when he was in his 20's and 30's and it was high then. The doctor told him that they find this happens a great deal after contacting Lyme Disease and they have no idea why. We, of course want to believe this is all a good thing. Weird as it is we are just taking this as a good thing that came out of a shitty thing. He is now medication free and feeling great. He just completed more tests and we just heard the results. The cardiologists said everything was text book perfect. They were in shock. Interesting though isn't it? This is my Throw Back Thursday photo of the week. This is me with the brown hair and my sister Pam the blonde. This is also my Grandmother who is evil. Evil Thomasina. I don't think the word evil was on her birth certificate but should have been.
I would venture to guess that my Grandmother here is my age or younger. I think the reason she looks so damn old is because she was as mean as a snake. Did you ever watch the Soprano's? Do you remember Tony's mother? She tried to kill her son and all kinds of other mean horrific things. That is this woman to a T. I mean she was exactly evil like her. So much so that when I first saw the mom on Tony Soprano it gave me chills. I immediately called my sister while the show was still on and said, "Are you watching the Sopranos?" and before I could go on my sister yelled into the phone, "OMG is that Grandma D or what?" I hated her. She was always incredibly mean to me especially. She would walk by me and smack me upside the head. When I would ask, "What is that for?" She would tell me it was because I looked like my father. Of course she never did this around my parents. Only when my sister and I were alone with her. Oh how I disliked her. But most of all she scared me to death. When my mom was sick with cancer she was just as mean. I remember my mom calling her and asking her to come to the house for some help. When my mother was struggling with things around the house I'd hear dad say, "Call your mom to help out." She had never helped before or offered and my mom never wanted to call her. I also knew it took helluva lot for my mother to make that call to even ask. My mom asked if she could come to our house and give her a hand with a few things. She told my mom, "I can't I'm going shopping with your sister Eleanor today, you'll be fine" I remember so vividly my mom slumping down on the chair that was under the phone on the wall and crying. I asked her if Grandma was coming and she stood up and composed herself and told me, no she was going shopping and that maybe I could help her. I only know what was really said because I heard her tell my father. And of course while she told him she was crying again. My mom knew she was dying. I didn't at this point but I knew she was weak, tired and sick. I resented this woman so very much for hurting my mom. But I didn't like her before this either. What she did to other family members was awful and far worse than the alienating she did to her children. Trust me it is just like the Soprano's mother. She never did come to help- ever. Not even to help us out after mom died. Other aunts and friends did. Mostly my fathers side of the family helped us out. This woman was so cold it was hard to wrap your head around. Even as a child I knew she was not nice. When my mom died she made a such a scene at the funeral, throwing herself across the casket wailing loudly. I was only 13 and I remember leaning over to my dad and saying, "She should have been an actress" My father put his fingers to his lips and Shh'd me and said that wasn't nice" But I didn't get what my sister and I called his "look" So while I knew it was wrong what I just said, I also knew he wasn't as mad as he was acting. As adult I now know he felt the same way but of course he couldn't tell a 13 year old that he too thought my Grandmother was an awful human being. Apparently she was a shit head to him as well and he knew she was to everyone unless for some reason she liked you. She was according to my father mean to her siblings, her husband and I know for a fact certain children other than my mom. Who does that shit? In this photo it is the only time I've seen her smile. She loved my sister Pam, the blonde in the picture. Pam could do no wrong. If Pam wanted it Pam got it. So a lot of times when we stayed over night there or were visiting and she's ask what we wanted for breakfast and lunch Pam got whatever she wanted. I did not. One time Pam said, "I don't know" when asked what she wanted for breakfast. I wanted oatmeal, I loved her oatmeal for some reason. I told Pam to ask for that. Pam did, because she may have only been 7 but she knew that Grandma did everything for her and nothing for me.....except slap me regularly for no good reason. If Pam wanted pastina for lunch she got it and I got some if it was left over and no one else wanted it. I loved pastina but if I asked I wouldn't get it. Once Pam said she wanted seconds so I could get a full bowl. When she wasn't looking Pam put it in my bowl. I got the scraps. I was scared of her so I said nothing. When she was old and in a nursing home she had dementia. She didn't know anyone. Sure didn't make her any nicer though. I went once with my sister Pam. She was screaming at a nurse. The nurse got fed up and walked out of the room. I looked at my sister and said, "She has not grown any nicer I