whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
I hope everyone had a nice holiday or Tuesday, as the case may be. I enjoyed mine.

I don't think I got to watch A Christmas Story enough times, though.

Maybe next year.
whiski_sour: (this just in)
-I house sat for Aunt Jo for a week. It was a nice little vacation except I had to spend it with dogs that don't obey well. They're good dogs for the most part, but I was spoiled by the ones I had that would, you know, come when they were called without having to scream the command fifteen times.

-While I was house sitting I got a call from a credit union I'd applied to. I went in for an interview last Tuesday. I think it went okay, I'm supposed to hear back on whether or not I get a second interview. Honestly, I wouldn't be heartbroken if I didn't. I know I need the money, but I get the feeling it's all women and I'd be the only single and/or childless one in the bunch. That could be a questionable environment for someone like me. We'll see what happens.

-Visited my grandma and Aunt T yesterday. Grandma is doing better since her brain surgery back in January. She lost a lot of weight while she was sick and she's starting to put a little of it back on. She went ahead with her glaucoma surgeries even though Mom wanted her to get it done by a different eye doctor (because it was the eye doctor that was responsible for her ending up in the hospital in January to begin with), but she didn't. She had her second eye surgery last Wednesday. So she's got balance problems, vertigo, and can't see out of one eye, but she won't sit still when there's company about. Also, they changed her medication so she can drink again. At least one normal has been restored.

-I missed my LJ anniversary back in May. Again. 11 years here. Huzzah.
whiski_sour: (Oh noes!)
Grandma will be staying in the hospital for a bit. It seems that when she fell and hit her head yesterday, it set off a series of events including a mini-stroke and a seizure. She'll be in ICU for a little bit and then moved to a private room to start therapy. If I'm understanding Mom correctly, she could have done therapy after the initial surgery, but she was recovering so well and so insistent on going home, that they decided she didn't need it.

I guess she should have done it anyway. Oh well.

Mom's not sure how long she'll be in hospital for this therapy business. She'll let me know when/if she hears anything.

See, Mom's really good at keeping me posted once I'm in the loop. It's just a matter of getting in the loop that can be the challenge.
whiski_sour: (Fishy people)
So my cousin posts on FB that my grandma is in the hospital for the third time. News to me since I only knew of her being in the hospital ONCE this month.

So I text Mom. She says that Grandma had surgery on Monday but she came home Tuesday, but she'd find out. Mom calls me and tells me that yes, Grandma is back in the hospital. Apparently, she stood up too fast today and fell and they're doing a CT scan to make sure everything is okay, but this sort of thing happens after surgeries like this, which confused me because the only surgery I knew that she was going to be having at any point was glaucoma surgery.

So I ask for clarification.

Oh, she didn't have glaucoma surgery on Monday; it was surgery to remove a hematoma from her brain that the doctors think developed after a fall she had in September and worsened after her first stint in ICU just after the first of the year, which caused her arm to go numb and mimic the symptoms of a stroke, but Mom was totally going to tell me eventually. She just hadn't gotten around to it yet and she didn't think it was a big deal.

Also, my Aunt T had surgery Friday to repair a couple of holes in her eardrum and my step-dad broke his tailbone a couple of weeks ago.

So, yes. The loop. Not only am I not in it, I don't know it exists unless I trip over it.
whiski_sour: (*headdesk*)
I'm a little stressed this week.

Had to make an unexpected trip to the hospital on Wednesday. Mom text me early that morning, asking me to call her. Now, since this is my mother, it can be anything from someone's dead to the Howlin' Mad Smurf wants to tell you something completely pointless. So, I called her to find out that Grandma (her mother) is in hospital. Apparently, her glaucoma meds were causing her to go into renal failure and she ended up in ICU. My aunt was on the way up from St. Louis and my mother wanted me to go to the hospital to keep my aunt in check, as she had a fear that my aunt would end up arguing with the doctors and get pitched from the hospital.

Mother also requested me to go because, though she wanted to be there, since her fear of hospitals was so well known, she was afraid that if she showed up, Grandma would think she was dying.

But I went and Grandma cried when she saw me. Yeah, that reassured her, Ma.

In the end, I had a nice visit with her and the rest of the family. She was moved to a regular room yesterday, and was sent home today. She's a tough old lady, for sure, and I'm glad the doctors got her fixed up so quickly.

In other news, I'm going to Cubs Con with [livejournal.com profile] luchalibrarian a week from today and I've hit my typical traveling IT'S TOO SOON I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME I NEED MORE TIME stress. I'll be fine once I get going, but for the next few days I'm going to feel like I have too much to do, not enough time, and I'm not going to be ready. I think Hammie's birthday and my birthday happening literally the two days before I leave is just adding to that stress.

In further stress news, I realized today that the manuscript I've been working on for the novel contest needs a lot more work than I remembered it needing. There's no way I'm going to get it done. I won't stop rewriting/revising it, but it's not going to work for this contest. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about that yet. I'll look at the other manuscripts I have and see if there's anything I've got that's closer to being done, but I'm not very hopeful. I'm thinking this is a lost cause and I'm not going to be able to play. Not happy with myself on that one.

So, yes, by the time I hit Chicago, I'm going to be more than ready to rock and, as my family says, blow the stink off.
whiski_sour: (wtfx4)
For once I decided not to wait months to use a gift card and used the Amazon gift card I got from Aunt Jo today. After some trial and error, I managed to score four items for 25 bucks.

The thing I'm most excited for?

The Monkees Present CD.

After this, I will only need the Changes CD and my Monkees CD album cover collage will be done. I'm not counting Best ofs, Missing Links, foreign issues, or anything else like that (though I do collect those). The collage is just the 14 albums the Monkees themselves released.

You have no idea how excited this makes me.

I imagine this is how those people with Beiber fever feel if their fever is low grade.
whiski_sour: (zzz)
It's been a long few days. We've been doing an estate sale at Papa's house. You'd be amazed at the amount of stuff that was accumulated over a five decade span. Particularly since that house is just plain tiny (it's basically a kitchen, living room, bathroom, and bedroom...that's it).

Thursday, I helped Dad and Aunt Jo set up, going through stuff and pricing it. I ended up taking a box of stuff home. Books and trinkets and some pictures. It was kinda hard because there was so much stuff tied to my childhood that I hated to see sold. It's going to be really tough when we sell the house. The idea of the place not being ours is one I just don't want to deal with right now.

Yesterday and today was the first weekend of the sale (we're going to have to do it again in a couple weeks because there's just so much stuff). I'm happy to say that some of the pieces I'm going to miss most were sold to family members. Lots of family showed up and bought stuff because they can't bear it going to some stranger.

My grandparents were well-thought of on their road, so many of their neighbors have come down to buy stuff, which is nice. Several of my dad's old classmates showed up, too. We sold the kitchen table, chairs, and china hutch to a nice lady that will be taking it to Georgia. It's just nice to know that some of the more sentimental pieces that we couldn't keep are going to good homes.

For not doing much, I'm beat. We won't be doing it next weekend because of the Apple and Pork Festival. And frankly, none of us really wants to. So the weekend after next, we'll be right back out there telling people that if they don't want something for a quarter, then they really don't want it.
whiski_sour: (Groove)
My last day of work was Friday. I made sure to say goodbye to all of the drivers in town (including doubling back to catch Stephen), got a hug from Albert, Kent, and Shilo, and, I admit, shed a few tears on the drive home. I say again, I won't miss the work, but I will miss the people. I was told before I left to come back and visit. I'll be doing that.

