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House Hunt
On Monday morning we called the community that we want to live in when we move to The Vegas. They’re still clueless about when they’re going to open the next phase and are still trying to convince us to buy a model that they’ve already built and close on it in 30-60 days. NO NO NO! It doesn’t matter how many times I tell them that we won’t be ready to move there that quickly, they don’t understand. Getting frustrated….

Religious Programming
Sunday morning my spouse got up and turned the TV on. He started flipping through the guide on the satellite and asked “Why is there so much religious TV on today?” Darling… because it’s Easter. “Oh yeah….”

Surviving the Grandmother
I managed to behave myself around my grandmother, except for the part where I laughed out loud right in her face when she suggested that I’m getting on in years and it may be too late for me to have children. She managed to set my parent’s dog loose in the neighborhood, surprised several members of the family who stumbled across her going to the bathroom with the door wide open and asked what was in the strawberry vinaigrette dressing that made it taste like strawberries. (The answer to that would be STRAWBERRIES, even if my brother and I told her it was chicken.) Kevin made the comment that leaving her alone in the house is kind of like leaving an untrained puppy alone. That is so true…

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My grandparents are in town for the weekend. The grandparents came to see my brother and sister-in-law before they move to Denver next week. But of course, since they’re in town they feel they need to see me as well.

My grandmother stresses me. She always has such “NICE” things to say about my hair, my body, my face, my life, etc. I’m always too thin or too fat. My hair is too long or too short. I’m wearing the wrong shoes, the wrong pants, the wrong shirt. I’m not pregnant enough. So many things are wrong with me when she is around and she makes sure to point out all of them.

I went out to dinner with them tonight. It was very difficult to bite my tongue and not snap at her. She doesn’t mean to be rude, she just doesn’t think. Plus, as she gets older she gets even weirder. Not only is her tongue pretty loose, her digestive system is pretty loose and she farts loudly everywhere she goes… without any sign of embarassment or even that she recognizes that she is farting.

So I’m just pacing myself and trying to make it through the weekend. She is leaving on Sunday. At least she isn’t staying at my house and I don’t have to spend every moment with her. Every minute that I do spent with her is arduous.

I love my grandmother, but I sure as hell don’t like hanging out with her.

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