You RUINED it

Don’t you love when people invite themselves over and expect you to be gracious about  it?  That’s how I felt when my husband’s step-sister announced:


“Hey, so now that you’ve officially moved here, Thanksgiving at your house!”


Wait.  What?  Our house wasn’t even built yet and it was only end of August,  and was expected to be done around October.  Far too close to have us think about having people over…especially for a holiday celebration.

Her mom immediately seconded that announcement, as she was too old and tired to have at her home anymore.  Which I internally laughed, because the only person going to their house, was her daughter…that lived with her for a while.  It’s her own children that drain her and unable to care for themselves as adults  in their 40’s and 30’s.  And they have no kids.

It doesn’t matter that now that we are in the new house, we are still trying to have warranty items fixed, and trying to get boxes unloaded, etc.  We’re the big jerks if we don’t respond with “oh, sure, that would be great!”

So I’ve been running around, like a chicken-with-its-head-cut-off (ha!) trying to get boxes emptied, our living room / kitchen area somewhat nice – all I gotta warn is – don’t go to the 2nd floor.  I need a post like this at the foot of our stairs.

Danger No One Permitted Beyond This Point Sign.

Needless to say, I will be stressed out… It’s only 4 guests, but when you really don’t cook...and your hyper-critical, step-mother-in-law, is coming… my husband is going to save the day by taking responsibility for the turkey.  We don’t even like turkey.  Normally, my hubby would do prime rib or some kind of other meat.  Now, his dad is coming and traditional.  And all I keep seeing in my minds-eye…

a video playing of I LOVE LUCY moments and like that  movie, Rat Race, where Cuba Gooding Jr. is pretending to be a bus driver taking a bunch of “Lucys” to the I LOVE Lucy convention…and they blow a flat and lose the spare tire, and everyone whines…and the Asian Lucy yells out – “You ruined our whole vacation.”  But instead it will be “You ruined Thanksgiving!”

 

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I PIE

Discussing with hubby when we should pick up our Pumpkin Pie for Thanksgiving…my 14 year old’s theory of why we should pick it up now…

“So I’m thinking about pie…and I really think you should get it before Thanksgiving…so we have it for 3 days…you know like that formula of PI 
3.something-something… Means 3 days of PIE! “

So, who’s up for that logic?


This just happened last night, and reminded me so much of when my son was just toddling, and talking, not forming complete sentences yet…and after his first taste of pie (thanks to grandma)  Whenever he’d hear the word… He’d come wobble walking, as quick as his chubby little legs would carry him, calling out in earnest…

“I pie.  I pie…ma, I PIE.”

And would pat my leg for a delicious bite, and he’d wiggle his body a bit, back and forth as he chewed… and sometimes would lose his balance and fall on his diapered bottom.  But he’d pop back up for more!


A series of post leading up to Thanksgiving day…

What would you do with 450 Mill?

I’m sorry, but I seriously can’t wrap my head how anyone can spend a ton of $$ on art. I find it absurd this 450 million! I don’t care WHO painted the thing…paintings like this should be donated to museums and that money the buyer just spent….should go toward feeding the hungry, or providing shelter for the homeless. I just don’t get it. (unless this auction was for the benefit of the needy – I couldn’t see anywhere in the article indicating this.)

Seriously, if I selfishly, really desired this painting, I would want to remain anonymous out of embarrassment for spending that kind of money when I could have started a foundation to support a worthy cause, or two…or three or four…and still support other existing foundations.

 

Manic Monday #9 Challenge – Turn the Page

For those that enjoy challenges, and if you like music… you might have some fun with this.  It’s called Manic Monday.  Welcome to the 9th installment!

Each week, I’ll present a new song title, and you come up with a post using it by next Sunday. Ping back to this post, so others can read!  Often times, I release the title the weekend prior so you have plenty of time!

If you are not a WordPress user, provide link to your post in comments.

