Queen of Rambles

I guess I should have done my pre-post plan that I agonized over. I thought since I had computer access I would be able to write daily entries, but life isn’t quite working out that way. My sister and her two kids are over here all the time and they are pretty high maintenance. I can’t just leave Erik to play on the floor like I do at home because I have to protect him from two big, licky dogs. I can’t just hand him off to my mom or dad or sister because my nephew gets really jealous and whiny. So that means no entries for you and no stress relief for me.

I don’t even have many good stories for you. I’ve barely seen my granny because she is laid out flat with this cold that we’ve all been passing around. She called last night to tell me she heard I had the cold (I do and it sucks) so she knew I’d have to stay here at least another week since there is no way I can travel like this. She gages everyone’s reactions by her own reactions so she thinks I’m laying in bed with bottles of codeine and three different inhalers, trying to fight off death. I just have a major sore throat and a stuffed up nose. I think it will be pretty much cleared up by tomorrow.

I feel pretty bad for her though because she is completely losing her mind. We were all sitting in her living room and my sister said “Isn’t Erik cute?” and she had no clue who Erik was. Then my dad called her and was talking about Laynee and she had no idea who Laynee was. She kept referring to Erik as “her” but I think she just has gender dyslexia. We’ve had dogs forever and she has never ever not even once referred to a single dog by the proper gender. We’ve had Bonkers, a female, for sixteen years and Granny still calls her “him.” I would say she just calls all dogs “him” but she always calls the male dogs “her.”

We did have a story worthy incident today, and I’m still pissed about it. I took my dad to Wal-Mart to pick up a prescription and it wasn’t ready so I went out to the car to feed Erik while waiting for it to be filled. My dad is a big ol’ perv and was scoping out a girl in a short skirt. It was windy and he told me he was waiting for her skirt to blow up. We watched her get a basket, take it over to the van, open the door, then close it again. I thought that was pretty weird since I am now familiar with the “go get a basket, open the door, put the baby seat on the basket seat routine” by now. She went into the store and I started checking out her van. There was a baby in it! I knew there had to be. I couldn’t believe it, so hopped out of the car and went over to take a look. Sure enough, there was a real, live baby in the car seat and no one else in the car. I made good use of my cell phone for the first time ever and called 911 to report it even though my dad said I was being a bitch. We sat and waited and watched, but no cop ever showed up. I finally went in got the prescription and the girl was rushing out the door. That baby was alone in the van for forty minutes! The cops had at least a half hour to show up and they never did! It was cold outside so the poor baby wouldn’t have baked, but I still think that’s totally unacceptable. My mom told me to write a letter to the editor, but I don’t know what I would say. Blame the cops? The girl? Who?

I guess the trip is going pretty well, other than the cold. Ugh. My mom is a total freak about the breastfeeding and I told her I was going to go home if she didn’t chill out. She doesn’t want me feeding MisterE in front of my dad. He watches porn movies and has a stack of porn magazines by his elbow so that argument isn’t holding water. She doesn’t want me breastfeeding in front of my 19 month old nephew, but I asked my sister if she was uncomfortable with it and she said she didn’t care. He was curious the first time, but he is way too busy to really care. Or he would be if my dad wouldn’t keep telling him I have chocolate milk. I have such a nice family. I really don’t know what her problem is. She keeps saying he’s told old since he reaches for the breast, as if a four month old could be a pervert. She is just amazed he hasn’t caught the cold, and I keep telling her it’s because he’s breastfed but she doesn’t understand that at all. It’s a really good thing I don’t really give a flying flip about other people’s opinions. I am very comfortable doing my own thing. I used to think I was a people pleaser, but I realize now that I’m really not. I don’t want to do things to hurt people, but I also don’t want to do things just because other people want me to do them.

I guess I better wrap this up. My sister and her posse just walked in the door. I have taken a ton of pictures, but this computer is way too slow to upload them with. You can view a very few of them over at my sister’s picture blog. She doesn’t quite have the hang of it yet, so it is pretty obvious what I’ve written on there and what she’s written on there.

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