calm before the storm?

I wished my mom a happy second mother’s day this morning LOL but she didn’t like that – she called it Un-Father’s Day LOL like an Un-Birthday a la Alice in Wonderland I guess. Either way BLECH to this day for me.

It was SO HOT and HUMID today DOUBLE BLECH!! We got the portable a/c out as soon as we got home from dinner. Tried to put in the one we bought at an auction last summer for $5 (it goes in a hole in the wall) but it was literally half an inch too tall – HOW AGGRAVATING! Oh well. The 12K btu from the portable one seems to be doing the trick so far. I just wanted EXTRA cold LOL

So, yeah, dinner was fairly uneventful. CFMIL and CFBIL clustered to us like friggin pigs in shit. They were all set to sit down at the table when BF and I sat down at the other end from them – just where we happened to come to two empty seats – and they hauled ass over to sit right next to us. Everyone shifted around to other seats so there could be four together. No big deal was made of it outwardly but… It was odd. I felt stalked. It’s like they are desperately clinging to their "own little family". It makes me a bit sick to think how sick their mentality is.

Anyway. In the interest of trying to make conversation and sorely lacking of any topic that I cared to speak with them about, I noticed a really neat ring CFMIL was wearing. It was a belt and the top was the buckle clustered all over with little diamonds. Probably fake but very pretty nonetheless. I commented on that, complimented her. Then noticed the ring on her other hand. She told me it was her wedding and engagement ring. …. WTF…. um… yeah… wtf. First of all, the dude has been dead now for four years and, secondly, they were practically divorced for over 10 years before that. I just love how, once someone dies in this family, they become a saint.  No matter that he hit her and abused her verbally and, undoubtedly, cheated on her as well – among other wonderful things he put their family through – she still looked at ME like *I* was the crazy one when he got sick and I said there were agencies who would take care of him when she started talking about him coming to live with her. I’m sorry that the guy had cancer but if he had been beating and otherwise abusing me there is no chance in HELL I would take him back into my home and my life and NURSE him to his DEATH. No. Way. Ah yes, but this is the woman who also told me one night when we had stopped at her house to pick something up that she just wished he could have been healthy a few years longer so that he could have gotten them into a better position financially (he still supported them even though he didn’t live there) and THEN he could die. HE OWED THEM THAT MUCH. blech.

Aye, this is the place to get this garbage out of my system right? lol Anyhow, I swallowed all my comments and changed the subject. Sick sick sick.

Skillfully, BF had set us down at the table near his cousin-in-law who also plays the same computer game. So, thankfully, conversation revolved around the stupid game and movies and books. CFMIL sat there not speaking and not really paying attention but just so damn eager to be included. I would have thought she would enjoy the evening more sitting next to her sister and the other "adults" at the table but, no. Must stick close to BF. As if that will change his mind about moving or make him closer to them. *shrug* Had BF and I sat at the other end of the table, closer to the "adults", there would have been much more discussion of our move and choices to go to school, etc. As it was, BF’s uncle asked as we were on the way out. Well, as BF was on the way out as I had hobbled off to relieve my throbbing bladder. I knew they would wait until I wasn’t nearby to broach the subject. hehehe As I met them outside, I heard BF say to his mother "nah, I thought I’d just move away and never come back again". I heard the sarcasm but … one can hope! LOL He later told me that his mother keeps asking "but you’ll come back right?" We both know she means "after school" but he plays it off as if she means "visits". One day she will get up the nerve to come right out and ask. That’s the way it works in this family. Avoid and deny for as long as possible before you have to face the truth. *shrug*

ONLY TWO MORE MONTHS!!!

I asked BF for his gauge of his mother these days in regard to our moving. I asked if he thinks it’s the calm before the storm. He said that he thinks it’s the calm before the sadness and depression. "And then the hysteria," I added. He agreed ruefully.

I fully expect hysterics before we leave. I fully expect to be told what a selfish bitch I am for taking him away from his family. But no matter what those fvcking retards say, do or pull I know that BF and I are okay. That he wants to move just as much as I do – not that I don’t have my own reservations and anxieties about this BIG change – and that he thinks the decisions we’re making now are the best for him, for me and for us. So let them try. No, scratch that. Please God, let them suffer in silence but, God, give me strength and a clear head -and quick, pointed tongue- when they do erupt. *GRIN*

Other than that, I am pleased to find that I really like baked salmon. MMMM. I am venturing into the seafood world more and more. I do have to be careful though as BF is allergic. When we get to Ottawa, I am going to get a referral to an allergist again for sure. We haven’t seen one in a couple years and he was a bit weird at that.

We finally completed the remaining bits of our groceries… I have started the next book in my series… 

So, today I am grateful…

* for no drama or blow ups at the dinner

* that my mom treated herself and my brother to a Subway dinner today instead of cooking

* that our portable air conditioner still works after being in storage for a year and that we have ANY a/c considering the other one doesn’t fit…

* that we will probably get upwards of $50 for the a/c that doesn’t fit – good compensation for it not being the right size if I do say so myself!

* that transferring my prescription records to a new pharmacy once we move will be as simple as a phone call between pharmacies!

* that I finally have my prescription nasal spray

* that I have the option to put some flea medicine from the vet on the credit card should I decide it’s necessary… I have had a few bites recently, have seen the cats licking a bit more than usual and what, perhaps, might have been a flea on Cali. Unfortunately, we didn’t have the money when they’re prescription ran out on the 12th to refill it immediately. I thought we might not need to as I was no longer getting bitten and the cats seemed fine. Looks like they might be back though… UGH.