Hit the family reunion yesterday. I just stayed long enough to eat and visit with the people I wanted to see before I left. It was kind of weird without Papa there, though they did have a big picture of him over the dessert table, which I found kind of creepy. I don't need a bad picture of my dead grandpa lording over me while I get my piece of cherry pie. I mean it was well meaning, but I still wasn't comfortable with it.

After the reunion, I took the girls to the last Cornbelters game of the season. They got to spend some time in the bouncy houses and get their faces painted before mean Aunt Kiki made them sit in their seats and watch the game. Hammie was actually pretty into the game from the get-go. Hobbit and Howlin' Mad Smurf, not so much. It took a few innings before they caught on to the concept of cheering for the Belters. By the end, they were chanting "Let's Go Corn!" right on cue.

I was disappointed that they wouldn't dance during the dancing inning. How do they not know how to do the YMCA? That's just ridiculous that they're so uneducated in the ways of community dance. However, they redeemed themselves by singing the 7th inning stretch.

I won a signed a jersey and they got their freebie t-shirts signed by the whole team and Corny. They got to run the bases afterwards. In the end, they had a blast and they want to go again next season. Aunt Kiki will only be too happy to take them.

Tomorrow I go back to work for myself. It's going to be weird not waking up at 5:30 to head to the cube. It'll be a few weeks before I start working with DaLette, so I really need to get the book done and the jewelry site rolling as quickly as possible.

I'm back to working for myself and I'm one bitch of a boss.
whiski_sour: (gibbs smile)
Uncle Lucky arranged for the family to get together at a corner bar to have a bit of a memorial drink for Papa. He was the youngest of ten kids, but he was considered the head of our clan and busted his ass to keep us all connected. The rest of the family felt they should do SOMETHING to honor him and his life.

It was fitting and the kind of thing Papa would have liked. Nothing sad. Just the family getting together at a bar, eating and drinking and laughing and telling stories. Aunt Ruby kept getting choked up, but it was understandable. Papa lived with her for six years after their parents died (their mom died when Papa was 8 and their dad died when Papa was 12 or 13). She contributed to his raising. And Aunt Jo got unexpectedly choked up talking about Grandma (her sister). But other than that, things were pretty dry-eyed.

Grandma and Papa were there in spirit and in body, so to speak. Dad has both of their ashes in the Jeep. He said if Aunt Ruby hadn't have been there, he'd have put Papa's ashes in his wheel chair with his ball cap on top and sat it at one of the tables.

Yeah, he's having entirely too much fun with the remains of his parents. He actually admitted to it. He said he might not spread them after all because he is enjoying them so much.

My DNA is a funky, funky thing.

It was nice chatting with some family members. Aunt Ruby and I talked baseball and the Cubs. Not many people can say they have awesome baseball talks with their 83 year old great-aunt, but considering Uncle Harry was so important and instrumental to little league in the area, it's not far-fetched for me.

Speaking of being instrumental, members of the Decatur Computer Club, which Papa helped start and was president of for many years, stopped by and gave the family a nice card. He hadn't really been much of a participant for the last few years of his life, so to have them do that was really nice.

It was just a nice afternoon all around. I'm glad they did it and I'm glad I went.
whiski_sour: (wtf?)
Dad found Grandma today. She was in the entertainment center, which is funny because she never really watched much TV. Dad decided to bring her home with him rather than have Aunt Jo stumble across her. And since he picked up Papa at the funeral home today, both of them got a car ride. It's probably the only car ride they had that didn't involve a disagreement.

They're still out in the Jeep.

I guess the plan is to spread their ashes out at the homestead they spent a majority of their married lives on.

Unless Dad changes his mind and tucks them away somewhere and I get to go on a treasure hunt for them after he dies.

That could be a fun family tradition. Find the ashes of your relatives!

Yeah, I'd better keep that one to myself. My family would actually do it.
whiski_sour: (Dempster Laugh)
My aunts and one of my cousins were at my grandma's this past weekend for a visit, so I went down on Saturday to hang out. It ended up being my grandma and grandpa, Aunt T, Aunt Kerri, her boyfriend Joe, Uncle John, my 17 year old cousins Dany and Alex (both girls), and family friends Matt, Bear, and Rob.

