Fun with the fambly.

First things first:
The Playstation is dead. That's right. No more.

There is apparently some kind of thingy where the disc spins that does something that makes the system read the disk that is not working. There are ways to take it apart and put it back together, but i'm not sure we are smart enough to do it.

All hopes of being a cartoon-carrot farmer have been dashed.*




*This is a reference to a post by Whinger from once upon a time. But for the life of me? I can't find the exact post. Hmm... sorry about that.


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In other news, today is pay day, which means that i can live again without being completely freaked that all of my "checks"* are bouncing or that i'm deducting imaginary money that will bite me in the ass later on. You just don't know. The Bank does crazy things with my money.



*See, i had to put "checks" in quotes because all of the banking is done online. Which i love. I just have to remember to look at it occasionally to make sure that things are being paid and transactions are going through. Not real checks, you see. Fake checks. Fake checks that need watching.


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Also, yesterday was Mother's Day, as we all know. So, Happy Mother's Day to all of you out there who have children.
I have no children (totally by choice thank you), but i would like to point out that the dogs gave me NOTHING. So disappointing. You try and try to raise good, respectful, little ones and they turn around and completely ignore you on your special day.
Well, thanks for nothing.


What we DID do yesterday was take out my mother and grandmother to lunch with The Boy's parents, his grandmother and his kids. Wow. This would be the second time both families got together, and i must say, they do get along rather well. I'm not sure what his parents think of my mother and grandmother, but my mom gets a huge kick out of The Boy's mother.

She is an interesting woman, Boy'sMom. She doesn't give a single, solitary SHIT about what you or anyone else thinks of her.

Boy'sMom was born and spent most of her childhood in Latvia/Russia/Poland (there was a bit of moving around for her then) and came to the states with her mother (a doctor - a Russian, Female doctor. In the 50's. Pretty impressive, i'd say.) and sister*. The three of them learned English, where in fact, Boy'sMom was a linguistics major in school and now teaches ESL (English as a Second Language) at the city college. At one point she worked for a government organization in Manhattan and entertained other job offers for another gov't agency. She decided that they were taking too long to present her with the right offer, so she told them she wasn't interested.
In the 70's she worked for Andy Warhol on Interview magazine, where the story goes, he signed a copy of his latest book for her and she handed it back to him and said,"why the hell would i want that?".
If she can tell Andy Warhol where to shove it, she can certainly tell the rest of us.

I am still intimidated by Boy'sMom. She is outspoken and intelligent, and will most certainly tell you to your face what she thinks of you. I really do like her a whole lot and love listening to her stories. The Boy, on the other hand, doesn't appreciate how she monopolizes conversations and insists on speaking loudly and telling embarrassing stories about herself or anyone else, for that matter.

She tends to be somewhat inappropriate. The Boy says she was born without a filter and just doesn't understand when she should keep her mouth shut. At her sister-in-law's funeral just a month ago, when the family was quietly shoveling dirt into the grave, Boy'sMom was telling a story to another family member about something the deceased had done that had particularly annoyed her. It was hard to tell if she was trying, even a little bit, to be inconspicious.
I find it wildly entertaining.







*No doubt there were more family members, but i can't remember exactly who. I think her grandmother came over with them... not sure.