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Long weekend...
Aug. 1st, 2010 11:38 pmJust got back from Windsor this afternoon. We went down to visit because it was my grandfather's 81st birthday and so my mother and grandmother could go 'garage sailing' on Saturday - buying crap at the local garage sales. I went along, and was quite frankly bored stiff. A couple of interesting things, but I didn't find anything that really spoke to me.
Saturday afternoon and evening were spent at my aunt's house. She heard we were coming down and decided to invite everyone over for a birthday dinner. I hate going over to her house; her furniture is uncomfortable, her yard has no shade, and she almost always has a comment to make about me--mainly because I usually went to the adult events with my mother while her kids couldn't. Well, I'm sorry that I'm an only child and barely know my cousins (who are mostly turning into drunks or sluts--or both).
My father didn't go; he never does, and then he complains that he never knows what's going on with my mother's family. I spent most of the time trying to stay awake; I was tired for some reason and could barely keep my eyes open most of the afternoon. It did have its moments, for example one of my cousins telling another that he could tell women that the scars on his arm were from a tragic accident and get sex without trying; he fell out of a tree when he was ten (three years ago) and broke his arm, damaging a growth plate. They have a halo brace on his forearm to stretch his arm to the length it's supposed to be--a whole inch! He probably would have been treated by now if the hospital hadn't treated it incorrectly.
The trip home was mostly uneventful until we were almost home and passed a car that was on fire on the shoulder. Here's what's left of it.
So, all in all, it was a weekend that had its entertaining moments, but that I wouldn't have really missed. I would have rather spent the weekend sleeping.
Saturday afternoon and evening were spent at my aunt's house. She heard we were coming down and decided to invite everyone over for a birthday dinner. I hate going over to her house; her furniture is uncomfortable, her yard has no shade, and she almost always has a comment to make about me--mainly because I usually went to the adult events with my mother while her kids couldn't. Well, I'm sorry that I'm an only child and barely know my cousins (who are mostly turning into drunks or sluts--or both).
My father didn't go; he never does, and then he complains that he never knows what's going on with my mother's family. I spent most of the time trying to stay awake; I was tired for some reason and could barely keep my eyes open most of the afternoon. It did have its moments, for example one of my cousins telling another that he could tell women that the scars on his arm were from a tragic accident and get sex without trying; he fell out of a tree when he was ten (three years ago) and broke his arm, damaging a growth plate. They have a halo brace on his forearm to stretch his arm to the length it's supposed to be--a whole inch! He probably would have been treated by now if the hospital hadn't treated it incorrectly.
The trip home was mostly uneventful until we were almost home and passed a car that was on fire on the shoulder. Here's what's left of it.
So, all in all, it was a weekend that had its entertaining moments, but that I wouldn't have really missed. I would have rather spent the weekend sleeping.