It can be fiction/non-fiction, poetry, subject can be dark, serious or humorous – however many characters you want- just have fun with it!  It doesn’t have to pertain to the song, whatsoever. (click here for past song titles)

The rules are…there are no Rules!  (except using the title of the song part)

We are now working our way through the Alphabet of artists/bands. Thanks to Blogger Pal, Jim, he mentioned Bob Seager last week and I recall how much I loved him and heard him playing in the background throughout the years.  My mom’s husband was a fan.  When I’m switching the channels on the car radio, I always stop for this song “Turn the Page”  It was released in 1973, and I just love the intro! More info on

Wikepedia

Use that song title anywhere in your blog post, ping back this post! (visit others that posted, if you want) If you need more inspiration, you can Click here for lyrics

P.S.  Give me a few minutes to approve your PING to avoid spam.  Only comment with a link to your post (if not wordpress user) – minimizing comments ensures we can easily see all the posts.

Bug Budget

 

“She wants a Cadillac (or Mercury) when she can only afford a Volkswagen.” 

a mortified teenager’s grandfather talking to the car salesman


One Liner Wednesday “Mercury” / host: Linda Hill


This above prompt, reminded me of the teenager me, when it was time to go car shopping.

I worked at a fast food restaurant my junior/senior years of high school, and saved up $2,000.00.  I was so proud of myself.  My grandfather came to visit, and when it was time for me to begin looking at used vehicles, my grandfather went with me to the local Honda Dealership.  In the late 80’s/early 90’s, the Honda CRX’s were the rage.  That’s kind of what I had my eye on, and hoped I could find a used one, it was 1990 and I was thinking maybe they would have a 1985 for sale that I could put most of my money down with maybe a few payments.  Nope.  They were outrageously priced, for the used ones.  And that was their “cheap” car that parents were buying their kids.

My grandfather had no intentions of finding me a car that day.  And, the Honda Salesman had no intentions of actually coming together on a price.  NOPE.  All used cars were the price they were.  I think he thought my grandfather was going to buy me the car.  (hahahah, joke was on him)  my grandfather grew up in North Dakota during the depression.  His dad died when he was young, and he and his brothers dropped out of school to help maintain the farm.  Then he fought in World War II, came home, got a semi and hauled things like sunflower seeds for the rest of his life.  My grandfather, though a high school drop out, was smart as a whip and shrewd with sales and always a bargain hunter = which meant FRUGAL.  He did a lot of reading and just knew things.  So he and the Salesman went head to head.

At first, I was pleased to have him with me.  He kept wanting me to look at cars that were basically jalopies.  NOOOOO.  the 19 year old me yelled.  That’s NOT what I want.  I’m not going to spend my hard earned $2,000 on that!  I would be mortified to drive it to school!

And while talking to the salesman, I about died – NOOOO, I don’t want a Cadillac or Mercury or any big boat of a car!  Then he told the salesman I could only afford a bug – NO, I was already driving my mom’s 1968 Volkswagen bug.  I understand what he meant that I wanted something I couldn’t afford and unwilling to get what  I could afford, which was NOTHING at that Honda Dealership.  All the used cars were pricey.

I didn’t go shopping with him again, after that.  I ended up going into the Penny Saver weekly magazine, and finding an add, and buying a used 1978 Toyota Celica Hatchback from an Elderly Couple, who could no longer drive themselves, for exactly 2k.  A few years later, I saved more money (and secured my very first loan), and got the cute Toyota Paseo and liked that more than the CRX.  This was Toyota’s equivalent to the Honda.  However, I found it a better car, and it cost less than the CRX.

The Foreigner

John’s business partner had filled him in on the culture. In order to be taken seriously, it was important to demonstrate respect, by wearing their style of clothing, and observing rituals.

One rite-of-passage, was to perform a “box dance step” around 4 sacred tiles, counter-clockwise, while holding hands up to the sun, before crossing the street. Surprisingly, there were several tiles adjacent to the building where the meeting was being held. He called his partner, but no answer.

This business deal was important to them, and he was on the verge of being late. He systematically started from the left edge, and worked his way around tiles. Keeping his head down, so not to lose track of what squares he had done. Near the end of his exercise, he looked up and realized, traffic had stopped, and someone was taking video of his antics.

Apparently, this culture enjoyed a good prank, as well


153 words / FFaw Oct. 24th / hosted by:  Joy