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annundrielThe weekend was eventful in a strange kind of way.
Friday Mom and I drove down to SU to take care of financial aid related paperwork and drop things off at the apartment. Of course I'd seen the place before, but Mom hadn't so that was nice for her. I'm really looking forward to moving in and getting settled.
Then we drove back to Kay and Greg's so that they could leave on their weekend. Of course, that had to wait for Greg to get home from work. This is where it got kind of exciting. Mom and I were sitting in the TV room watching Spongebob with the kids and I hear Greg drive in. I'm sitting there half-reading, half-watching when I tilt my head back and notice white smoke outside. I pointed it out to everyone else and we all climbed on the sofa and looked down and, sure enough, the engine of Greg's truck was on fire. About ten seconds late Greg comes in needing a fire extinguisher and 911 is called. All of the adults went outside while I kept the kids and the dog in the room farthest from the truck because, well, FIRE. And, though I wasn't going to mention it to a couple of ten year olds, the possibility of explosion.
So the fire department came and I took pictures through the window and we generally just had a weird experience. It was sort of like that time Anne and David left a tiki torch burning on their deck and caught it on fire. Sheesh.
But Kay and Greg left on time and were gone until Sunday. Apparently they had a lovely time at the cabin. We had a pretty good time with the kids. It works out well because they listen to Mom and me when we tell them to do stuff. I was just wondering if it had something to do with me being there every weekend for half the year the last three years, but they listened even before that. When they were little they bonded better with us than with some of the other relatives. (I still remember family get-togethers where, if her dad wasn't around, Callie would basically attach herself to me. And babysitting when they were younger where she'd do the same thing and react when I disappeared.) Maybe it's because Mom and I have very much the same sense of humor as their mom. I know Tris and I, despite an 11 year age difference, can call each other names and make fun of each other and there's nothing mean to it. And at the end of the day he'll still go to bed when I tell him to.
Speaking of Tris, Friday we watched SG-1 and SGA (and I have things to say about those eps, but not right now). Then Saturday we watched the reruns on Fox. We discussed SG-1 being cancelled and the possibility of videogame coolness. And then during SGA Tris said he'd like an Atlantis game and admitted it was because he thinks Sheppard is cool but how he likes McKay, too. (Hee!) He is, of course, completely tainted by me. (He liked Sheppard before, but I'm mostly convinced I'm the reason he likes McKay.) I then suggested that he'd like probably like O'Neill on SG-1 and then explained the movie because he asked if the first episode was called the first episode and how the movie was connected to it. (He's also tainted by Star Wars and George Lucas's numbering system.)
Callie, meanwhile, sat there going, "I don't get it."
Friday Mom and I drove down to SU to take care of financial aid related paperwork and drop things off at the apartment. Of course I'd seen the place before, but Mom hadn't so that was nice for her. I'm really looking forward to moving in and getting settled.
Then we drove back to Kay and Greg's so that they could leave on their weekend. Of course, that had to wait for Greg to get home from work. This is where it got kind of exciting. Mom and I were sitting in the TV room watching Spongebob with the kids and I hear Greg drive in. I'm sitting there half-reading, half-watching when I tilt my head back and notice white smoke outside. I pointed it out to everyone else and we all climbed on the sofa and looked down and, sure enough, the engine of Greg's truck was on fire. About ten seconds late Greg comes in needing a fire extinguisher and 911 is called. All of the adults went outside while I kept the kids and the dog in the room farthest from the truck because, well, FIRE. And, though I wasn't going to mention it to a couple of ten year olds, the possibility of explosion.
So the fire department came and I took pictures through the window and we generally just had a weird experience. It was sort of like that time Anne and David left a tiki torch burning on their deck and caught it on fire. Sheesh.
But Kay and Greg left on time and were gone until Sunday. Apparently they had a lovely time at the cabin. We had a pretty good time with the kids. It works out well because they listen to Mom and me when we tell them to do stuff. I was just wondering if it had something to do with me being there every weekend for half the year the last three years, but they listened even before that. When they were little they bonded better with us than with some of the other relatives. (I still remember family get-togethers where, if her dad wasn't around, Callie would basically attach herself to me. And babysitting when they were younger where she'd do the same thing and react when I disappeared.) Maybe it's because Mom and I have very much the same sense of humor as their mom. I know Tris and I, despite an 11 year age difference, can call each other names and make fun of each other and there's nothing mean to it. And at the end of the day he'll still go to bed when I tell him to.
Speaking of Tris, Friday we watched SG-1 and SGA (and I have things to say about those eps, but not right now). Then Saturday we watched the reruns on Fox. We discussed SG-1 being cancelled and the possibility of videogame coolness. And then during SGA Tris said he'd like an Atlantis game and admitted it was because he thinks Sheppard is cool but how he likes McKay, too. (Hee!) He is, of course, completely tainted by me. (He liked Sheppard before, but I'm mostly convinced I'm the reason he likes McKay.) I then suggested that he'd like probably like O'Neill on SG-1 and then explained the movie because he asked if the first episode was called the first episode and how the movie was connected to it. (He's also tainted by Star Wars and George Lucas's numbering system.)
Callie, meanwhile, sat there going, "I don't get it."
