Exciting weekend

Day 1 of 2.

I went to dinner with the parents at Friendly's (their choice).

I repotted Li'l Stiny, and it turns out that he's really Li'l Stinies -- my mom was right, there were four separate plants in that little pot, not just one with a lot of branches. Not sure how this works with the naming. I'm still calling it/them Li'l Stiny for now, even though that's not technically correct.

Watched Desperate Housewives. Good one this week, though then again, there's no such thing as a bad one, really.

I should go shopping tomorrow. I could still use some more new clothes, and Lane Bryant sent me a dollars-off coupon (depends on how much you buy how much it's worth), those evil people.

I have an envelope sitting on my bed, a packet of things I just put together to mail tomorrow, or whenever I can get to a mailbox that isn't mine. For some reason, I feel self-conscious about mailing it here, like my mom or the mailman will look at it and be like "what the hell?" If the reply is good, details will be forthcoming. If not, I'll do my best to pretend this never happened.

I miss my family. I don't have a lot of family, and they all live a coupla hours away, so I never see them -- if I see any of them once in a year, it's an accomplishment. My mom hates going out there without my dad, and my dad doesn't like to go out there much, 'cause it's all my mom's side of the family. His attitude is that he has a family, right here, the three of us, and that's the only family he needs. I think when it comes to family, the more, the merrier. I mean, granted, I don't really like visiting his side of the family, but that's because I've only met them like twice, and oh yeah, they're all dreadful hicks. I think my dad feels weird visiting them, too, 'cause while he's not the smartest or richest or most cultured guy in the world, he's way smarter and richer than they are -- at least he has some ability to express himself in words and sound reasonably intelligent, and at least he has a decent house in the suburbs and a car that isn't a rusted-out pickup. But my mom's family I grew up knowing, or at least occasionally visiting (hell, I can't even name most of the people on my dad's side, but I know almost all of them on my mom's). They're cool enough, and hell, they're family. I mean, the parents both grew up with good-sized families, but all I've ever had was my parents, so I'll take anyone else I can get, y'know?

I asked today whether we're going out to see the family for Memorial Day, as we usually (but not always) do. I got a lukewarm response. I hope I can talk them into it. I'll take my digicam and get some pictures of the gravesites, 'cause honestly, my parents are going to die eventually, and unless they leave me detailed directions (which they probably won't, though I've asked for them several times), I'll never see those graves again, 'cause I have no idea how to get to them. I wish I'd taken a camera when we found my dad's dad's grave that one time in Pennsylvania, 'cause we spent forever looking for it, and I have the feeling nobody bothered to write down exactly where we found it or intends to go back there again.

I wonder if there's a Web site where you can ask people to go find gravesites for you and send pictures? That sounds like a good idea -- I could take pictures of ones around here, and other people could take pictures of, say, that one in Pennsylvania.