make way for ducklings

Okay, its bizzare, but here it is the middle of summer. My sister's visit was great. She only spent one night with Mr Jackass and wife (see previous post) and the rest of the time with me, at our place. It was quite the wonderful visit. I miss her living so far off in Canada.

Part of the reason she was visiting was to be a bridesmaid at a high school friend's wedding. I guess they were going for an "Irish" theme. My sister had to wear this high waisted bright grass green short dress that looked like a nightgown or a swimsuit cover-up. It was that plain cotton that most sleepwear is made from. I guess to "glam it up" the gave her this gauzy, scratchy polyester/acrylic blend "shawl" thing to drape over it that had all sorts of weird designs on it as if someone ate a lot of green food and then barfed it up.

My sister was quite a trouper and intends to wear the dress as a nightgown. I've always really respected how my sister is one of those people who goes above and beyond for people she cares about- even enduring bizzare green dresses, but really I will never forget her and how she stood by me during my pregnancy and early days of single motherhood. Plus, with her its generally a good time. She has a great sense of humor and ultimately something weird almost always happens.

This year I would say it was the baby duckling incident. We were stopped at an intersection with our kids in the back seat and a little row of tiny, tiny baby ducklings (without their mom!) were wandering towards traffic and we were all screaming they did veer away and my sister and the kids were all upset that they were going to get hit. It was too stressful so I had to jump out of the car and chase the little ducklings off the street, into a big grassy yard. My sister had to turn at the intersection and pull over. I think she was a little alarmed that I impulsively dove out of the vehicle. She did come up with a hilarious story of how the mother duck is "on crack" and duck social services should take the babies away from the crack duck mama.

Allie is now with her, my brother-in-law, nephew and niece. I've had a few reports, she has been swimming at the lake many times, gone on a camping trip and has rash of an undetermined nature (perhaps poison oak) she's having a great time as she does every year.

No stories of crack duck mamas ignoring their babies, apparently Canadian mother ducks are more responsible...

Good results

The news from the biopsy was very good. They didn't find much except "very mild dysplasia" which they will freeze off. Sounds freaky, but hey, if it works that great. I will need to have more exams just track, but it was really good news and I feel much better without a nagging feeling in the back of my mind about what is going to happen.

I did find out that the reason person "A" of the wonder office twins has a job is because she's married to the doctor. I don't know the story behind "B" if she's a relative or not...

Work has been unusually crazy and time consuming. I continue to be glad that I work for a non-profit that does good things, it makes it very easy when the crazy time comes.

Allie is leaving for Canada. My sister will be in town from Canada tomorrow! However, I'm in a bit of a quandry.

My sister is staying with a couple that she and her husband used to be friends with when she lived in Oregon. I don't know how close they are now, but lets just say I never really liked these two. Especially the husband, who I will call T.J. for "Total Jackass"

T.J. is sort of a belligerent, sexist jerk-off, that, if you can believe it becomes even more intolerable when drunk, which is apparently quite often, at least in my experience. Since I pretty much avoid him like the frickin' plague, I've probably been around him about a dozen times in 11 years. Of those twelve times he's been belligerently drunk about ten times. And he gets drunk on really crappy beer like bud light or other cheap crappy "light" beer. (I admit it, I'm a beer snob)

So the last time I saw T.J. (anytime I see him is only to see my sister, and to see her I must endure his presence) we were at a restaurant and he got completely wasted. Then he was rambling incoherently about "taking me out to the parking lot and beating me up"- a threat which I did not take the least bit seriously, because he's a total idiot and he was so drunk I could have knocked him over with my index finger. Plus, how stupid, "he's going to beat me up"?? OOOHHH, are we in third grade? is he going to take my lunch money too? He's so contemptable I don't think its even worth my breath to speak to him.

Well, all of this happened over a year ago. I never mentioned it to J because it basically had little or no significance to me. So a couple of nights ago I say to J. "I'm bummed my sister is staying with T.J. & wife, and I HATE T.J." since I rarely HATE anyone, J said "Wow, what's that about" then I related the story of my last experience with T.J. This pretty much enraged J. As a husband, he was not too cool with some guy threatening to beat up his wife.

The quandry is this: I want to maximize the time spent with my sister, but I want to spend absolutely NO TIME in the presence of T.J. His wife is slightly more tolerable, but not by much. I really don't even want to spend time having two minutes of polite chit-chat with them, and I certainly don't want J. in the presence of T.J. EVER.

So I'm working on an avoidance scheme. It really bothers me.