see" I never went back again. My father and one aunt kept telling me that I should visit her out of respect. I refused. I told my father, but I don't respect her so I will not go. I know I should have been the bigger person but I just couldn't. I felt like the reason she lived so long is because no one wanted her, God nor the devil, she was too awful of a human being. She lived a very very long and sad life to me. But she created it by alienating all of her family. Her own sister wouldn't visit her. I think she was 93 when she died. Thankfully I was living out of state and I did not go home for her funeral. I sent flowers for the family, not her. I just didn't care. I worry that Karma will get me on that one. But I'll pay the price. She made everyone around me, except Pam miserable. She lived with my Aunt until she went into a home. My Aunt took all her shit. She'd say she was her mother and she means well. No, she never means well that is the problem. But I understood why my aunt took her in. I am glad it wasn't up to me to do it. I would have told her to call Eleanor, she'll be fine. Just like she told my mom when she mustered the courage to ask her for help. Gee wasn't that a bitchy story? :-)
Friday we hired the new Big Guy. I can no longer refer to Rick as the Big Guy. Holy shit this kid is huge. Not fat, just big. He makes Rick look like a shrimp. He is far taller than Rick, far broader than Rick and his hands are quite large. When I shook his hand I felt so petite and dainty it made me laugh. I have to admit this all scares me. We are growing and with that is added expenses, new vehicles for new employees and good pay to keep employees. What if it slows down again? I like to eat people, this shit scares the dickens out of me. Trying to think positive here but suddenly, new employee, new insurances for him, new vehicle, new vehicle payment, new expenses going out but hopefully double the income coming in. Only time will tell. As the saying goes, In difficulty lies opportunity. I'm betting on it here. Sunday was a beautiful Indian Summer type of day. We took Izzy to a local little lake. It is called Lake Audobon in Reston Virigina. It's a man made lake that was built in 1979. It's cute, it's small, about 44 acres I believe it said on the sign. Close in proximity to us and perfect for Izzy to get some swimming exercise in. As usual she swam non stop for over 2 hours. She gets in the car and collapses. She came home, peed about 3 times from the car to the house and then fell promptly to sleep. Dog tired and happy. Doesn't get much better than that on any day for her!
At one point I was sitting on a park bench watching Izzy swim and I kept hearing acorns fall from the trees. It sounded like it was a hail storm. I moved from the bench to the waters edge to be away from the falling acorns. Then it got quiet again so I sat back down. Rick and I were sitting there watching Izzy having a ball when an acorn hit my collar bone and made the loudest smack sound. Before I could even yelp Rick goes, "Oh my God that hit bone didn't it?" Now I'm wincing and holding my right collar bone while Rick is laughing. Oh my goodness did this ever hurt. Rick said, "oooh, you are going to have a bruise!" I do not have a bruise but my oh my does it hurt to touch. I am surprised at how sore I am even today. I can't believe a friggin' acorn could hurt so much. It's funny as hell, like the time a bird took a shit on my head while I was walking, but only funny later while telling that story. I wasn't laughing yesterday because it was stinging too much then. Izzy was in water heaven. She had to be on a leash there and she was pulling us to get to the path because she knew the spot she was going to. We couldn't walk fast enough for her. She stands at waters edge and jumps back and forth and her tail is wagging so fast it's crazy. I wish I had gotten some video. She's nutso.
Here are some of the town homes on the lake.
Saw a lot of these folks on their boards. This looks like fun to me but somehow I think I'd be in the water in no time. But I would still like to try it sometime. Probably make for some good laughs for my husband.
This family in this kayak was having a helluva time. They were clunking oars and laughing like crazy but basically going in circles.
This is what she did for hours on end.
This was her favorite location to jump in the water.
Old men on benches. (Bench with falling acorns.)
Now she's looking for fish. She's chasing them like she does cats.
The leaves are just beginning to turn here. It smells so great!
This tree was burned and charred inside. I suppose some numbnuts tried to burn a fire inside. There were also cigarette butts in there. People suck.
This funky thing was put together so I went over to sit on it. It was a great chair.
Looks silly but it works.
This was just one of the trails you could walk and have acorns hurt you.
This guy wouldn't stop buzzing around our dog. C'mon it's a big lake. At one point Izzy had her toy in her mouth and was coming back to shore but kept looking at him over her shoulder. I think she was giving him the stink eye, telling him she was here first, get lost!
This below is our sign that she has had enough. She doesn't drop it at waters edge for us to throw again. When she walks out of the water with it in her mouth and walks past us we know she's had enough for the day!
