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Weekend Update
Sep. 2nd, 2007 12:42 pmOur top headline: Generalissimo Francisco Franco is still dead!
Heh heh. That joke never gets old. (And it seriously dates me, too, since that's from the 70s era of Saturday Night Live.
Took a day off work Wednesday to visit the state fair with my lovely and talented wife. We walked around, we ate food, drank drinks, watched some of the horse shows in the big barn (an excellent place to escape the summer heat and brightness for a while), perused the pies and cakes and table setting competitions, bought me a new wallet and a new summer hat*. Eventually we rode the overhead tram from the far end of the fair back to the exit nearest our car and headed home. It was fun. I'm glad I did it. (And as my wife keeps pointing out, if I'd agree to do what she suggests more often I'd have more fun--because she makes good suggestions.)
My LiveJournal game has ground to a temporary halt. No doubt due in large part to the Labor Day weekend holidays. It'll pick up again, I'm sure.
Spent Friday evening at the game club with a couple of friends. Not that we actually, you know, gamed. We just sat and talked. Next week we plan to actually play something with the Dogs in the Vineyard rules. Something Superhero-y, most likely.
Saturday was slow and restful. Save, that is, for my wife getting a call from her sister asking her to come out to their brother's place for steaks and whatnot. Wife agreed, only to then have sister say something like "Oh good, then you can give Abusive Boyfriend and me a ride home!"
My wife has made it clear that she doesn't like, doesn't trust and doesn't want to be around Abusive Boyfriend. Ideally, her sister would dump his ass and never see him again, but that's got to be her decision. At the very least, my wife will not willingly be around him. Her sister knows that. Thus, the attempt to mousetrap my wife into coming out.
Fortunately, my wife is smarter than that--and perfectly willing to change her mind about attending the cookout, even if means that her reasons (not being willing to be around Abusive Boyfriend) are obvious and unmistakable--it's not like she's made a secret of her feelings on the matter. However, this was also the last straw for her relationship with her sister. She won't be taking her calls or dealing with her anymore. That kind of manipulative behavior is why she stopped going around most of the rest of her family, and now she's had to include her sister in that group.
It hurts. She feels hurt and betrayed by her sister (and rightfully so), but cutting her off is the best thing in the long run. Still, it's put a damper on our nice long weekend.
Still, we may have friends coming over today. If they do, that'll be nice. (And Rory, if you read this, we've got PIE! Call us!)
Heh heh. That joke never gets old. (And it seriously dates me, too, since that's from the 70s era of Saturday Night Live.
Took a day off work Wednesday to visit the state fair with my lovely and talented wife. We walked around, we ate food, drank drinks, watched some of the horse shows in the big barn (an excellent place to escape the summer heat and brightness for a while), perused the pies and cakes and table setting competitions, bought me a new wallet and a new summer hat*. Eventually we rode the overhead tram from the far end of the fair back to the exit nearest our car and headed home. It was fun. I'm glad I did it. (And as my wife keeps pointing out, if I'd agree to do what she suggests more often I'd have more fun--because she makes good suggestions.)
My LiveJournal game has ground to a temporary halt. No doubt due in large part to the Labor Day weekend holidays. It'll pick up again, I'm sure.
Spent Friday evening at the game club with a couple of friends. Not that we actually, you know, gamed. We just sat and talked. Next week we plan to actually play something with the Dogs in the Vineyard rules. Something Superhero-y, most likely.
Saturday was slow and restful. Save, that is, for my wife getting a call from her sister asking her to come out to their brother's place for steaks and whatnot. Wife agreed, only to then have sister say something like "Oh good, then you can give Abusive Boyfriend and me a ride home!"
My wife has made it clear that she doesn't like, doesn't trust and doesn't want to be around Abusive Boyfriend. Ideally, her sister would dump his ass and never see him again, but that's got to be her decision. At the very least, my wife will not willingly be around him. Her sister knows that. Thus, the attempt to mousetrap my wife into coming out.
Fortunately, my wife is smarter than that--and perfectly willing to change her mind about attending the cookout, even if means that her reasons (not being willing to be around Abusive Boyfriend) are obvious and unmistakable--it's not like she's made a secret of her feelings on the matter. However, this was also the last straw for her relationship with her sister. She won't be taking her calls or dealing with her anymore. That kind of manipulative behavior is why she stopped going around most of the rest of her family, and now she's had to include her sister in that group.
It hurts. She feels hurt and betrayed by her sister (and rightfully so), but cutting her off is the best thing in the long run. Still, it's put a damper on our nice long weekend.
Still, we may have friends coming over today. If they do, that'll be nice. (And Rory, if you read this, we've got PIE! Call us!)
