This past weekend would have been my parents 51st anniversary. Debra and I drove up Saturday afternoon to be with our Mum. These once special and happy days are really turning into days I want to avoid, but alas, I cannot. My denial only works for some things. I was OK until I got off at Mum's exit and I turn down a street with a church and the lovely cemetery faces the road. First choke up of the weekend. My Dad isn't even buried there nor was that their church they worshipped in. I allowed myself to cry while I drove to Mum's house and then stopped. After I took a nap, I did feel better even though I was sleeping in their bed on my Dad's side of the bed. Thankfully, that does not seem to bother me. It's more comforting.
After my sister gets there, which is always way after me because she is perpetually late, as I have established in prior blogs, the two Leo's want to go shopping. OH JOY! Because shopping is right up there with root canal for me. We hit the pharmacy, that had the oldest patrons I have ever seen in one place before, and I lived in Florida. They found a consignment shop they wanted to look at. Yay! We go in and they are looking at this old crap and that old crap and I am thinking in my head, "I could just go in the back and hang myself and end this torture." After about oohhhhh 40 minutes of buying nothing, we go to the hardware store for vacuum repair. Where BONUS they offer free popcorn. ;=.......Anyhoo, we get what we need and head to the grocery store, now grocery shopping I do not mind unless it was with my baby's daddy, he could make a quick run turn into an afternoon, horrible, horrific even. Where was I? Oh right, Publix, so we go and get food for our "anniversary" dinner for 3. Debra and I always have such good adventures in the grocery store and I don't even know why. But we always do and thankfully Saturday was no exception. We decide on filet's, green beans, french bread and of course a trio of small desserts. I grab beer and Debra heads next door to the wine store. Another place we can always get giggling at.
We are home and decide to watch one of all of our favorite moovies "A Christmas Carol" with Alastair Sims, my all time fave version. Debra is happily being Chef Diva and Mum and I are watching the moovie. I, of course, have already tapped into the beer. My niece Jane and her doggy Aunt Heidi are running around this ranch house and being idiots. Dinner comes and we sit and BAM here come my tears again. Now, when the "strong one" starts crying it turns the other two into puddles as well. Maybe I need to have my blood checked because this crying is not me, I don't like it, I don't want to do it and I'm tired of crying since April 11, 2012. I used to make fun of my Mum for crying at Kodak commercials when they came on the TV, and I would laugh when Deb would get teary over stupid things. Now, I'm the stupid, crying girl. Really pisses me off to be honest with you. I'm starting to believe they have become the "strong ones". We enjoy the wonderful dinner that Deb made and the rest of the night was uneventful.
Our next hurdle with not be until April 11, 2013, I am already back ordering my tissues.
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