I had such a great time yesterday at the Old School Gal Pals luncheon.
I met my BF Bethie in Byron and rode the rest of the way up to the meeting place with her and her hubs. I had the best time. Her hubs is interesting to talk with and at times, had me laughing so hard. It's been a long time since I laughed that hard!
My BFF's (who is deceased) daughter showed up and sat next to me. We had lots of hugs and "I love yous", and a really good chat. I announced to the group that she is about to become a grandma again. Her daughter is having a baby girl on August 28. The baby's name? Kathlene. Kathy for her and Lene for my BFF, who's name was Arelene.
I love when people incorporate family names like that. Our family does it too.
We arrived at a kind of swanky place. Miss June The Teacher had suggested we eat there and said, "It will have a more varied menu and perhaps Judy can find something to order other than Tacos or Nachos."
Now the reason I always order Tacos or Nachos is because I never get to have them, except at our luncheon.
I looked on the menu, they had Pesto dishes and Patty Melt's and Chicken stuff and Shrimp stuff and... Tacos and Nachos. So just to show Miss Prissy Pants, I ordered Nachos.
They were smaller and not as good as the ones I get when we go to the smaller, little dives we sometimes go to, and they weren't near as good and cost $4.00 more!
One of our lady's was not at all pleased with her Patty Melt--there was hardly any cheese on it and she let the waitress know. The manager came out and asked if she wanted another one or something different, and our friend said, "No. I just want to bitch about this one!"
I almost fell outta my chair. I wondered what Miss Prissy Pants thought about that. She didn't say a word. Just sat there with her lips pressed together, in a thin line.
Another friend, that I have known since I was 3, usually butts in with the most unconventional words and phrases, usually when someone else is talking about something. The rest of us smile, look at each other and wink. She is becoming a bit daft. Got lost on the way there, which was harder to do than you'd think. She comes south on a highway and when she get to the next highway, she turns right and up the road is the restaurant.
You can tell we are getting older and all a bit daft because we have lost our filter. Always very polite women who would never interrupt or complain about our food, now just blat out whatever pops into our mind. It can get hilarious just listening.
When we got back, I drove on out to The Farm to visit Sister and her hubs.
She said to me, "You will understand this. I am having a time with "A" (her son) taking things I say out of context or meaning."
He had been out to visit and she made a chicken dinner. Afterwards, he said, "I am sick of chicken. I wish you had fixed a roast."
Susan said, "Why didn't you tell me. I will fix whatever you want."
He said, "What?! We've had chicken the last two times I came out. I would think you'd know, I wanted roast beef!"
The next week was his birthday. Susan made a beef roast and vegetables in the Crock Pot and took it up to his house. He had been on vacation
Susan asked how he had enjoyed his vacation.
"It was all right."
"You were in South Dakota? Did you stop at the Corn Palace? Did you see Mount Rushmore?"
"Geez Mother! Can't I go anywhere without my Mommy planning my trip? I suppose you want to know if I took enough underwear."
She said, "We left shortly after that. As I walked out, I said, 'Happy Birthday. Hope you enjoyed the Roast Beef dinner."
"Oh, yeah. Thanks."
Susan said this attitude from him has been going on for the last six months now. She said, "Remember back when you told Mark you were so glad he inherited the farm....his favorite farm, because that's where his grammie lived? You told him that if you couldn't live there, you were so happy that he could. Remember?"
"Never forget it. He took offense and told everyone that I was mad that I hadn't inherited the farm."
"Yeah. Don't we talk plainly anymore or do they just hear what they want to hear?"
"I don't know," I said. "I told Pammie the same thing and she didn't take offence. She said, 'I'm glad too, Momma. Keep it in the family.' "
"Then I had to apologize to Mark and tell him, 'what I meant was', I was afraid that farm was going to be sold. If I hadn't inherited it, I am so happy he did, because it was his favorite farm and we were able to keep it in the family. I couldn't inherit the farm, Grandpa knew that. I can barely afford to live in my little house. How could I afford this farm? I'm so happy you are here because you can take care of it."
Susan said, "You know--we've kidded with out kids all their lives. Joked about things, said sarcastic things. They always knew we were just kidding. Now, we can't do that anymore, I guess. They take it as truth and get offended."
We both sighed.
After I left The Farm, I stopped at Pammies. Wanted to see how her birthday went. She had two days off--with pay! She had already made plans for those two days AND the weekend. Her recliner was surrounded with baskets of yarn, her phone nearby to play FB games on and she had her TV schedule all worked out.
"I ain't going anywhere and I ain't doing anything!" she proclaimed. "Well, I do have to clean the house on Friday and mow the lawn on Saturday, but other than that...nothing."
She cracks me up. She is a Mini-Me for sure.
I left home at 11:00 yesterday morning and didn't get home until 7:30. I was exhausted!!!!!
What a wonderful day!!!