Where to start...where to start..
How about here? We got our place!! We moved in Thursday evening and the cats, while at the moment were still in one room together, are where they belong and will soon have free reign of the new place. Nixon will once again have his own room as will Mac and I. FINALLY!!
In other news: I needed a break and had heard my dad is kind of in a bad place emotionally speaking, so Nixon and I took our first road trip together. I'm spending the weekend at home in Western New York. It was a very last minute decision so no one got a lot of warning. I did wait until I arrived to call Marsha (aka my grandmother) and let her know I was here. I had wanted to just surprise her, but she made that impossible by being....well herself. And she even tried to make me feel bad for coming home with no advance notice, so she could make something work. (I'm sorry, but since when is a visit from a family member you haven't seen in over 3 years, any thing less than awesome?!?!)
I called my grandparents last night, hoping to find a good time to surprise them with a visit on Saturday. After a few minutes it became clear I had no choice but to ruin the surprise, if I wanted to see them.
me: (gram had just asked for our new address and I said I'd call her tomorrow with it) When's a good time that you'll be home?
gram: Oh not tomorrow! I've got to be at church all day.
me: Okay, how about Sunday?
gram: No Sunday's not good either.....why don't you just give it to me now?
me: You know, you're really making this difficult!
gram: I don't mean too.....but we're very busy people, Beck.
me: Well, I was going to drop by, but you don't seem to have time for us.
gram: WHAT?!? Are you joking?? YOU are HERE?!?
me: yep, and you just made me ruin the surprise.
gram: well, if you'd told me you were coming I could have made time. Let's see, I'll be at the church, you remember how to get there right?, I'll be there all day tomorrow and then I have the dance recital tomorrow night.
me: church is NOT an option.
gram: well you can come to Artpark for the dance I suppose
me: no, Nixon will never sit still for all that.
gram: well leave him home with Mac
me: Mac's not here it's just me and Nixon
gram: well, what about leaving him with your mom??
me: Gram, tomorrow night and leaving him somewhere is not an option either
gram: Well, Beck, you're really not working with me here.
me: Gee Gram, sorry I tried to surprise you. I guess we can just wait till the next time I come home to visit.
gram: Well, Sunday's no good either. Neither is Monday (she hasn't even asked how long we'll be in the area for) You can come to church with us Sunday. I know everyone would love to meet Nixon \
me: Gram....NO church!
grandpa: how about lunch on Sunday? We can meet here after church.
me: I can do that
gram: Well, I suppose that will work, doesn't give me much time to plan anything though
me: Gram, it's almost like that was the idea in the first place
gram: Beck, this is why I ask for warning
me: And that's why I don't give it. This was a short notice trip, I needed a break. You can see us or I'll go home and you didn't make time for us.
**It was really annoying that she kept pushing church on me as an option.**
grandpa: Well it's settled. We will see you and Nixon on Sunday for lunch.
me: Thanks grandpa, that's great!
gram: Well, I suppose it is. I'll just have to find time to do something special for lunch.
me: Whatever gram, really, it's not a big deal.
gram: Obviously, I was an after thought, since I am sure you are staying at Lynne's.
me: Gram, I'm not telling where I'm staying, I'm in neutral territory.
gram: Oh I'm sure that's not true. Do your parents know you're here? Does Mandi?
me: Yes they do and I have plans to see them already.
gram: So I really was the last person to know. Thank you for thinking of me at all.
me: Of course gram!
gram: Beck, that wasn't a "thank you".
me: Gram I'll see you Sunday! Bye.