Monday, April 6, 2009

Weekend blurb, and Family!

What a weekend! So much to do, and to few hours to do it in! Saturday was spent working in the garden, painting a fence, watching a crap F1 quali session, and going to a 2-in-1 family birthday party – Uncle turns 60 and cousin turns 21. It was ok, nice to see them again.

Richard phoned on Saturday, sounding rather upset – he got stung by a wasp. You need to know my son to understand what a big thing this was – he hates bees, and is terrified of being stung. Shame, I felt so sorry for him! But he is fine, luckily no allergic reactions.

On Sunday I was in the garden early – to finish what I started on Saturday, and plan some veggie seeds. Then I watched that crappy F1 race (I don’t want to talk about it!), and went to my SIL’s birthday lunch. I made a salad, and it was so great using lettuce from my own garden for the salad! Can’t wait till the next batch is ready!

Family – what can you say about them? You can’t choose who you want as your family. Not that mine is bad, in fact, my brothers are great, I love my mom, SIL is cool, and so is my brother’s girl friend. But yesterday I just couldn’t enjoy their company. I was feeling terrible and hope that had something to do with it. There were 6 of us, but the only time that the 6 of us sat together and talked, was when we had lunch. The rest of the time it was me and my brothers and my mom on one side of the room, and SIL and GIL (girl friend in law) in the kitchen or outside, but never with us. Why can’t they sit with us, even if they don’t want to talk to us? I am so tired of constantly having to split myself between 2 “groups”. I feel guilty if I talk with one and not the other. And it was no just yesterday, it is always like that – even last week when I invited all of them over to watch the cricket – the 2 girls on one side, the 2 boys on the other, me in the middle. It irritates me so much I can just scream! Family – there are moments when you may not like them, but you love them always!

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