I slept on the courderoy couch last night because I didn't feel like cleaning off my bed.
Yesterday was my grandparent's 50th anniversary. That's effing huge.
I did a lot of thinking on the way to and from Gadsden.
A LOT... TOO MUCH. but it's ok. I think I'm pulling one of those "find yourself" things... not sure yet? WHO EFFIN' KNOWS CUHH? Here are deep thoughts on my grandparents/relationships/love. skip on down if you don't want to read it.
OK so I spent all effing day with my dad's side of the family. There's one kid. ONE. He's six. He told me how to own HALO. He's a technical genious face. There's also my PERRRRRFECT cousin Holli, who's getting married in three weeks. ANYCRAP, along with the deep thoughts. My grandparents have been married for FIFTY EFFING YEARS. I never thought it was that big of a deal until we had all these pictures set up and my Grandfather started crying when he looked at them with Granny. I've NEVER seen him cry... and our family's been through some serious crap. So I got to thinking... and I stayed thinking. Then my Grampa (Paw Paw) asked Granny to marry him again... it was sweet. After the shindig we all went back to my grandparent's house and yeah.. Weiner and mom went home and it was just me and the old lady (dad and paw paw were playing with a car out back.) We started talking and she told me three things that she made me promise never to forget. First she said that Marraige is a lot of give, and a little take, on both parts. You see, fifty and fifty don't always make a hundred. In marraige (or a relationship) sometimes it takes 90 and 90 to make 100. Or sometimes it takes 110 and 50. You dig? She also told me never to let a fight last over night. And that when you tell someone you love them, you mean it. And you let them know it, that way, when you say you hate them... they know you're just being stupid. Now about my grandparents and I KNOW YOU DON'T CARE, but this is my effing LJ, So close it and don't complain... Anycrap, My Granny is the best woman IN THE WORLD. Seriously. I love her. A LOT. My Paw Paw is great too. ALLLLLRIGHT so here goes: My grandparents have been married fifty years. That's longer than... really long. I can't even imagine it. They've only had one bad fight. ONE. ONE. My Paw Paw wouldn't make it one day with out my grandmother. Seriously, he can't make himself a sandwich. It's not that he CAN'T. I mean, he's perfectly healthy, it's that he doesn't know how, and won't. My grandmother takes care of him, and he'd die without her. End of story... kinda? My grandfather tells my grandmother he loves her more than anyone I've ever seen. She KNOWS he needs her. and that's what makes her stay, it's what's made her stay for so long. She loves him because he loves her. She loves him because she does for him, and he appriciates it. It's the only kind of relationship I would ever put myself in. END
Ok so now that that's over... If you read above, you know that I have a PEEEEEERFECT ( :x ) cousin named Holli, who's getting married on the 10th of July. It's a Saturday, it's at night, it's in Gadsden. I need a fake date fast, cuz Aunt Trina's making me go. I'm clean, I smell good, I can be funny, and I look ok when I try... I'll even let you pick the music we listen to in the car. (cuz I'm down with whatever) I'm not looking for a husband, or a boyfriend out of this, I just need someone to come with me so I don't effing kill myself. Any takers?
The 10th is also Cory's 17th birthday, and I have a plan. YES, I have a plan, and NO, I won't tell you what it is (ulness your name starts with a Courtney and ends with a Spencer)
So I'm thinking that's about it. It's father's day so I'm going to play with dad. Actually, we're going to clean one of the spare rooms upstairs out.
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I did a lot of thinking on the way to and from Gadsden.
A LOT... TOO MUCH. but it's ok. I think I'm pulling one of those "find yourself" things... not sure yet? WHO EFFIN' KNOWS CUHH? Here are deep thoughts on my grandparents/relationships/love. skip on down if you don't want to read it.
OK so I spent all effing day with my dad's side of the family. There's one kid. ONE. He's six. He told me how to own HALO. He's a technical genious face. There's also my PERRRRRFECT cousin Holli, who's getting married in three weeks. ANYCRAP, along with the deep thoughts. My grandparents have been married for FIFTY EFFING YEARS. I never thought it was that big of a deal until we had all these pictures set up and my Grandfather started crying when he looked at them with Granny. I've NEVER seen him cry... and our family's been through some serious crap. So I got to thinking... and I stayed thinking. Then my Grampa (Paw Paw) asked Granny to marry him again... it was sweet. After the shindig we all went back to my grandparent's house and yeah.. Weiner and mom went home and it was just me and the old lady (dad and paw paw were playing with a car out back.) We started talking and she told me three things that she made me promise never to forget. First she said that Marraige is a lot of give, and a little take, on both parts. You see, fifty and fifty don't always make a hundred. In marraige (or a relationship) sometimes it takes 90 and 90 to make 100. Or sometimes it takes 110 and 50. You dig? She also told me never to let a fight last over night. And that when you tell someone you love them, you mean it. And you let them know it, that way, when you say you hate them... they know you're just being stupid. Now about my grandparents and I KNOW YOU DON'T CARE, but this is my effing LJ, So close it and don't complain... Anycrap, My Granny is the best woman IN THE WORLD. Seriously. I love her. A LOT. My Paw Paw is great too. ALLLLLRIGHT so here goes: My grandparents have been married fifty years. That's longer than... really long. I can't even imagine it. They've only had one bad fight. ONE. ONE. My Paw Paw wouldn't make it one day with out my grandmother. Seriously, he can't make himself a sandwich. It's not that he CAN'T. I mean, he's perfectly healthy, it's that he doesn't know how, and won't. My grandmother takes care of him, and he'd die without her. End of story... kinda? My grandfather tells my grandmother he loves her more than anyone I've ever seen. She KNOWS he needs her. and that's what makes her stay, it's what's made her stay for so long. She loves him because he loves her. She loves him because she does for him, and he appriciates it. It's the only kind of relationship I would ever put myself in. END
Ok so now that that's over... If you read above, you know that I have a PEEEEEERFECT ( :x ) cousin named Holli, who's getting married on the 10th of July. It's a Saturday, it's at night, it's in Gadsden. I need a fake date fast, cuz Aunt Trina's making me go. I'm clean, I smell good, I can be funny, and I look ok when I try... I'll even let you pick the music we listen to in the car. (cuz I'm down with whatever) I'm not looking for a husband, or a boyfriend out of this, I just need someone to come with me so I don't effing kill myself. Any takers?
The 10th is also Cory's 17th birthday, and I have a plan. YES, I have a plan, and NO, I won't tell you what it is (ulness your name starts with a Courtney and ends with a Spencer)
So I'm thinking that's about it. It's father's day so I'm going to play with dad. Actually, we're going to clean one of the spare rooms upstairs out.
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