TGIF. Truly. We are doing a 2nd interview with Mr. Big Arms. I can't wait to meet him. We have to address a couple of issues and if he answers them in a way we can live with then he's hired! ____________ Last night was such a great night for me. The man who I have watched play my favorite sport since he was a kid completed his tenure in fine fashion. Sure I am greedy enough to wish it was the 7th game of the World Series but this too was a movie quality ending. I love baseball. I know all the women reading just don't get it. Watching a great double / triple play is like ballet to me. It's that pretty. I couldn't get to sleep after the game. I watched the commentaries and interviews on various channels. I watched it from a NY city channel as well as the sports channels. Even the haters were nice. I don't agree with Keith Olberman's long winded rant from the other night about Derek Jeter. I get why he was sick of it all season, because even a gal like me felt that way at times. But I truly believe that like Micky Mantle, or any of the greats, this man is there too. And when I am sitting in my rocker when I'm 85 I'll tell the young 'ens how I watched him play many many times in the great stadiums. The next three games are really nothing, but it is in Boston, so seeing how they behave will be interesting. I think they will rise to the occasion. Or am I still dreaming? _____________ In 2 weeks we are heading to Tampa for a family reunion of sorts. I say sorts because it is not the full family but the cousins. Typically in a large Italian American family your cousins are like siblings. Hell I never had other friends until I moved to the suburbs and left my cousins behind. Then as we got older and we all began to move away for career opportunities we would gather over Thanksgiving. Every Friday after Thanksgiving we would get together at someones home. Generally someone who was still living in our hometown. Keys were handed at the door and the eating, drinking and laughing began. Once when at my apartment there were several who "fell asleep" (passed out?) where ever they were. We covered them in a blanket, made sure they didn't have access to their keys and locked up and went to bed. In the morning after coffee and breakfast we'd send them on their way. It was always so much fun. Well that is what this will be in 2 weeks. We are all so much older now and the cousins will have their kids there as well as their kids kids. Yep some are grandparents. We are coming from Washington State, Massachusetts and everything in between to meet in Tampa/ St Pete at our cousin Bob's house. My Uncle Angelo's children have all ended up in that area with the exception of 1 of the 5. I adore Bobby as I call him. We spoke to one another a week or so ago and just laughed our asses off on the phone for 40 minutes. I just can't wait to see him. Rick and I have gotten a beach front hotel room and I can't wait to stick my toes in the sand on Friday. Saturday the party will begin and Sunday I am meeting my old boss for dinner, drinks and more laughs. We will head home on Monday and I am sure we will need to come home just to dry out and diet from the looks of our itinerary. But what fun. Ah, but I must wait 2 more weeks. ______________ I saw this card this morning and it made me laugh. It also made me think of my son in law. Have a great weekend everybody!
By now you've all heard about the man who jumped the fence at the White House and got pretty darn close. This made Rick and I chuckle because for him to get through each and every check point was unbelievable. The first day they knew he was coming, he had an appointment, they had his license plate number etc. When he got to the first post this big man to quote Rick, "went bat shit crazy on my ass" He said he had no record of him coming so he told him to move his truck and leave NOW. He grabbed Rick. Now knowing Rick the way I do when I heard this story I gasped at that because Rick doesn't take kindly to people being that aggressive to him and not allowing him to talk. Thankfully at that point another man with guns came running down the drive yelling it was okay. And then the next checkpoint. And it went on like this for 3 post stop areas. Rick suggested that perhaps that first man who was so damn mean and aggressive with Rick should be monitoring the fence. The guy that jumped didn't stand a chance with that big boy. _____________ Our company left today at 1:00 p.m. I'm exhausted. I am taking the rest of the week off from cooking, baking and waiting on folks. I need a break. ______________ Rick's daughter called me Saturday morning crying. Her husband has been "naughty" Boy did the shine come off our new son in law. They have been married a whole 15 months. She has been dealing with his health issues. (heart) I keep checking in on her because I worry about her holding up being the caregiver to him and his 3 sons. He is 37, she is 34. She said that he has been a different person since this whole heart thing started. Living risky, always wanting to go out, drinking a lot, foolishness as she called it. Because there is a cardiology psychologist as part of his team she suggested that perhaps they should talk to him. He said there was nothing wrong. She told me she called to see if she could go alone because she was so concerned about this new behavior. I found it interesting that they have a psychiatrist or psychologist as part of the heart team. So maybe this isn't strange behavior but behavior that can sometimes happen after these type episodes. So I really understood what she was thinking. But they want them both to go not just her. He won't go. She did not tell him she tried to go alone either because she knew that would be feeding fuel to the fire. The day he had his pace maker and defib installed into his chest he went straight home, changed his clothes and said, "C'mon let's go out." She said, "Really I would prefer for us to just chill tonight and I'll make dinner and we can open a bottle of wine and just hang out since the kids are at their moms" He said, "I'm going out with or without you." He has been starting fights like this and with even more trivial matter. The whole MO of a cheater. They were at a friends house with a group of friends and son in law was trying to put some phone photos on the TV to show everyone. But instead his texts came up. The last text was from a woman sitting right next to Rick's daughter. It said to son in law, "I wish we could just be alone" Daughter saw this and walked out and he followed. You can only imagine what ensued after that. He denied it all. (Oh please) Then the woman who was sitting next to daughter and who just text her hubby at that moment called daughter on the phone. She said, "Oh it's just flirty texts" Daughter said, "how dumb do you think I am?" Cheating Woman says, "Please don't tell my husband." Daughter said, "We'll see" and hung up on her. She said she wanted her to sweat. She said she feels likes it is the only control she has of late and that made me laugh. I so understood. Daughter and son in law had huge fight and she said she needed to be away for a couple of days to think this through - she couldn't talk or look at him right now. So she is staying at a friends. She is a basket case. Who can blame her?! So that was a fun call. My heart aches for her. I don't have a good feeling about this outcome. Her father is not happy to say the least. Son in Law should be damn thankful he doesn't live close by. Rick could squish him like a bug. Whatever happens we told her we are here to support her. What we didn't tell her is how hard it will be for us should she forgive him. The shine is off her knight in shining armor to us only. But if she forgives him we have to accept that and move on. It's not our marriage. It is between them. But gee is it wrong to want to smack him around just a bit?
