Family. Seriously, we wouldn’t be here without them. And there in lies the dilemma.
If it wasn’t for family, we literally wouldn’t exist. So, we’re thankful (some of us anyway) for the life they have given us.
Ironically, they also seem to be the root of most of our problems.
Example: My father
Ever since my parents divorced he’s been certifiable. Seriously. The man is ready for the loony bin. He wrote the book on not to be trusted.
But when Hans forced Andrea to go and ask my dad if he wanted to help with the wedding, the two were pleasantly surprised that he didn’t seem to mind helping.
It’s just their ideas of helping have differed.
Since they’ve settled on their July 2010 date, Andrea’s been looking at a few different venues. Hans’s family isn’t destitute and with my relatives being members at the local country club, she’s checked into having it there. For members, they are decently priced – especially for everything you get.
Anyway, she is in Denmark at the moment, and Hans’s mother and sister asked her about a certain venue – West Baden. West Baden is a nice resort, spa, and casino in French Lick, Indiana (birthplace of Larry Byrd). It’s a little over a two-hour drive from where we are in southern Indiana. Of course, she’d love to have it there and if Hans’s parents aren’t scared off by the price, she’d have no problem with it.
But having family travel two hours would be a bummer. Most would have to spend the night and she’s now defeated the purpose of having the wedding locally.
Anyway, my mother hears through the grapevine that my father has approached an old neighbor about catering the wedding. The woman’s daughter tells her that they work at the venue all the time.
The venue is a men’s club in the middle of BFE. The menu he has put together with no knowledge from my sister or Han’s is fried chicken and ham.
We only learn of this while she’s in Denmark. So, she sucks it up and calls my dad to let him know that monetary help and not his cultured party-planning expertise is needed.
Of course, like the nut job he has become, he is not pleased.
And then Andrea tells him that Hans’ family has looked at French Lick.
“Well, French Lick,” he says. “What would I do about my dog.”
If this had been me my reply would have been: Maybe put it down.
Now, I’d like to make a note: I live nearly ALL animals (with the exception of snakes). I would advocate for all animals if I could (however, I’m not going to become a PETA-card-carrying crazy. I like my chicken and turkey). I’ve never met a dog I didn’t like. For more own dog, he eats organic dog food and treats and goes on runs with his mommy despite how much she really dislikes running. But this dog….this dog is as nuts as its owner (maybe that has something to do with all this). He’s skittish and totally unsocialized.
And the dog bit me.
Yes. We were playing fetch. I’d thrown this toy of his four and five times when he clamped down on my right forearm FOR NO REASON AT ALL. I remained calm even when I saw the multiple gashes that wouldn’t stop bleeding. However, I got a little hysterical on the way to the hospital when it hurt to wiggle my fingers. Nerve damage was my first thought and I promptly worked myself into an emotional panic attack.
No nerve damage was done. The marks were deep enough to require stitches, but they don’t like to stitch animal bites because of the germs and bacteria.
Long story short, I don’t like this dog.
Anyway, back to the phone call with my dad and sister.
Since he was being cut out of the planning committee, he told them that should just elope, that he give them money for that.
Gee, he’s such a nice guy.
But an elopement means he doesn’t have to worry about his dog!
I’d hate for something to happen to that dog.
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