11/29/12

Woo hoo!  Mom called at about 1600 h yesterday to say that while she was talking to my sister on the front porch, the UPS truck arrived to deliver three boxes.  She had the gal put them in the driveway in front of the garage rather than hump them up the front stairs just so I could hump them right back down again.  Surprisingly, I did NOT leave work immediately to go look at them.  When I did go home at 1700 h, I unpacked the big shipping boxes and put the little boxes of individual stuff in the trunk of Fiona.  I had a look at all the bits as I did so as well.  They are so cool!  I can hardly wait to install it all.  And now for the “not woo hoo” portion of the show, I didn’t win the lottery.  Oh well, I guess I'll keep “working.”  So, what is there to talk about now?  I guess I could tell y'all about the Sunday dinner with the family.  Ok, mom warned me that my oldest brother, Bruce’s side of the family was coming over for a late lunch on Sunday.  The invitees were: my brother Bruce, his wife Mel, their kids Amy and John, Amy’s… um, Stephanie, John's wife “Mel Jr.” (her name is actually Jessica but… well, my nephew married his mom), and their kids Peggy and Punkin (their names are actually Margaret and Evelyn but “Peggy” is somehow a diminutive of “Margaret” [and it annoys the parents and grandparents when I call her Peggy] and Evelyn was born on Halloween).  All of them showed up but John.  He was in San Antonio at a “Mystic Warlords of Ka’a” playing card tournament.  Sorry, I'm giggling at being able to use “Mystic Warlords of Ka’a” in a sentence and it is only inaccurate as far as the title.  Yes, he really was at… no, wait, I'm not going into my nephew’s geekiness.  So, we all sit around the house for a bit then head to West Side Café for some lunch.  Now, I don’t have anything against Amy and Stephanie, but I just don’t have anything to say to them either… for that matter, I don’t really have anything to say to Bruce and Mel when it comes right down to it.  In fact, Juan might argue that I really don’t have anything to say to anyone, being the crusty old curmudgeon that I am.  Psh, like I care.  As for Peggy and Punkin, well one is seven and the other two.  I REALLY don’t have anything to say to them.  At least there were three young waitresses in their tight, white, form fitting, long-sleeve T-shirts I could ogle the whole time we were eating.  There were a couple “more age appropriate” waitresses who didn’t look too bad in the face as well.  As long as I wasn’t drawn into a conversation at the table, I was fine.  Fortunately I was seated in the middle between two groups having individual conversations which didn’t try to cross my plane of consciousness.  Eventually we finished eating and headed back to the house.  There we hung out for a little while and then they all left.  It.  Was.  Hell.  Well, not their leaving, THAT was glorious!  So, there’s all that going on.  To tell the truth, the only reason I wanted to tell the tale of the Sunday lunch was to say that my nephew was in San Antonio at a “Mystic Warlords of Ka’a” tournament.  It makes me giggle every time.  Mystic Warlords of Ka’a!  Next time I see him, I'm going to ask if Wil Wheaton’s “Small Rock” killed his “Enchanted Bunny” just to see if he gets it.