Goings on
We took my daughter to The (rhymes with) Blandarin for her birthday dinner. Me, my snookey, her, my son and my mother all went. That makes for a $140 bill. Was it worth it? *pffft*
Here’s the birthday shot at the restaurant with my son and daughter. We lied about her age. She turned 13 but we saw that kids 5-12 ate half price so we pretended she was 12. Hey! What do you want from me? Half price is still $11 on a Friday night for a kid. I don’t normally buy a $22 meal for a 13-year-old. Am I rich? A little guilt about the lying? Perhaps a little, but I did it anyway.
I thought the food was just crap; relatively flavourless. So I’d take a little spoon of something, enough to fill up my plate. And I’d have a couple of bites of everything and not like it, and so go back to try something else, only to find out I didn’t really like most of the things I took. That may explain why we don’t go there too often. Not to mention that I could hardly breathe afterwards from my little bites of things.
On the way out, my mother had to go to the washroom, so I asked my daughter to stay with her because she wouldn’t know where the hell she was if she was by herself. Apparently, when she finished, she asked my daughter where I was and my daughter said I went to go get the car, to which my mother responded, “well, she can go to hell”. Ok. How was dinner? You’re welcome.
We took my mother back to the home and to her room and then she started some big tirade about what she was doing there. She didn’t live there. How much was she paying for this. I said I didn’t know, but that she and my aunt had arranged her living there. She started yelling about things in the hallway and I just threw up my hands and said goodnight and walked back to the elevator.
Well, the woman who could barely shuffle along earlier, was suddenly by the elevator with us, before the elevator even had time to get up 2 floors. She started yelling that she didn’t live there, to which I said, “well how did all your clothes get in the closet?”. She said that they were there for storage ????
I told her that she’d lived there for years, she kept arguing with me and then she told me that I was “full of shit”. Finally the elevator came, and I said goodnight, I hope you enjoyed your dinner, and closed the doors on her.
When we got to the front desk I told the woman to watch out for my mother trying to escape since she was having big hissy fits and didn’t think that she lived there. I wonder when my aunt gets back from her vacation?
On to this morning where we went for my daughter’s piano lesson, and when we got into the mall there was a bird in there, flying into everything – especially the glass – and probably hurting itself. As you can see, I took out my camera and got a shot of it.
We stood watching the bird and he was having trouble staying on the glass, so as he started falling, I put out my arm and he flew over and landed on it.
I talked to the bird a little as I walked slowly over to the doors where I could let him out. He seemed to be ok with me, and didn’t poop on me or anything! I took him outside and I waited for him to fly off me but he hung out with me for a bit.
I decided to get my camera up for another picture of him on my arm but I was trying to do it left-handed and it took too long. The bird decided it was time to go. So I’ve got no pic of him.
But I do like the bird experiences. I seem to have them sporadically in my life and I can’t help but feel that the birds recognize me as a bird person. My daughter kept saying, “why didn’t he come to me?” – but I guess that’s cuz she’s not a bird person 
So that’s it for now. I’m gonna try our new free PC chocolate caramel ice cream and then head off to rent a movie for tonight. Last night’s movie was simply pathetic. Long, drawn out, and boring. It said “thriller” and the biggest thrill was when the movie ended. Twist? Oh, ya, that was a real twist alright. Don’t rent Match Point.
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Are You Nuts, I’m assuming that you’re trying to tell me something here. However, I do feel justified and it didn’t seem like my daughter was bothered by it (I’m saying this because she usually lets me know when she’s bothered).
My guilt was more about the lying than anything else, since I don’t make a point of lying in my life.
As it is, I couldn’t afford the dinner at all, never mind having to pay for 4 people. But it was her birthday, and it was what she wanted, so I put myself back into ‘overdrawn’ at the bank.
I hope she’s not traumatized by something as simple as her mother trying to save some of the cost, especially since it helped out in her getting what she wanted.
And BTW, you can leave your name regardless of your comment. Nobody’s gonna bite you and you’re free to say what you think and take ownership of it. 
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Reporter: So, tell us about growing up as a child. For example, do you remember your 13th birthday?
Woman: Oh (nervous laugh) yes, I remember. My mom was a real tightwad and embarrassed me at this great restaurant by telling everyone I was only 12 years, just so she could save a couple bucks. I acted like I didn’t mind, but really, it was mortifying for a young girl who’s proud of growing up to suffer the ridicule of being claimed as a child on her own birthday just save a few bucks.
Reporter: So, it was a bit like when Peter denied Jesus, then.
Woman: Pretty much.
Reporter: Did anything good happen that night?
Woman: Well, my grandmother was crazy as a bat and she kept swearing like a drunk sailor all the time, which made me laugh inside.
Reporter: Sounds pretty dysfunctional.
Woman: Oh, you have no idea how fucked up my family was. (laughter) Thank god I finally got away from them and can try living a normal life.