As of right now, I have a feeling Thanksgiving day's dinner is going to not be a pleasant event. Why, you ask? Well, I'll tell you. I've briefly discussed the subject of my Grandma A and her bitter/spiteful behavior towards my sister J because she wasn't invited to the wedding. No one has talked to her since the chair incident.* This brings Thanksgiving dinner at her house into question. I just have this feeling there is going to be a big argument that will permanently alter relationships in the family. I know that if we end up taking my car, then I'm bringing my own set of keys for it so I can book it out of there. I'm pretty sure my mom has to work that day/night anyways (holiday pay = time and a half-- pretty nice). That way, if I book it outta there, then Dad has a way home. Granted, I'll prolly end up having to pick Mom up from work that night, but I can deal with that in order to break away from tension and shouting. Not to mention my two cousins, Ieek and Mer. Both autistic. Don't get me wrong, I love them dearly, and they have their moments. However, when my Aunt L and Uncle D bring the rugrats over to Gma A's house, they run wild, and scream shriek- pretty much very loud noises that are the culprits of some of my worst headaches. Ieek once broke a snowglobe that Gma A had in her computer room. Kid didn't even get a timeout.
Now, the day after Thanksgiving si a different story. I can't wait to see my Mom's side of the family. they're more laid back. I can practically be myself around them. It's only awkward when I'm pretty much the only person there that didn't bring their significant others besides the younger grandkids (Mom has 2 sisters, 2 brothers, 2 stepsisters = LOTS of cousins). But it kinda evens out because I spend a lot of time outside with the cats that roam the outside, or Sampson/Samson the chocolate Chihuahua. It's kinda funny Papa has him, because he's a farmer-type, and has (as far as I know) has only had Collies and non-accessory type of dogs. But he's adorable, especially when he falls asleep on Uncle R's stomach after dinner.
Well, I should have a fun weekend. Oh, I know I was going to tell you what went on this weekend, but there wasn't much to talk about. I just went to the 'rents house, hung out all weekend with them, J and her stepdaughter, and Dudley (dog). Had the meeting with the RA and The Children Sunday night. It went as expected. There's a ceasefire again, though this one seemes less tension-filled. It may actually stick for the rest of the semester. Hopefully it does. But back to this upcoming weekend. I have a presentation i have to do for a class on Wednesday, and I still need to read the chapter, put together the PP presentation, including finding some youtube clips on the subject. Wish me luck!
*J was promised a chair that had been our dead Grandpa B (who had been married to Gma A) by Gma A. At our dead aunt and uncle estates sale, J was going to bid on a set of chairs that she loved. gma A got them instead. When J and her stepdaughter met her for lunch, Gma A wouldn't let the wedding non-invite go (J threw together her wedding in 4 days, Gma A wasn't invited, threw a big fit pretty much, though she's claims she's accepted it/over it, she won't let the subject matter drop, trying to play the victim.) It was making J's stepdaughter upset, and if J hadn't been dizzy from the fact she's pregnant and needed to eat, she would've stormed out of the restaurant. That's right they argued in the restaurant and in the parking lot after eating. The reason being, Gma Ada, for J's b-day gift/wedding gift, gave her money, ONE of the chairs (was a pair of chairs she won at the estate auction), told J she was not only giving our other sister H the other chair, but J was no longer getting our dead Gpa B's old orange chair. Needless to say, j was upset.
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