I'm rusty at having fun, at least with those people.

They started drinking at 10 in the morning I know, and were still going strong at 12:30 when the beer ran out. And there was a lot of beer. I know at least three cases. I didn't drink. I prefer to have my wits about me with those people. They are funny and fast and if you don't keep up, you get run over.

It's loud. It's not uncommon if two or three (or more) people are talking at once. You just pick who you want to listen and respond to. The laughing is louder than the talking. According to Dany, we all cackle, but mine is the loudest. If only she knew my reputation at Walmart.

I was the outnumbered Cubs fan in a room full of Cardinal fans, but there's now talk of getting together to see a Cubs/Cards game. I would love to take this show on the road and in public. We'd be free entertainment. Or a police incident waiting to happen. Either way, good time.

I didn't get home until 2 in the morning. And here I am, over 30, and my Aunt T is still requesting that I text her when I get home so she knows I made it safe. It was adorable and you know that I did it.

They're all crazy, but I love them.

I really don't spend enough time with that side of the family. I think the last time I saw my Aunt Kerri, she was still married to Uncle Robby. And she's been with Joe for about six years now, so it's safe to say it's been awhile. I need to do better with that.

It was good to cut loose and have a good time. I was long overdue for that kind of release.

But I meant what I said about being rusty when it comes to having fun. I need to get into better shape.
whiski_sour: (Oh noes!)
My Great Aunt Ruth died this week. Sad, but in a way expected because she's been battling heart trouble and throat cancer the past couple of years. I'm going to miss her. She was a sweet lady.

However, her death ended up being most fitting for my family.

You see, she keeled over in a bar.

She didn't die right then. They called the ambulance, took her to the hospital, ended up putting her on life support, and she died later.

But yeah, she keeled over in a bar.

No word on whether or not she'd had a drink yet (I hope she did), but Dad says if it was in her hand, she wouldn't have dropped it when she fell over.

Goodbye, Aunt Ruthie. You were one hell of a lady.

Suffice it to say, Dad and I are shocked that this is actually the first family member to keel over in a bar. We thought it should be common place by now.
whiski_sour: (Ooh! Shiny!)
Papa, Aunt Jo, Nancy, and Jake came up today. Nancy had some jewelry that she wanted to give me, kind of like a late birthday present.

It worked out for me because I've been trying to give them thank you cards that the girls made them and the two times someone was down that way, I forgot them.

And it worked out for Jake because it gave him an opportunity to get more driving practice in. I remember when that kid biffed it down the basement stairs in his walker. I hope he's a better driver.

Most of the jewelry Nancy gave me was either my grandma's or was given to her by my grandma. There's one necklace that I fell in love with the minute I saw it. It's stainless steel and looks like three bracelets linked together to make a necklace. It's neat. There were also a few "mashed metal" (as Aunt Jo called it) cuff bracelets, two of which my grandma had since high school. Very cool.

I appreciate that I'm getting this jewelry from my grandma. After all, I got my love of jewelry from her.
whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
Dad, Carrie, and I headed down to Aunt Jo's this afternoon. We ended up with a full house: the three of us, Aunt Jo, Nancy, Jake, Papa, cousin Chuck, and cousin Patty. It's been quite awhile since I've spent any time in Patty's company and since her husband just recently passed away, I was a little apprehensive of what her mood might bit, but she seemed in very good spirits. The company was quite excellent.

We opened presents before dinner. Dad and Jake both got knives and Papa got duct tape. Yes, I wrapped it. No, it's not the first time duct tape has been given as a serious gift for Christmas (I got it once in high school; yes I did appreciate it). Papa, who never fails us, got Carrie a Harry Potter book she's been coveting and me a Cubs shirt. Aunt Jo and Nancy got us both really nice, fleecy blankets (she got Dad once last year). Mine has an angel, Carrie's has a lighthouse. Also, I know have 50 bucks in Olive Garden gift cards between Mom and Aunt Jo. I am set for pasta and I am good with this.

