The Shit Has Hit The Fan
Word is out to our families that James is flying out today for his final interviews.
We told my family over lunch on Saturday. I was certain I was going to barf chips and salsa all over the table when I saw the devastated looks on their faces when we spilled the news, but I never got that far. Instead, I devoured the rest of my lunch with an excited smile on my face.
Not only did they take it well, they were great about it. And when we showed them pictures of the house *fingers crossed* that we are holding our breath to make an offer on, they seemed almost as excited as we are about this move.
I don’t know if this is the calm before the storm, but at this point, they are being genuinely supportive about it.
James’ mom was great about it, too. The surprise was his dad’s reaction. Out of all our family members, he most certainly has the least to do with us. Not because he’s a bad guy or anything, but because, well, that’s just the way he is. I’d be shocked if he’s ever been close to a single soul besides his mama. He’s a brilliant man, just not so much with people, if you get what I mean. Okay, fine, I’ll quit tiptoeing around it. That was my diplomatic way of saying he’s a complete social retard. I’m thinking maybe he has Asperger’s or something. For real.
But anyway, he actually asked us if we would consider moving to (*snort*) Phoenix instead so that we could be closer. Um, no. We’re trying to get away from the heat. That would be grossly counter-productive. Moving to Phoenix would add at least 5 degrees to the already unbearable weather. And when James announced that his final interviews were coming up this week, my father-in-law actually said, “Well, it sounds like you have some pretty big decisions to make.” This was after we already told him we are moving to Seattle.
Maybe denial is a stronger force that I originally thought?
The only decision I’m working on right now is what kind of tree I want to plant over my placenta.
Yes, you saw that right. That link explains the whole thing. Read at your own risk.
Current Mood:
Happy
Tags: Seattle
July 20th, 2009 at 10:15 am
Yeah sorry Dad, the decisions were made a long time ago. This is just the first potentially great opportunity to carry them out.
Also, you forgot to mention the disgusting amount of ultra-conservative Republicans in Phoenix. *barf* I don’t know how you could even compare Phoenix to Seattle.
July 20th, 2009 at 10:50 am
I would totally pick something that flowered and maybe grew fruit for the tree. I am glad that the whole parent meetings went rather well considering. You will find out the truth, or maybe not, when you have all your stuff boxed. I am very excited for you all.
July 20th, 2009 at 11:35 am
so you still haven’t figured out the whole placenta thing, eh? good luck… i think that’ll be a harder decision than moving to Seattle ever was!
i find my parents are constantly surprising me with their reactions over things…
July 20th, 2009 at 12:13 pm
So, I guess you’ll be needing to figure out a different wedding present for April?
July 20th, 2009 at 10:07 pm
I just had a thought on the whole placenta issue. Are you planning on flying/shipping/driving it to Seattle? What would you tell airport security? Would you put it in a cooler and make it donor to get special vip treatment? How in the world would joe shmoe know that it wasn’t a heart or something? or if you drive with it are you going to keep a cooler with ice? I can see you going in a store saying- do you have a bag of ice I need it for my placenta. Just thoughts out loud.
July 20th, 2009 at 10:18 pm
LMAO- great question. I’ve actually been thinking about this, and I think I’ve got it figured out…
If James gets this job, they will send movers out here to get our stuff shipped. I’m thinking of packing my placenta in the cooler under a bunch of dry ice. I wonder if that will work?
I know, absolutely disgusting. I’ll have to google it and see what kind of stuff comes up…
July 29th, 2009 at 9:23 am
I’ve been thinking about this post for days (obviously). In terms of James’ dad – I think you need to invoke the FIL translator. When I read what he said, what I heard was that he loves you all very much and is going to miss you more than he can say. I had to use the “teen translator” a lot when my kids were younger – works the same way – they (mostly T) made snarky remarks, and I heard – I love and appreciate you, Mom and I know you have my best interests at heart. It works in many situations. Just a thought. We know that the gentleman in question is not that great at expressing emotions.