alittleoffkey
10-25-2008, 08:33 PM
Tomorrow I would appreciate everyone to breathe an extra prayer for me. :help:I just found out that after church (and I hope it's a good, inspiring sermon) I have to explain to my uncle (Dad's slightly-younger bro) that my grandfather with alzheimers does not, in fact, need a gun - without terrifying him. :confused: He lives in Texas, so he hasn't seen my grandfather in two months, and he hasn't heard half of my grandmother's stories in that time. :whack:
Apparently two "young men" wandered down my grandmother's half-mile driveway sometime this week... and their alibi (which my 5-foot-nothin', cancer-ridden, 74 year old grandmother walked out in the front yard to discern... my walker-bound grandfather in tow) was "iffy". :doh: So now he wants a gun. I don't blame the guy - I'd want a gun too... but I can't even have a gun in their house now that he's there again. And she doesn't have the strength in her hands to pull a trigger anyway (not that she knows how to shoot a gun anyway).
I'm not entirely certain how to accomplish this but (to the tune of happy birthday to you) Good luck to me! Good luck to me! Good luuuuck to meeeee, good luck to me! :rant: Where's the smiley who bangs its head against a wall? I need that one.
Unfortunately, I'm really good at upsetting that side of the family. I'm like my Mom's side, we're upfront, honest and expect that from others... Dad's side are all very secretive and get their feelings hurt really easily (and women aren't supposed to have opinions anyway:innocent:). I'm so tired of being their family diplomat... I don't know what I've done to be appointed to the job - I'm honest to a rather sharp point, and I completely refuse to pussyfoot around. I suppose everyone knows I'll get the job done quicker than anyone else would.
Anyway, that feels better! Thanks for listening to my rant - and for any thoughts and/or prayers you can offer - especially after church tomorrow. ;) I'll let ya'll know how it goes. :cool:
Apparently two "young men" wandered down my grandmother's half-mile driveway sometime this week... and their alibi (which my 5-foot-nothin', cancer-ridden, 74 year old grandmother walked out in the front yard to discern... my walker-bound grandfather in tow) was "iffy". :doh: So now he wants a gun. I don't blame the guy - I'd want a gun too... but I can't even have a gun in their house now that he's there again. And she doesn't have the strength in her hands to pull a trigger anyway (not that she knows how to shoot a gun anyway).
I'm not entirely certain how to accomplish this but (to the tune of happy birthday to you) Good luck to me! Good luck to me! Good luuuuck to meeeee, good luck to me! :rant: Where's the smiley who bangs its head against a wall? I need that one.
Unfortunately, I'm really good at upsetting that side of the family. I'm like my Mom's side, we're upfront, honest and expect that from others... Dad's side are all very secretive and get their feelings hurt really easily (and women aren't supposed to have opinions anyway:innocent:). I'm so tired of being their family diplomat... I don't know what I've done to be appointed to the job - I'm honest to a rather sharp point, and I completely refuse to pussyfoot around. I suppose everyone knows I'll get the job done quicker than anyone else would.
Anyway, that feels better! Thanks for listening to my rant - and for any thoughts and/or prayers you can offer - especially after church tomorrow. ;) I'll let ya'll know how it goes. :cool: