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A Weekend at Home
Oct. 17th, 2005 10:59 pmWent home this weekend. It was stressful, getting there friday night, being busy saturday, leaving sunday. But it was nice to see my family, including Joey, my cousin's baby. I actually go to see some family I haven't seen for 13 years (!).
Saturday night, we went to dinner at the Mount Shasta Resort. Joey was being really good, ie not crying or screaming. But she was tapping a spoon on a plate, having fun. Suddenly, this women who had to be at least 50, which platinum dyed hair with black lowlights, stands up and says "Excuse me, we're trying to talk. If you're going to let her make noise, take her someplace trashy like a five and dime."
Bitch. Okay, sorry the 11-month old wasn't being classy. She was having fun. If the noise was disturbing you, you could have asked nicely for her to be quiet.
Then, this fifty year old woman starts banging her spoon on a plate, so my uncle Jon, Joey's grandfather, stands up. Jon was a cop for thirty years, and by god, the man scares me. He leans over and says "she's a child, there is no reason for you to be some immature and rude."
So the lady's husband GRABS the spoon from her and and takes it away. Everyone was staring at her, wondering why she was being so rude. We were all pissed.
But in other news, Corinna, you were right. I weighed myself at home, and I've lost 14 pounds since classes started, making it 40 pounds since early June. So I'm all excited about that. Except having to get new clothes. Because clothes cost the moneys. Bastards.
Saturday night, we went to dinner at the Mount Shasta Resort. Joey was being really good, ie not crying or screaming. But she was tapping a spoon on a plate, having fun. Suddenly, this women who had to be at least 50, which platinum dyed hair with black lowlights, stands up and says "Excuse me, we're trying to talk. If you're going to let her make noise, take her someplace trashy like a five and dime."
Bitch. Okay, sorry the 11-month old wasn't being classy. She was having fun. If the noise was disturbing you, you could have asked nicely for her to be quiet.
Then, this fifty year old woman starts banging her spoon on a plate, so my uncle Jon, Joey's grandfather, stands up. Jon was a cop for thirty years, and by god, the man scares me. He leans over and says "she's a child, there is no reason for you to be some immature and rude."
So the lady's husband GRABS the spoon from her and and takes it away. Everyone was staring at her, wondering why she was being so rude. We were all pissed.
But in other news, Corinna, you were right. I weighed myself at home, and I've lost 14 pounds since classes started, making it 40 pounds since early June. So I'm all excited about that. Except having to get new clothes. Because clothes cost the moneys. Bastards.
