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Mild case of PTSD here post-Texas trip.
Texas was full of guns everywhere I went. Christmas presents, AK-47’s on the couch at home, my uncle has become a federal arms dealer since I saw him last, and I nearly shot myself while digging through the center console of my mom’s car looking for her phone charger and found my hand gripped around a small handgun trigger with the barrel aimed straight at me. Responsible gun ownership FTW.
I handled it as well as possible for the most part.
I started breaking about 5 days into the trip when the Maury show was on the tv in a podunk burger diner my family and I were eating at, and my parents started riffing off of each other that we don’t need gun control in this country, we need Obama to take trash like the Maury Show off of TV because it incites more violent thoughts  than any gun availability to consumers ever could.
The conversation got heated, but there’s just no point in trying to argue against a ridiculous point like that. Apparently I am just very naive as to the power Obama has to come into their house, break the lock on their 4’x4’x6’ gun safe, and take all their weapons away.
On a different note, my mom was telling my aunt at Christmas dinner that the company that checks my grandmother’s pacemaker remotely over the phone semi-regularly had gone out of business last summer because of the new Obamacare laws being in place. This absence of the company was a huge stress on my mom’s life apparently. I verified that the company she uses is the same company that I use (I have a pacemaker as well that I get checked over the phone), and then I got really confused because I just had a phone-checkup with them less than a month ago. My mom told me that was impossible and I had no idea what I was talking about because Obama put them out of business.
Oh, ok.
Thankfully I escaped in one piece. And zoomed up to week 4 in C25K in the process as getting out of the house and running around was the only escape I had from the insanity some days. So one positive came from this trip I suppose.

Mild case of PTSD here post-Texas trip.

Texas was full of guns everywhere I went. Christmas presents, AK-47’s on the couch at home, my uncle has become a federal arms dealer since I saw him last, and I nearly shot myself while digging through the center console of my mom’s car looking for her phone charger and found my hand gripped around a small handgun trigger with the barrel aimed straight at me. Responsible gun ownership FTW.

I handled it as well as possible for the most part.

I started breaking about 5 days into the trip when the Maury show was on the tv in a podunk burger diner my family and I were eating at, and my parents started riffing off of each other that we don’t need gun control in this country, we need Obama to take trash like the Maury Show off of TV because it incites more violent thoughts  than any gun availability to consumers ever could.

The conversation got heated, but there’s just no point in trying to argue against a ridiculous point like that. Apparently I am just very naive as to the power Obama has to come into their house, break the lock on their 4’x4’x6’ gun safe, and take all their weapons away.

On a different note, my mom was telling my aunt at Christmas dinner that the company that checks my grandmother’s pacemaker remotely over the phone semi-regularly had gone out of business last summer because of the new Obamacare laws being in place. This absence of the company was a huge stress on my mom’s life apparently. I verified that the company she uses is the same company that I use (I have a pacemaker as well that I get checked over the phone), and then I got really confused because I just had a phone-checkup with them less than a month ago. My mom told me that was impossible and I had no idea what I was talking about because Obama put them out of business.

Oh, ok.

Thankfully I escaped in one piece. And zoomed up to week 4 in C25K in the process as getting out of the house and running around was the only escape I had from the insanity some days. So one positive came from this trip I suppose.

Father.

Just talked to my dad on the phone for about an hour to wish him a Happy Fathers Day. The order of our conversation as follows:

  • The weather in our respective locations.
  • The water levels and fishing quality at various lakes around Texas.
  • His trip to the gun show and details of his purchases.
  • Paladin Press stories related to his trip to the gun show.
  • Discussion of snakes and other various wildlife dangers in Texas and Colorado and rationalization of why everyone needs a pet donkey.
  • Adventures in carpentry.
  • The end.

Love my dad.

Survived Texas

Actually, aside from a few blips with the parents’ nonsensical political outbursts, my trip to Houston was probably the absolute best time I’ve had in the city since…. 2006. I got to see a lot of old friends I wasn’t expecting to encounter, drank a lot of delicious local beers (and barely paid for any of them. I apparently know a LOT OF BARTENDERS in that town still), ate things like pig ears and whataburger spicy ketchup, and in general, had a really really great time. 

I also attended a spin class at a local 24 hour fitness (the gym I belong to). That was interesting enough [I felt like the only person in the packed class who knew anything about what to do on a spin bike], but then I saw this craigslist missed connection ad. The details described within match up pretty solid with my appearance that day and the appearance of the chick on the bike next to me who I caught staring at me the whole time. Granted, she left out pretty important details like which location of the gym she was at, and what machine she was on that involved “moves” and a competition of sorts (both of these things could easily be about spin bikes, and not much else). Not sure why there is mention of a tight ass, but in the process of accepting that this might be about me, I guess I’m flattered?

