July has blessed me with 1,000 birthdays and commitments. I can’t believe that so many people have been born in the month of July. If July is the month of giving birth, than October must be the Happy Humping Month. That whisper of winter breathing down the necks of humanity must draw us to the warm body next to us.
Birthdays, my nephew had his birthday a couple of weeks ago. He was indecisive about where and what kind of party he was to have. He finally decided on McD-eath’s. Heartburn for the strongest of stomachs. Since this boy waited until last minute, his party had to wait two weekends later. The day we had planned for the (annual) Gem and Mineral Show. Hubby and I decided to go to the show and arrive late to the party. The kid wouldn’t really care as long as he received a present and is surrounded by friends, what big deal will it really be what time we arrived? So, our day went like this:
My dear soul spirit sister was invited to tag along with us. I was commissioned to make a piece of jewelry for someone in exchange for ferry tickets a few weeks back. The ticket permitted four people on the ferry for free round trip. I wasn’t going to allow the waste of a good pass without inviting others to join. The person who commissioned the jewelry piece was invited but bowed out at last second. (So, one seat on the ticket wasn’t used….) The other seat was given to my Spirit Sister. She arrived on time and we left for the show. On the ferry we kept our eyes on the open waters for Champie. (Champie: Lake Champlain’s very own lake monster.) We arrived at the show and rubbed elbows with a million other folks scoping the scene for good buys. The show was interesting and we did get a few good purchases. We didn’t stay too long because the crowd was hell and we bailed out in favor of the quiet drive home. When we arrived home my sister took off for some other errands she had to accomplish and bid us adieu. Hubby and I took off for the nephew’s party. We stopped at the mall, grabbed a mall gift certificate and a card. We arrived at the party an hour and a half late. Nephew loved the gift certificate with the understanding that we wanted to get him 2 tickets for the movies plus popcorn, drink and candy for both people and this was the only way to do so. (He was making plans of leaving the party and going to the movies right then and there. ) Hubby and I said our hellos, bought a drink and did the meet and greet. After a half hour of bullshit, my mother announced that they were all headed to the fair. We declined the invite. We went home, the rest headed to the fair. This is where it gets funny.
Later in the evening we get a phone call, over the static we heard something odd about motorcycles. Having no idea what was spoken, we hung up. Hours later my brother showed up to use the bathroom and dropped off some cotton candy for me, (nice brother). He told us that my mother and her husband bought the children miniature motorcycles. Real honest to goodness motorcycles, gas powered, helmet needed bikes. My nephew received an official orange chopper bike where niece received a pink barbie motor bike. Brother ran out without giving anymore details.
Mother finally called near midnight. She was still flying high on her impulsive purchase for the children. She explained how she had to buy her grandchildren the luxury items. Both children ran right up to the bikes and screamed in delight. Mother being a complete sucker for smiling faces, whipped out the credit card. Nephew (11 yrs. old) was apprehensive about riding it in front of others, he is a perfectionist and will practice in private before showing off. Niece jumped right on and showed the world that she is a natural. Niece (5 yrs old) found freedom and embraced it. She took right off and didn’t look behind her. Her mother ran off trying to keep up with her but wasn’t having much luck. Niece took turns and stopped like a professional. Niece wore the Harley Davidson T-shirt Grampa bought her and rode through the fair like a proud natural biker bitch. Niece is an interesting character. She loves men with tattoos, her blond hair must be hanging down, attitude in check and middle finger waving. Hubby and I have bets on how long until she shows up on some “Girls Gone Wild” video. Nephew on the other hand would rather have have a cup of tea with his pinkie pointing and munching on a petite fours. Talk about complete opposites, my dear brother is horrified. Niece even wiped down her machine and cleaned her mirrors after the ride. She is at home with that bike. A group of Harley boys who did see her riding by cheered her on and glowed with pride as if she were their own daughter. I guess they recognize their own kind right at the beginning. (Is it true MDJ?) Niece is thrilled with her bike and Grampa is buying both kids a helmet today at the Harley shop down the road.
So, today is my Grandmother’s 84th birthday. She is expecting us to arrive at her house at 7pm for tea and birthday cake. First, I have to go to my brother’s house to watch the kids on their motorcycles before traveling on. I will bring my camera and will post pictures. This will be interesting.
Another day of comedy for the Gods above……
Bright Blessings….. Bogo