Too much stuff going on.
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govcampbellOh so many things to talk about.
We had an absolutle blast on Thursday night at the Patriots game. We were in the fourth row back, roughly on the 40 yard line, on the home side of the stands. It was incredible. I was closer to the players there than I ever was in my high school marching band. Just being that close was an incredible rush. All these guys we admire and love to watch were *right there*. We could hear them yelling at each other. At one point Mike Vrabel (LB, and one of our favourite players) turned around and told off a heckler in the crowd. That was funny! Oh man, it was great. And we won, which was even better. Granted, we seem to be doing a lot of that lately, but still, we won. I’m never going to forget the experience. We went down early, and tailgated in the parking lot, had some bratwurst and kielbasa, and chips. We hung out with these guys who’d driven down from Maine for the game. The pre-game entertainment was kind of so-so. We really couldn’t care less about Ozzie Ozbourne. Santana wasn’t bad, but the stage was facing the vistor’s bleachers, for whatever reason, go figure, so all we saw was the back of everybody. Trisha Yearwood sang the national anthem, but she was way up by the flag, so we could barely see her.
And as I said, we did win the football game. It was a bit sloppy, from my perspective. Too many penalties, and the run defence seemed pourous, but it’s a Win, so you can’t complain too much.
We slept in on Friday, and didn’t go to work. We did some errands that afternoon. Saturday I had to work, so I got up and went to work. When I got back, my father had left a whole list of “suggestions” for me, even though I had plans. I did as many of them as I could. Sara came over and we went out to drop some things at the post office, and when we got back, it was time for football! Notre Dame/Michigan on ABC. Whohoo College Football! I spent the afternoon watching the game. Irish won, which made me very happy. I’ve always been a big Notre Dame fan, for some reason. My dad went to Penn State, and I grew up watching JoePa stalk the sidelines, so I always have a soft spot for the Nittney Lions too, but there’s just something about Notre Dame. And now that Charlie Weis is the head coach, I’m a big fan. Charlie is the former Patriots offensive coordinator.
What annoyed me, though, is that my mother kept giving me dirty looks all afternoon. Late in the fourth quarter she comes in, and is like “You’re *still* watching football?” and I’m like, “Ummm, yeah.” She looks at me, and it goes something like this,
Mom: Is this what you did at school all fall, watch football?
Me: Depended on who was playing, but yeah. Most Saturdays I was actually at a game, either W&L or William and Mary.
Mom: And you watched all day Sunday too.
Me: Depended on what game I was getting on TV.
Mom: When did the apartment get cleaned?
Me: During the week, inbetween classes.
Mom: (exhasperated) Well, I suppose I should be glad you’re at least not chugging beer.
And I just stared at her, like “Da hell? What’s your problem?” I wanted to ask her what was so different about me watching football and my dad coming home and watching four hours of golf after church on Sunday. And then she’s “Did you finish that list your father left you?” And I’m going… “Uh, no…you do know that list included, paint the back of the house, right? ‘Cuz, I mean, I’d love to help out when dad’s home, but he’s out at a meeting, and I *had plans*.” And she just shakes her head at me.
Time to move out. Mom still thinks I’m slave labor, and I’m trying to live my own life in my parents house.
The rest of Saturday wasn’t bad, (well, except for the part I’ll get to later), because Sara and I went on the annual dinner cruise the company she worked for does. We had a lovely time cruising around Boston harbour chatting with her friends and dancing. The food was excellent. All and all it was a lovely time.
Except for…
Sara’s mother is really going to drive us mad. She’s decided that she doesn’t trust the maid-of-honor to properly plan a wedding shower. She sat Sara down Friday night and told her that because she didn’t think Erin could handle the job, she was going to make some calls and take care of the food. Now she’s got half her side of the family bringing food. WE DON’T NEED A FULL COURSE MEAL AT A SHOWER! Erin was planning to have finger foods, and now all of a sudden we’re getting lasanga and spaghetti. And Sara’s mother called MY mother to find out what MY mother was bringing. To which my mother told her that she was waiting to hear from Erin, at which point Sara’s mother accused my mother of not caring. Sara’s caught between her mother and her best friend, my mother and Sara’s mother aren’t getting on well at this point, and I’m getting all of it from all sides. And poor Erin is practically having a nervous break down. All over a stupid shower. And Sara’s mother suddenly wants a copy of our guest list, and all the names and addresses and emails, and I’m telling Sara ABOSLUTLY NOT. Under no circumstances are we giving her the materials to meddle some more. I’m sick of relatives of any shape kind or color, assuming that we are unprepared, or unable, or too young to do things on our on! Of course Erin’s never planned a wedding shower before! That doesn’t make her incapable of planning one!! And of course we’ve never planned a wedding before! It’s not something most people do more than ONCE!
