Don't forget your key

We are back from our weekend up north. Certainly not the best trip when you have to go to a funeral but seeing family was nice. It is true the older you get, you only see your family at weddings and funerals. Sad, but true. Friday was the service and all went as well as it could. The pastor that did the service is the same pastor that married Richie and I. He is a goofball and that is putting it lightly. The church we got married in was the church my Aunt Ruth went to for years and lovvved the pastor. Richie and I met with him and although a little goofy, we moved forward. We spent about an hour discussing our relationship, how we met, our loves, Steelers football, etc. During our ceremony, he did not mention one thing we discussed and went off on a crazy tangent about college football and he once drove through the city we lived in. I was so irritated that if looks could kill, he would have dropped dead right there.....Any who- at my Aunt's funeral he did the same crap...somehow started talking about college football. Now, my Aunt knows nothing about football and sports-AT ALL! It was so ridiculous that I almost stood up and took over. He is a douchebag!
After the service, we all went to the cemetery and then to a luncheon. The luncheon was also in the same place that our wedding reception was. This is the place that everything in our family is heard, birthday parties, wedding, funeral luncheons, anniversaries, Christmas parties, etc. It is an automatic decision. Kinda funny! The luncheon was small and nice. I got to visit with my cousins that I grew up with and her little girl who is about 18 months old. Very adorable and lightens the mood.

Saturday, my grandmother, Mom and I went to visit my other Aunt and Uncle. The same Uncle that recently got out of the hospital. My Uncle Charlie was upset my grandfather did not come down to the house with us and it started a family bickering session. I did not think it was a big deal until my grandmother asked me to bring her home. I didn't realize it was that serious. I think it had been a rough 2 days for my grandmother and was blowing the situation a little out of proportion but there was no rationalizing. I took her home and then went back to get my mom. It was a silly situation.

Later in the evening my Mom and I decide to go met up with my cousins. It is a big running joke that my grandparents do not let us out late at night. It we are out passed 10pm, we get locked out of the house and all the lights are off. Usually, we have of key, but there has been many times where we had to bang on the door for a long time to get let in. Keeping in mind that I am in my 30's and my mom is on her 50's. Well, we get the the sportsbar around 8pm and I call my grandmother and tell her we are meeting my cousins. She told us not to stay out too late and I said okay. My cousins finally get there at 10pm. 10 minutes after 10 my grandmother calls my cell phone and is so upset we are not there yet. I really thought we were off the hook since I talked to her earlier. I explain that my cousins just got there and she said "great, then you got to see them". I was in such shock. My mom gets on the phone and gets yelled at. When she gets off the phone, she turns to me and says we have to leave.....I could do nothing but crack up the entire time! We paid our tab and left. I think my grandmother just had a lot on her plate and broke down. All is well now and not a word was spoken about it again. Too funny!