interyernan
12-15-2008, 10:10 AM
Okay Christmas is not the best of time of year for me at the best of times. I've never really gotten into all the commercial BS that floats around although because my son is coming up to 2 i thought i'd make a bit more of an effort.
WHY I BOTHER!
My weekend was completely blown and i missed doing the one thing i actually do enjoy (apart from the obvious before you mention it Clint!) and thats talking to you guys and meeting up for matches.
Reason: Relations that wouldn't give you the time of day for the other 11 and a half months of the year decide to "pop" round. I thought "popping" round was a half hour thing, hour tops. Not most of Saturday afternoon! Then hey why not invite yourself for something to eat and ruin my evening. AND THEN why not just sit there, and sit there and sit there not taking the hint that i haven't offered you another cup of tea for 3 bloody hours so F^*K OFF! By the time they do leave the kid is grouchy cos we had to keep him up, the wife is p!ssed at me and i have to clean the sodding house up knowing Sunday will be a bust because the wife and the kid are going to be in bad moods.
Yep they were! And to top it all off another set of realtives turned up at my parents on the Sunday and we were forced into fake merriment once again.
God i wish i could emancipate myself from my family and legally class you lot as my family. At least we know who the estranged Uncle would be out of you all (Clint) and i actually think he's a top bloke so if you want to pop round - i'd make you tea with a toddy all night mate cos i know we'd at least get some golf in!
WHY I BOTHER!
My weekend was completely blown and i missed doing the one thing i actually do enjoy (apart from the obvious before you mention it Clint!) and thats talking to you guys and meeting up for matches.
Reason: Relations that wouldn't give you the time of day for the other 11 and a half months of the year decide to "pop" round. I thought "popping" round was a half hour thing, hour tops. Not most of Saturday afternoon! Then hey why not invite yourself for something to eat and ruin my evening. AND THEN why not just sit there, and sit there and sit there not taking the hint that i haven't offered you another cup of tea for 3 bloody hours so F^*K OFF! By the time they do leave the kid is grouchy cos we had to keep him up, the wife is p!ssed at me and i have to clean the sodding house up knowing Sunday will be a bust because the wife and the kid are going to be in bad moods.
Yep they were! And to top it all off another set of realtives turned up at my parents on the Sunday and we were forced into fake merriment once again.
God i wish i could emancipate myself from my family and legally class you lot as my family. At least we know who the estranged Uncle would be out of you all (Clint) and i actually think he's a top bloke so if you want to pop round - i'd make you tea with a toddy all night mate cos i know we'd at least get some golf in!