My grand father, my father’s father, was an avid gun collector and totally enjoyed showing off his, always changing, and always growing, selections of weapons that were constantly seemingly taking up a large amount of the garage, side & back porch, basement, dining room, living room and his office! The only place that you wouldn’t see something gun related was the bathroom and his bedroom, that, my grandmother insisted, was to be totally gun free. (Except for the 45 that was always within easy reach, and usually was under his pillow). One of my grandfather’s most memorable sayings was “Put the pillow under a lady and put the pistol under the pillow” I think of that old saying more often than I would have ever thought I would. As a kid growing up listening to this old man’s stories and sayings, you sort of tuned them out after awhile.
My miss my grand father and all of his stories, from “back in the day” he was something. He was in the Navy back in WWII and could swear better than any 15 year old ever could. The only word that my grand mother insisted that he didn’t use was fuck. But he was known to let the “F Bomb” fly whenever he thought that his beloved bride was out of ear shot. I only heard my grandmother swear one time in all the time that I spent with them. She dropped the pot roast as she was trying to get it out of the oven and I swear the sweet old lady said Shit, but no one had the balls to call her on it. It’s still a great story to tell when we get to talking about our late grandparents. God rest their souls!
There are so many birthdays in the months of September and October in my close circle of friends and in my ever growing large and extended family. The Libras I can pretty well get along with, the true Libras anyway, but those fucking Virgos are just not the type of people that I really want to spend any amount of time with. Makes it a real challenge at family dinners at times. I’m grateful that the election will be over and done with by the time the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays are here. There have been some pretty heated discussions at most of the family get-to-gethers these past several months. These assholes get all uptight and out of control, just fucking nuts it is.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not all into the Zodiac signs, but there is a certain amount of that shit that just really fits to a tee, enough to make most people scratch their heads with wonder. My sister-in-law turns 36 today, September 17th and she is a total Virgo through and through which explains why I don’t go over to my brother’s house very often. We have never gotten along since day one and for no one particular reason. We just don’t mesh, simple as that.
You just can’t get away hearing all the bad things that come along with using the ever popular social network Facebook. I know that I have had a few people get totally pissed off at me and “unfriended” which at first really did hurt my feelings, then I got angry about the whole deal and now I’m just totally fucking over it. If they know me well enough to be a “friend” on Facebook then they should know me better than take some of the things that I post on there in a bad or negative way. That’s just not my personality.
It’s being said that divorce attorneys all over the country (possibly the world, but I’m not totally sure about that) are saying that they are seeing a huge increase of divorce cases that have come about because of things said and found on Facebook. I tend to believe this since I know myself of two marriages that have ended because of what Facebook brings about. Why the fuck anyone would put some of things that they do on Facebook is beyond me. I’m a firm believer that you don’t put anything on the Internet that you wouldn’t have written on a large fucking billboard right in front of your home.
Every year my whole family goes to church together on Mother’s Day and then we all gather at her house for a big dinner. That is important to her and that is not too much to ask of your kids. So we do that and look forward to being together like back when we were kids. Each kid has his own place to sit at the dinner table – it is the same every year and never changes.
The dinner menu is the same every year, too. My mother loves Honeybaked hams, so we all pitch in and buy her a big ham, then each of us brings some side dishes and desserts. I plan on bringing macaroni and cheese for the side dish and a cherry pie for dessert.