End Rant
We had an absolutle blast on Thursday night at the Patriots game. We were in the fourth row back, roughly on the 40 yard line, on the home side of the stands. It was incredible. I was closer to the players there than I ever was in my high school marching band. Just being that close was an incredible rush. All these guys we admire and love to watch were *right there*. We could hear them yelling at each other. At one point Mike Vrabel (LB, and one of our favourite players) turned around and told off a heckler in the crowd. That was funny! Oh man, it was great. And we won, which was even better. Granted, we seem to be doing a lot of that lately, but still, we won. I’m never going to forget the experience. We went down early, and tailgated in the parking lot, had some bratwurst and kielbasa, and chips. We hung out with these guys who’d driven down from Maine for the game. The pre-game entertainment was kind of so-so. We really couldn’t care less about Ozzie Ozbourne. Santana wasn’t bad, but the stage was facing the vistor’s bleachers, for whatever reason, go figure, so all we saw was the back of everybody. Trisha Yearwood sang the national anthem, but she was way up by the flag, so we could barely see her.
And as I said, we did win the football game. It was a bit sloppy, from my perspective. Too many penalties, and the run defence seemed pourous, but it’s a Win, so you can’t complain too much.
We slept in on Friday, and didn’t go to work. We did some errands that afternoon. Saturday I had to work, so I got up and went to work. When I got back, my father had left a whole list of “suggestions” for me, even though I had plans. I did as many of them as I could. Sara came over and we went out to drop some things at the post office, and when we got back, it was time for football! Notre Dame/Michigan on ABC. Whohoo College Football! I spent the afternoon watching the game. Irish won, which made me very happy. I’ve always been a big Notre Dame fan, for some reason. My dad went to Penn State, and I grew up watching JoePa stalk the sidelines, so I always have a soft spot for the Nittney Lions too, but there’s just something about Notre Dame. And now that Charlie Weis is the head coach, I’m a big fan. Charlie is the former Patriots offensive coordinator.
What annoyed me, though, is that my mother kept giving me dirty looks all afternoon. Late in the fourth quarter she comes in, and is like “You’re *still* watching football?” and I’m like, “Ummm, yeah.” She looks at me, and it goes something like this,
Mom: Is this what you did at school all fall, watch football?
Me: Depended on who was playing, but yeah. Most Saturdays I was actually at a game, either W&L or William and Mary.
Mom: And you watched all day Sunday too.
Me: Depended on what game I was getting on TV.
Mom: When did the apartment get cleaned?
Me: During the week, inbetween classes.
Mom: (exhasperated) Well, I suppose I should be glad you’re at least not chugging beer.
And I just stared at her, like “Da hell? What’s your problem?” I wanted to ask her what was so different about me watching football and my dad coming home and watching four hours of golf after church on Sunday. And then she’s “Did you finish that list your father left you?” And I’m going… “Uh, no…you do know that list included, paint the back of the house, right? ‘Cuz, I mean, I’d love to help out when dad’s home, but he’s out at a meeting, and I *had plans*.” And she just shakes her head at me.
Time to move out. Mom still thinks I’m slave labor, and I’m trying to live my own life in my parents house.
The rest of Saturday wasn’t bad, (well, except for the part I’ll get to later), because Sara and I went on the annual dinner cruise the company she worked for does. We had a lovely time cruising around Boston harbour chatting with her friends and dancing. The food was excellent. All and all it was a lovely time.
Except for…
Sara’s mother is really going to drive us mad. She’s decided that she doesn’t trust the maid-of-honor to properly plan a wedding shower. She sat Sara down Friday night and told her that because she didn’t think Erin could handle the job, she was going to make some calls and take care of the food. Now she’s got half her side of the family bringing food. WE DON’T NEED A FULL COURSE MEAL AT A SHOWER! Erin was planning to have finger foods, and now all of a sudden we’re getting lasanga and spaghetti. And Sara’s mother called MY mother to find out what MY mother was bringing. To which my mother told her that she was waiting to hear from Erin, at which point Sara’s mother accused my mother of not caring. Sara’s caught between her mother and her best friend, my mother and Sara’s mother aren’t getting on well at this point, and I’m getting all of it from all sides. And poor Erin is practically having a nervous break down. All over a stupid shower. And Sara’s mother suddenly wants a copy of our guest list, and all the names and addresses and emails, and I’m telling Sara ABOSLUTLY NOT. Under no circumstances are we giving her the materials to meddle some more. I’m sick of relatives of any shape kind or color, assuming that we are unprepared, or unable, or too young to do things on our on! Of course Erin’s never planned a wedding shower before! That doesn’t make her incapable of planning one!! And of course we’ve never planned a wedding before! It’s not something most people do more than ONCE!
End Rant
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Date: 2005-09-14 12:48 am (UTC)Things seem to be going a bit better. My mother and Erin's mother stepped in to tell Sara's mother to back off, and it seems to have worked for now. The shower is in a month or so, so hopefully we can keep things on track at least that far.
You're absolutly right about being assertive, at least from where I stand. The hard part is getting everybody on board with that idea. Part of the problem is the fact that Sara's the youngest child and the last to leave the nest, and we're fighting the "I'm leaving my mother all alone" guilt as well. It just plain stressfull all around, at the present moment. Hopefully though, we can start to ease some of those issues, and soon things will go a bit smoother.
Thanks for taking the time to share with me (us)! Any and all advice is welcome!