Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Where's the Beef? Right here! Today's Beef!

So you know how my parents' 40th wedding anniversary is this Saturday and how we were planning on having a dinner at my brother's house to celebrate?  Well, it is now all off.  I go to work last night and my SIL tells me the bad news.... she just got an email and her daughter, my niece, has a hockey game Sat night in a city 2 hours away.  WTFudgecicle?  

Then she proceeded to tell me why we can't do it Friday night instead... cause my brother has hockey.  And we can't do it next week because this one has power skate and that one has practice etc.   Maybe we could do a lunch thing on Saturday instead.  A lunch thing???  Not exactly the steak and seafood fest, with chocolate fondue for dessert kind of swanky meal I had planned.  Not to mention the fact that they'd have to leave by 2:00 p.m. so they can drive to the game.  (We can't do it Sunday because my parents are going away for a couple of days.)

Is it just me or is suddenly hockey more important than my parent's 40th wedding anniversary?

Why can't my brother skip hockey friday night?  He did last Friday when he was driving around town aimlessly looking for my SIL because she had his skates in the back of her car.  It's not like he plays for the NHL.  It's a local team for overaged, ex wannabe hockey players. 

Bitter, annoyed?  You're damn right I'm bitter and annoyed.  Hubby says well we'll still have your parents over for supper and do something else with them as a family some other time.  So I call my mom, explain it to her wherein she says... "I don't think I even mentioned it to your father that we were thinking of doing dinner."  Thinking of doing dinner????????  We had plan, PLANS dammit!

So the end of the conversation goes like this

mom:  "I don't know... I'll let you know."
me:      stunned silence... she'll let me know
mom:  "did someone just come in the store."
me:      "no"
mom:   "well you just suddenly went quiet."
me:      "no, yeah, well guess there's just nothing else to say."
mom:   "well, I'll let you know tomorrow."

So I'm beginning to think my family doesn't want to do this.  My brother because they are a little short on cash... which is why I've pretty much been counting on paying for it all, but no he can go buy goats.  Yes, I said goats. 

My parents or rather I should say my mom because it's really  her... why should I force her to celebrate after all.  I know she didn't want a big party but geez.  

I guess I just don't want to go down as the kid that doesn't do something special for their parents on the big anniversaries.  We threw a whole shindig for K's parents on their 40th.  They didn't want a big party either (at least that's what they said) but I think deep down they were proud that their boys did this.   

I just wanted to do something special and my family makes it impossible.  Well, don't lay a guilt trip on me then mom.   

I'm [retty much ready to throw in the towel.  After we booked the night off and everything.  There's not point trying to plan it for any other weekend either because the same thing could happen.  Besides, it's not the same.  It was so perfect their anniversary actually falling on a Saturday.  I really wanted to make it like a party, family style.  




  1. Ah yes. The family coordinating of schedules. And the excuses and weird "I can't do this, but I can do THAT"s.

    In my family, my mother is Queen Drama. We (my husband, brother, sister in law, and I) have all learned before planning anything, we must: A) form a tight-knit, cohesive plan; B) form a tight-knit cohesive plan B, followed by a plan C, followed by the willingness to just flat out tell my mother: deal with it, chick.; and C) make someone the group spokesperson. This is usually my brother, as payback for all those years of sibling torture.

    Also, in my family, it's not hockey, it's bridge. Don't eff with the woman's bridge dates, she will go ape shit on your butt. But then when YOU have a conflict that means a lot to you, it's time to get out Justin Timberlake's Cry Me A River song. What can I say? It's Diva Central over there.

    So, no advice, just an internets sympathetic pat on the back.

    ....I don't think I even WANT to know what your brother's going to do with those goats.

    No, wait! Let me guess: form a goat hockey team! Awesome.


  2. So sorry girl...families can be the worst!! You had great plans and it was so sweet of you- good luck with that!!

  3. OMG Amy you just about had me rolling on the floor with your goat comment. That was hysterical.


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