Living New Year's Vicariously

My sons both had somewhat eventful New Year's Eves unlike their mother who snored away obliviously. Both have learned to make the most of their father's heritage.

Graeme has inherited his father's dry wit and tendency to appear to be male chauvinist. There is a fine line between what they have and the real thing. They both are heavy on the "women should be doing the women's work like cooking and cleaning". They do not say this because they believe women are inferior to men, stupid or unable to do anything else successfully but because they are, in fact, quite lazy and do not want to have to do these things themselves. (It seems my husband chose his wife poorly - he has a number of friends whose wives have "kept" them for decades while they piss around pretending to be entrepreneurs.) Graeme loves to see the hackles rise on women by dropping anti-feminist comments.

He was quite successful New Year's Eve.

Turns out that April's cousin has married Ed the Sock's brother whose wife has also appeared on TV. I'm not going to link to her stuff because I don't know what she appeared in. But here's Ed:




Graeme made a typically anti-woman statement early in the evening which put Mrs. Ed in a less than friendly state of mind toward him. Later, they were talking about women on TV and Graeme said, quite sarcastically "Women can't appear on TV sub-par" which made her blow up. He apologized in front of everyone that he didn't mean it - it was sarcastic - more an observation of the actual state of things than his own personal opinion but she was determined to remain angry and miserable. She came off looking bad in front of her various in-laws while Graeme was the good guy for apologizing. He is quite shocked at her considering Ed the Sock's character (which I think she helped write!) Some people really don't get some humour.

My other son was at a friend's party where some guy sat down next to him and started mouthing that the Holocaust was a good thing. Matt is quite semitic in appearance so the guy had to have been a total idiot. Matt lived up to his Irish roots and dragged the dude outside and kicked the crap out of him for insulting his Jewish roots. A good time was had by all.

I miss all the fun.

I've forgotten how to cook.

My sister came by today - she was doing errands and wanted to drop off some psoriasis ointment - heavy duty stuff - for Gary who has a single spot that hasn't responded to the over the counter stuff. When she called, she wasn't going to stay long - didn't feel much like being with people. But now that she is here, she is staying for dinner and is away downstairs with the kids yakking about whatever it is they are yakking about.

I am up here making chicken cacciatore not quite right. But no matter. It will end up fine in the end. There are no purists here. And if there are, I'll just say it wasn't chicken cacciatore - it was something I just made up. nanananana

I need wine. Well, I have wine but I need it opened. And then I should buy more.

My garage is well stuffed now. I wouldn't have thought more could fit in there but lo and behold! a couple things went into the shed which has room since the snow blower has come out and voila! Lots of room in the garage for dining room sets. I'll bet when Graeme moves out, I could fit my car in the garage. What a thought! but I could! I really could! How exciting! It's been many years - like 15?

Ho Hum

So my feel good yesterday didn't last so very long. I suppose I must be fighting a minimal flu of sorts. The auction had next to nothing that interested me although there were so very very many things to be auctioned. I guess I just don't care about "stuff" any more. I have too much as it is.

My mouth got very dry and my head started to ache and my tummy felt woozy and the guy holding the auction was just so full of shit that I offered to take Lily home - she was probably feeling better than I was but her boredom was off the charts from her body language. And so we left.

Gary and Graeme love their auctions. They hadn't picked up on half the bullshit I did. But they weren't taken in anyway. They know the score better than most. However, they stayed until the bitter end. A total of about $1000 was spent and they got some great deals and some ok ones. They brought home a large framed mirror for me that I'm very happy with. I have a number of places I could hang it - they should have brought me 2.

Happy New Year

Wasn't so bad at my Mom's. She did the pot roast right so it was good after all. And she did a nice pie which I refused to bring home because I am fat enough thanks.

I had a not bath and last I looked, it was 9:30 and I was asleep. Gary says he woke me at midnight with a kiss and a Happy New Year but I don't remember. I woke up again at about 9. I feel pretty good.

We're off to a furniture auction. Who does an auction on New Year's morning? It's snowing too so there will be no one there. We don't need anything but the kids do.