Aunt Jo and Nancy outdid themselves this year with the spread. There was turkey, pork roast, ham, mashed potatoes, gravy, sweet potatoes, peas, scalloped corn, bread pudding, stuffing, broccoli salad, corn salad, cranberry salad, olives, candied dills, homemade bread, fruit bread, applesauce bread, banana bread, and for dessert there was pumpkin, pecan, and cherry pie. It was just incredible.

Naturally, I filled myself up fit to bust and I was way behind most of my family. I was miserable for a good half an hour after I ate. I don't know how the people who ate twice as much as I did weren't imitating beached whales.

Playing cards has kind of become a holiday tradition, I guess. We play Spit at Thanksgiving and Christmas, almost always the same players: me, Carrie, Jake, and Aunt Jo. This year, Jake left kind of early to go to his dad's, so that left the three of us ladies. The game was paused twice, once for pie and one so Aunt Jo could show us some old jewelry she had. I was impressed when she brought out the watch that belonged to my great-great grandpa's mother. Then she brought a pin and earrings that belonged to my great-great grandpa's grandmother. Better still, they were made from actual coins. The date on one was 1857. I had no idea we had something so cool.

At the end of the card playing, Aunt Jo vowed revenge because Carrie and I were getting Spit a lot more than she was and even when she did, one of us would still manage to beat her in the card count. It just wasn't her night tonight. Heh.

All in all, even though the nieces couldn't come, it was a good Christmas.

I hope all of you had a terrfic day, too, whether you celebrate or not.

Merry Christmas and Rob Whoville!
whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
Went to Mom's today for the first of my two Christmases. It was a good time. We got pizza, as usual, but it was delivery instead of homemade. We opened presents. The girls liked the jewelry I made for them. Grandma and Grandpa came through once again with a Kohl's gift card. I can buy bras again!

The after dinner entertainment was playing Just Dance. I guess the girls have been playing it every day since Hobbit got it for her birthday last week. Grandpa read about us playing it on my Facebook (yes, both of my mom's parents are my FB friends as are my mom and stepdad; look, they're my family so I've already scarred them for life) and wanted a demonstration. All of the girls have gotten pretty good at it, though Mom said that Hammie was pretty sore from playing it so much. Hobbit's song is definitely "Who Let the Dogs Out". She's rockin' the high score on that one. And Howlin' Mad Smurf is really good at some song that I've never heard of. She actually prefers to dance without the controller, though.

My songs are definitely "Ring My Bell" and "A Little Less Conversation". The two songs I'm the worst at, "Hot n Cold" and "Womanizer", Hammie just kills.

It was a good Christmas. It was nice seeing my grandparents. Carrie got a most excellent make-up bag. I got my cookies (I wait all year for those things). Quite successful, really.

Christmas Eve is free, which is great since they're still predicting some serious snow (I've heard totals anywhere from 1-2 inches to 3-6 inches). Hopefully, it'll all be over, done with, and cleared by Christmas when we have to do our traveling.

I'll probably be sore tomorrow from Just Dance, too. My right arm already hurts. Damn windmill arm moves.
whiski_sour: (happy holidays fuckers)
My holiday plans have been set. Only two Christmases this year.

23rd will be Christmas with Mom, Stepdad, nieces, and grandparents. No Christmas on the 24th. Christmas on Christmas with Dad, Papa, Aunt Jo, Nancy, Jake, and anyone else who shows up (maybe Aunt Ruby and Uncle Harry; they put in an appearance last year).

And since the girls will be staying home on Christmas (between Hammie's diabetes and Howlin' Mad Smurf's meds for her overactive adrenal gland, Mom's not letting any of them out of their plastic bubble for the holiday), that'll be even less driving I have to deal with.

