RTT: Scarred, Carbs and Salut

Pretty busy here at the in-laws, but I think I can manage to come up with a few...

I have now seen Pop, my father-in-law naked. I will let this horror sink in...

I have tried to wipe the image from my mind, but I fear it is permanently seared into my retina. I don't think he knows I saw this terrifying sight, as I kept walking past the open bedroom door, which he had forgotten to close, and talked to him from the next room as if nothing freaky had happened.

I may recover from this event at some point during my lifetime.

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And along the same lines...

The other day, I was in the bathroom here at the in-laws, and had covered my hoo-hoo area with Spray on Veet Depilatory, to prep myself for a bikini outing, when Jude walked in on me. Me, naked, with a foamy white beard around my hoo-hoo.  I will let this horror sink in...

I will start a small savings account for his future therapy as soon as we get home.

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Here is a really blurry picture of Mommy's refrigerator...

 

Sorry for the blur, I can't sneak down and take a better shot without much questioning.

 

Notice the really prominent picture at the bottom under the Shrine to Jude, pictures of various relatives and numerous inspirational quotes? It's been there for about a year. Let me give you a closer look...

Yes, that is correct. It is the picture that came in with the frame. I asked Mommy why she had a picture of people we don't know on her refrigerator and she said it's because she likes that picture.

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I may, or may not, have mentioned in the past how much I don't like Mommy's church here on Long Island. I know I'm an opinionated whiny whiner, but I just can't stand the place - the music, the priests, the total lack of liturgical thought. Anyway, last Sunday, the priest gave a homily in which he made the following analogy...

When we're feeling depressed and low, we always crave comfort food - foods laden with carbohydrates. Carbohydrates then produce serotonin, which make us feel all warm and fuzzy and...comforted. But, the priest postured, what we should really crave when we're depressed, is, of course, Jesus. And therefore, the only carb we need is...the bread of life.

Yes, Jesus = Good Carbs. I actually started to giggle during mass.

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Okay, I knew it would happen sooner or later. Jude has finally started correcting Mommy's grammar. The other day he gave her a lengthy lecture regarding the usage of "good" and "well", which Mommy always gets wrong. "I didn't do it good, Grandma, I did it well." Mommy accepted the correction graciously.

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Just to make you all hungry, here is a pictorial essay of our family dinner the other night...

 

Mommy's sauce with meatballs and sausages.

 

 

Gotta have a little cheese.

Gemelli "macaroni"

 

I made the salad.

 

Salut! (the spoon was from Jude, the only one without a wineglass.

Aren't you all hungry now?

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I want to apologize to all of my fellow bloggers out there. I have been almost completely unable to read anybody's posts. It's been extremely difficult to sneak up and use the computer. I promise to make up for it when I get home. Don't give up on me!

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Hope you're all having a wonderful week. I'm going to go have another glass of wine and a handful of Advil to attempt to overcome the pain of Jude and my waterpark outing today, which I will, no doubt, mention again at some future time.

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Comments

[Elizabeth]

Well, you know how much I loved this post. It had everything: Mommy, a little boring Catholic stuff, the food, the food, the food. My goodness, the food.

[Elizabeth]

I didn't mean that YOU were boring -- I just enjoyed the recounting of the homily --

[Stacy Uncorked]

I bet those naked images are going to take a lonnnnnnnngggggg time to go away. ;)

That's funny that your MIL keeps a picture from a frame on her fridge because she likes it!

I probably would have started giggling during the priest's analogy, too.

The food looks yummy!

No worries about not getting around the 'net - I can empathize with not being able to be on the computer while you're visiting relatives. Besides, family comes first - we'll all be here when you get back. ;)

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[Michele R.]

The picture on the fridge is a riot. I'm giggling over the secret photo-taking. Dying over your bathroom interruption.
Wait--why can't you read blog stuff on your iphone?

[claire]

The horrors you described first are, indeed, horrifying. LOL. Ahh, in-laws.

[mommylisa]

Salut!

[Arnebya]

I can't even...I just...I want to say...ugh...I have no words about the nakednesseses. Scarred retinas all around. Close doors and knock, dangit! I must admit there was a picture in a store-bought frame that I adored. I didn't keep it like Mommy (I also think that is hilarious), BUT it did take me a long time to put our picture in it because I liked that one so much.

[Alaina]

Oh my God. I don't think I could survive that image. My father-in-law had his shirt off last time they were here and he was working in the yard, and I thought THAT was bad. And poor Jude. Lots of therapy needed, it sounds like...

[Jan's Sushi Bar]

Okay - now you've all made ME think about what MY FIL must look like naked. I'm going to be depressed and revolted all day. :P

[Giggles]

I just popped over from the Stacy's Random Rebel....thank you for the giggle.