Why does everyone have to bother me when I don’t post for awhile??  I know that my stupendous journal entries are soooo entertaining, but I just don’t have much free time!  Between work and school, I keep pretty busy.  For those of you who know where I work, you’re probably thinking to yourself, “Come on, you work for the state, you don’t “actually work.”  Oh contraire!  I work.  And I work hard damnit!  I work w/ Charter and Virtual schools, which keeps me VERY busy.  On that note, I’m not too busy at the moment!  (Ohhh, the irony).  So, since SOME people have been on my ASS for not posting in awhile, I will share w/ you a funny story regarding an encounter I had w/ my Great Grandma last week.

My phone rings: (I see it’s her and I don’t answer)

My phone rings: (again, I don’t answer)

Voicemail: (Grandma R. in a pissy tone) Erin, this is your grandma.  I got your supper ready for you.  Come get it.  Call me.  Bye.

Me: OH MY GOD!?!?!  SHE COOKED FOR ME?!?!?!  God, please don’t let it be her world famous make me want to puke, SLOPPY JOES!!  [*Side note: G-ma R. has NEVER cooked me supper.  This was a quite unusual occurrence, yet it seemed like a Sunday night ritual to her!]

My phone rings SIX more times: (again, I don’t answer)  I’m stalling, thinking of some excuse I can come up with so I don’t have to go over there.  Finally, I decide I can’t delay the inevitable any longer and I call her back.

Me: Hi Grandma.

Grandma: ARE YOU HOME YET??

Me: No Grandma, I’m not home.  I’m probably not going to be home until 8 or 9 o’clock tonight.

Grandma: WELL I STAY UP UNTIL 11:00, SO YOU JUST COME WHEN YOU GET HOME.

Me: Well Grandma, I probably won’t make it over there tonight, so I’ll just come tomorrow night when I get home from work.

Grandma: YEAH, GOOD IDEA.  THEN YOU WON’T HAVE TO FIX SUPPER.  YOU CAN JUST EAT WHAT I FIXED FOR YOU.  (lucky me)

Well, it turned out that what she fixed wasn’t so bad.  It was goulash.  But when I commented, “Oh, you made goulash.”  She replied back with, “No, it’s macaroni, hamburger, and tomatoes.”  Okay Grandma…whatever.