Yes, I'm a horrible person. I'm okay with my nieces not going to Christmas because it means I don't have to drive more. Also, we can stay and play cards longer.

I know. Santa is totally skipping my house again this year.
whiski_sour: (*eyeroll*)
My 16 year old cousin Danyelle is on Facebook complaining that my aunt thinks she's "too mentally disabled to make muffins".

Uh, Dany, have you SEEN your older brothers? Three of the four of them are idiots. They dragged you down the stairs when you were 9 months old and really, their judgment skills didn't get much better after that.

Cut your mom some slack. Jason spoiled her and she let down her guard with the next three. You can't expect her to do it again just because you're a girl.

Fooled her once, shame on her. You're not going to fool her again.

One day, you'll be able to move out and you can make muffins all you like.
whiski_sour: (Happy Thanksgiving)
Full house at my Aunt Jo's for Thanksgiving today. Aside from the usual crowd of me, Carrie, Dad, Aunt Jo, Nancy, Jake, and Papa, we also had Aunt Ruby, Uncle Harry, and cousin Chuck.

We watched the replay of a Cubs game from July and part of a replay White Sox game before we flipped over to the football.

The spread of food was fantastic and massive. We got a lot of leftovers to bring home, including a whole gooseberry pie. Uncle Harry and Chuck impressed Carrie by the amount of food they put away. We are a good eating family. It's just how we roll. Sideways, on the floor by the time it's all said and done.

After Carrie took Jake's phone and texted back and forth with a couple of his friends and I got off the phone with my sister, the table was cleared and the cards were brought out. Carrie, Aunt Jo, Jake, and I played several hands of Spit, as is our tradition. Aunt Ruby and Chuck both said that the game goes too fast for them. Papa agreed and said it he didn't like to play because we never let him have a turn.

Speaking of Papa, he was in good spirits today. Ate more than I've seen him eat in a while. He has a new dog since Sam died a few weeks ago. Her name is Emma and she's a real sweetie. He bought himself a Kindle. No, don't wait and let someone get it for you for Christmas or anything. Silly, Papa. At least we know that Amazon gift cards would be a good gift for him.

We stayed later than we usually do, but it was a good time.

I'm thankful for my family. They drive me crazy sometimes, but they're good people.

I'm thankful for my friends, too. You guys are rock 'n' roll 365 days a year and I appreciate you, even if I don't say it enough.

Other things I'm thankful for: my cats, our service men and women, anyone that had to work today, the Cubs, the Bears, laughter, having a roof over my head, having a car to drive, Twitter, my superpet Roscoe on Facebook, Halloween (movie and holiday), the Beard Twins, NaNoWriMo, Spit, sleeping, etc., etc., etc.

Speaking of sleeping, I plan on doing it well tonight. Good luck to anyone shopping (or working retail) tomorrow.
whiski_sour: (gibbs smile)
I'm blessed to be related to and friends with some truly great people who served or are serving their country. To them and to the rest of the vets, I say THANK YOU.
whiski_sour: (in trouble)
For those of you playing the home game, my dad's side of the family owns farm land. Not much, about 40 acres in Southern Illinois. When my great-grandma passed away, it was passed to my grandma and great-aunt. Since my grandma passed away, her share of the land when to my dad, but Papa has been taking care of paying the bills, while Aunt Jo has been taking care of the business communications and Dad signs the checks and is kept in the loop.

Well, it's been decided that since one day Dad's share of the farm will go to me and Mimzie, I need to learn the ropes of managing the farm account. Mimzie gets a pass because a)she's in Texas and b)she's terrible with money. She'll tell you she's terrible with it. She has no problem with me being in charge of the money.

So that's going to be a fun adult thing to learn. Me learning it won't be hard; them teaching it will be.

If there's one thing my family can do it's make things complicated.


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