My husband is cranky right now. Dear Lord let this job be over soon is all I can say because cranky really isn't strong enough of a word to describe him right now. Rick was walking the dog and this man said something to him about Izzy's build. Now Izzy has been on a diet and has even lost a great deal of weight for her. She is only a couple of pounds from where the vet wants her. Finally. She will never ever look like a skinny American Field Lab....it's not what she is. But back to my hubby. He comes in the house and tells me that Henry's owner (we know no one by their first names, only their dogs) patted Izzy and said, "you better lay off the treats there girl" Apparently he has said this to Izzy before when Rick has seen him. Rick told me he patted the fat mans belly and said, "hey you better lay off the treats there buddy" Rick thought it was funny and drove home the point that the man deserved. The man didn't find that funny. Neither do I ! And we all know I will pay the price for this. My friend and neighbor Lisa just said the same thing to Izzy a couple days ago and I wasn't the least bit upset for Pete's sake! People don't know the difference between the different labs. They aren't vets, so it's not their fault. But apparently this made Rick a bit testy last night. He's been working 7 days a week and he's a bit cranky as I said earlier in the week. And he can be such a hot head. But now that he did that I hate to think what will happen when I see that guy again. I too, don't know his name. I see his wife more than him but it will still be awful. I'm sure he'll/she'll say something to me and I'll have to deal with this instead of Rick. Awkward! Oh I wasn't happy with my hubby, oh so not happy. For those of you who don't know the 2 types of labs here is some info. I copied this off a Lab site I read -
Types Of Labrador Retrievers is not referring to the standard
accepted by the different kennel unions, only to the types of this breed that
are out there.
There are two different types of Lab. For now let's just look at
what is incorrectly referred to as the "English type" and the
The country of origin has very little to do with it. What is
really at issue here is what the dog has been bred for.
An "English" dog has been bred as a show dog and the
standard for this dog is the same in England
as it is in America.
This dog has a stockier build than its counterpart.
It has a broader head, a more square muzzle and a very thick tail.
It is on the shorter side of the standard laid out by the kennel clubs around
the world (still within the limits) but it tends to be fairly heavy, weighing
up to 85+ pounds.
The temperament of the "English" also differs
slightly from the "American". They tend to be slightly more laid-back
and sedate, not quite as lively. (this is so my dog!)
next of the types Of Labrador Retrievers that we can look at is the
These dogs were bred for field trials, and this quite obviously
requires a more agile and energetic dog than the "English". They have been bred for speed and endurance
in the field which means longer in the leg and slimmer in body.
American Field Lab below - leaner
English lab below -
She's kind of built like her human mom - short, short limbs, barrel chest and smaller lower half. :-)
I think Izzy's chest is a bit smaller but you get the gist.
I can't wait until my hubby is done with this damn job. It is making him such a cranky bastard. I couldn't live with him if this job goes on much longer. I'm sure we'd have no friends either with him snapping at neighbors who we don't even know.
He interviewed a man Thursday night that I think may be a winner. Rick has another interview Monday night. I believe he will know after the Monday interview who is coming on board. I think it will be the 1st one. But it's his decision of course. It will be interesting to see if I'm right. I've talked to them on the phone and they think I'm just some dumb gal in the office. The 2nd one asked for tips on how to dress for the interview. He was so cute. "I realize, he says, that I don't need a suit for this job do you think it'd be okay if I wore dockers and a nice shirt?" He was cute. He's a young one. the 1st interview was a man of 38. He did dress nicely. Rick saw him walking in to meet him and he was limping and Rick thought, oh no, I can't hire someone like that to go up and down steps all day. But here the guy had just twisted his ankle at the gym on the treadmill. Whew. They had a good laugh about that one. Hey, he hasn't laughed in a bit so good for this man getting him to at least laugh. I hear this man is really built. Arms the size of my thighs. That is what Rick said anyway.
I'll let ya know. I'm sure if he's built like Rick says I'll have to snap a photo for you girls.