This is going to be a short one. I just had something on my mind and figured I'd jot it down for your enjoyment or mine. Whoever gets the most out of it I guess.
Anyways, Last night Dad invited us over for dinner... again. Lol. And after dinner was ready and everyone was actually home Dad called everyone in to make a plate. He made red beans and rice with some sausage cut up in it and all kinds of nifty seasonings and what not. Well, after Shane made his plate I heard him calling me from the kitchen. "Baby... Can I EAT the bay leaf?"
*Blank Stare*
Now, before my brain even began to wonder "Why in the HELL he would ask such a stupid question?!"... it was thinking something a little different. He ACTUALLY called it a "Bay Leaf." How on earth does some self proclaimed Red Neck, born and raised in the heart of South Carolina, know what a Bay Leaf is? You ask him to hot wire a car... he'll figure it out. You ask him how many people can fit into the trunk of a 2002 Ford Taurus, he'll tell ya. You show him any amount of weed... he'll tell you how much is there down to the exact gram. Hell, he even has the guts to take a soldering gun to a circuit board. This kid couldn't cook if every single dish said nothing but "just add water," yet he knows what a Bay Leaf is.
Now don't think I'm underestimating him. I know there are a few things he has issues with... including adopting all of my nifty gadgets which I REALLY could have used today while trying to find the Social Security Office to get my name changed. I had no GPS, no radar... which is bad because if I get irritated when I can't find a place I KNOW I'm going to speed. I couldn't hook up internet and my laptop in the car to use map quest on the way because he had the power inverter... which his Dad gave us so it doesn't really count as soley mine. The rest of it I had well before we even started dating. (Yes I can share, but let sharing be my option. Don't make it mandatory!) I couldn't even listen to my iPod in the car because he had the transmitter and the power cable. He DID leave me the cell phone. I guess he figured I'd need it if I got lost...
Anyways back to the story. None the less, yes he as issues (as do I... plenty of them!) but when you can't spell "Atlantic" and pronounce "confirmation" as "com-firm-shun" and "installation" as "install-shun" and "Mustang" as "Must-ain"... then yeah. I just don't expect you to know what a Bay Leaf is. I'm sorry.
Yes I like to pick on my Husband.. but don't think he doesn't do his fair share of it. Especially when him and my Mother get together. OMG! It's living HELL! If I'm in the car and Shane shifts gears and my head jerks I have to listen to him call me a Chicken Head until I get to where we're going. And the only reason I don't hear it then is because I'm too far away to hear it... and don't think that's an accident! Between the two of them I can't live down a thing.
And Mom. Woah. That's a whole different story. A guy I was dating gave me a promise ring. I told her not to tell anybody. What did she do... she told somebody. Grandma. Two days later I get a message from my cousin congratulating me on the engagement. O.o Seriously?! Come on! (A little background here. My family is pure bred Italian.. and they LOVE to talk.) But if you think that was bad then listen to this one. The same guy who gave me that promise ring started talking about marriage. Not asking me to marry him. Just talking about it. Feeling things out I guess, seeing where we both stand on the matter. Well of course Mom finds out and again, a few days later, I got another message from the same cousin for the same thing... congratulating me on the engagement. Don't you think once is enough people?! When I found out I was pregnant... the first person I told was Mom. And you know why? Because telling her news like that is like hacking into a television station and broadcasting the news on every possible channel. So it just saved me couple phone calls...
Well I guess that's enough ranting for one day. Have fun and enjoy the rest of your day or night or pizza... and save me a slice! See ya!
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