Eerily reminiscent of my own past.

Headed to Houston tomorrow actually for a weekend of seeing old friends and their new babies/baby showers (ick). I will probably be lectured non-stop about health care and not-white people, or indirectly screamed at by the fox news on the television 24/7 for any period of time that I spend at my family’s house. Which is why I always feel all sorts of unbearable anxiety in the days leading up to a trip home. Which is why I will probably be making the trek to the old ‘hood to play pinball and drink beers/whiskey as much as possible.

It’s been a really dramatic and emotionally wrenching day for everyone in my immediate family back home in Texas. They can’t seem to wrap their heads around the idea of their beloved Tim Tebow leaving their favorite Aggie-backed NFL team to play for the “yankee” team they hate the most.
I am [obviously] having a hard time empathizing. 

It’s been a really dramatic and emotionally wrenching day for everyone in my immediate family back home in Texas. They can’t seem to wrap their heads around the idea of their beloved Tim Tebow leaving their favorite Aggie-backed NFL team to play for the “yankee” team they hate the most.

I am [obviously] having a hard time empathizing. 

My family says some sort of stupid prayer before every meal they sit down to, thanking Jesus.

Last time I visited home (I don’t visit too often) while being driven home from the airport at night by my mom, I expressed surprise (and joy!) that a new fancy HEB store had opened just down the highway from their home (which is in the middle of nowhere wayyyyyy far outside of Houston). For non-Texas residents, just be assured that HEB is a kick ass grocery store, and at 9PM at night after the liquor stores close there is no better place to find beer. My mom was mentioning that she was really happy about the store when it opened, since they had better food and more reasonable prices than most other grocery options in the area. But when this political mess came up on the Fox News, she decided to fervently boycott HEB due to the company owner’s stance on illegal immigration. Then she lectured me about the evils of HEB for a while and all of the damage they are creating in this world, given I was not too versed in my recent Texas politics. Upon arriving home, I immediately left again to go buy beer and some non-processed food stuffs at HEB since neither of these things existed in the house. My mom just glared at me when I returned with the HEB marked bags.

My family says some sort of stupid prayer before every meal they sit down to, thanking Jesus.

Last time I visited home (I don’t visit too often) while being driven home from the airport at night by my mom, I expressed surprise (and joy!) that a new fancy HEB store had opened just down the highway from their home (which is in the middle of nowhere wayyyyyy far outside of Houston). For non-Texas residents, just be assured that HEB is a kick ass grocery store, and at 9PM at night after the liquor stores close there is no better place to find beer. My mom was mentioning that she was really happy about the store when it opened, since they had better food and more reasonable prices than most other grocery options in the area. But when this political mess came up on the Fox News, she decided to fervently boycott HEB due to the company owner’s stance on illegal immigration. Then she lectured me about the evils of HEB for a while and all of the damage they are creating in this world, given I was not too versed in my recent Texas politics. Upon arriving home, I immediately left again to go buy beer and some non-processed food stuffs at HEB since neither of these things existed in the house. My mom just glared at me when I returned with the HEB marked bags.

Texas. II.

I managed to escape Texas today. And not a moment too soon.

Dealing with my family is rough enough. They’re mostly nice to me, and my parents are generous people. But their world views are so narrow, misinformed, and offensive to me that it just leaves me feeling scared and really bothered about what may be hiding out in my DNA somewhere.

Then there’s the general largeness of texas. As in fat people. Everywhere. EVERYWHERE. And jesus fish on cars. EVERYWHERE. And horrible roads with lots of pot holes, and terrible drivers, and OH MY GOD you have to drive for like 50 minutes solid to get to anywhere worth going to from my parent’s house. I feel that I spent more of my trip driving to places than actually doing things at those places.

I got to see a lot of friends while visiting which is always nice. One of my closest friends from my childhood and beyond (we worked in Durango together via a strange twist of life events, even) announced to me in October that she was expecting. This kind of freaks me out, as I’ve never been one to have too many female friends in the first place, and those that I do tend to surround myself with are either very anti-having-kids or very much not at that stage just yet (30’s the new 20, right?). So, I’ve definitely never had pregnant friends. Especially not one who is practically a sister to me, and in her being an only child, has deemed me to be the official Aunt of said unborn child. I made sure to hang out with her as much as possible, given the next time I see her, she will most definitely be with child.

Then I went to visit my other near-sister, a dear friend from junior high and beyond who recently married and is in the process of finishing out her residency in medical school currently. I arrived at her house, and walked in exclaiming about how pregnant friend [A] was, and she was like, WELL GUESS WHAT! She’s totally expecting as well.

So now i’ve got 2 very long-term female friends with babies popping out in the next 6 months.

I had to get the fuck out of Texas mostly because I fear there must be something in the water.