Yay!
Tomorrow, I am supposed check into the hospital for test to see why my intestines are bleeding high up & why I can't seem to eat anything, but still manage to live. Maybe, I just have good genes and a strong desire to live or I just don't feel like dealing with the healthy habits of every Oprah induced health expert out there. Too many rules makes life very boring.
I suppose there are those who wish such wonders happen to them as often as possible. I can name at least three relatives who would call Barbara Walters for an exclusive on the View with such news.
I prefer to drink my occasion in tequila and then maybe on to a good whiskey. Hopefully, I won't to end up taking my Housewife legal drugs.
Those are the pills doctors tend to give every housewife who complains enough about any pain they feel they currently have, including certain husbands who tend to get on their nerves. I currently am pretty happy with my Honey, so my problem is more actual pain than head trips. Housewife drugs usually consist of various pain pills and anti-depressants that are supposed to keep one happy.
For me its a legal way to get over the painful hump for a day or two, then back to the same Grand Rapids excitement as always. Hooray.... ?
As for what's been happening, lately.
We went to Sacramento a couple of weeks ago for a weekend. We weren't going to go, but the ghost in the house insisted that it was necessary to go check on Bob's mother.
Thank God we followed through and found her health to be in question. Now we have to plan on going back every few months for a weekend or week to check on her. Not sure we will actually be welcome back (apparently we are a little demanding of other people time and associations). But, whatever. As long as we know we are doing what needs to be done in order for any relative to have a decent death day celebration.
I don't understand why they call funerals celebrations, what are we celebrating? Unless, we are truly happy not to have to deal with the dead person ever again. Something to ponder while I drink my second Margarita.
Anywho, while in Sacramento, it was the same thing as the last time I was there, four years ago. It was still hot with dry heat, my childhood home still was 50 degrees hotter inside than out. My parents were still sitting in the same spot I last left them in, talking about the same thing. My other siblings were still complaining that the house they grew up in was too far for them to drive the 5-10 miles to visit, so I didn't really see any of them.
I wonder if the house moved a couple of inches over the years and they find it to find now.
Luckily, we were welcomed at my one of Favorite niece's house and had a good time hanging with her family. But I did have one sibling meet us at our favorite ice cream spot, Guther's, to introduce us to her new man.
Another called and had us over for dinner along with some odd couple he found from somewhere.
Both visits was fun and interesting.
The most surprising was the wedding of my sister-in-law and the hanging with my Honey's family. They mostly have decided that after nearly 30 years of our lives together, that I am acceptable to be called "Bobby's wife". It is always amazing that I am not anything near what they supposed me to be. I am still not clear what I did, other than spoil their plans for Bobby life and marry him after we had two children together. Maybe, they thught he would grow up to be someone else, with someone else and have kids with someone else.
But life never turns out the way we want it. It seems sometimes God has a funny side. So I got the man I love and his only kids. They got two grandsons who are productive adults with good souls and spirits that they have no idea who they are. They got a sometime brother who maintains his distance more than in miles but also mentally. I almost feel sorry for them.
There are some people I have known for years I had to cut off and allow them to have their drama by themselves. I had stuck by them for years through their ups & downs, but I will not allow them to treat me as if they were my bitch or I was their bitch. I got that lesson from Sister PeeWee South with her I-don't-shit-from-anyone lifestyle. So I had another "pseudo-lesbian break-up", which I am very proud of because this one wasn't very public.
The best part of the whole weekend was the wedding. Not because my sister-in-law married some man nobody knows, but because we got to hang with Bob's cousins and our many friends we haven't seen in a few years.
Sometimes, its not really blood relatives you need to see, but friends that are family from years of learning and growing together. The ones that don't judge or care that you might be tore-back, they love you anyway. That to me is what family is.
So out loud, I say Thanks again to the Mitchell Family!
They rocked our experience in Sacramento again and serve us the best breakfast! We love them!
Until next time, readers. Peace & long life.
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