I Don't Have A Title

Today I don't have a title. There are a few things I would like to talk about. First: overly emotional cousins. I just don't understand sometimes why people act the way they do. I asked one of my cousins today if her brother was going to show up at the event we were at, and she said no. My brother who was standing right beside her said that no he wasn't going to be there because he was working. I said "That figures" and then she got mad and said something to the effect of "whatever, I don't want to hear any of your negativity toward members of my family" or some such nonsense and I was totally blow away by the hostility in her attitude and voice. My cousin is always working, and doesn't make it to a lot of family functions, so it figures that the reason he was not in attendance was that he was working. Anyway, I didn't quite know how to respond to that much negativity, seeing as how I really didn't understand where it was coming from. Maybe she thought that I was criticizing the her brothers absence or something. So I said that one of my brothers was not going to be there either, that he was at a Mariners game instead. I don't know, maybe I was trying to level the playing field or something. Anyway, I turned away before I could say anything more that I might regret later. She just has problems with me and I am tired of it.
So that was a real positive start to the evening, but things got better when I saw Wendy. I didn't even think that she was going to be there. But I should have guessed, since she has been the photographer at all the other events. I have been trying to get her to come over to take pictures of Ammon for weeks, but she hasn't made it yet. She's hasn't been at the top of her game lately. Anyway, it was good to see her and catch up on life and her kids lives. She did manage to get some very good shots of Ammon while we were there though. I'll have her send me the files so I can post some of them. She just seems to have a way of taking the perfect picture. I guess that's what makes people good photographers.
I was also able to catch up with some other cousins that I don't see very often and was able to confirm that indeed Dale and Jen are pregnant. My grandmother is going to have a new great-grandchild to brag to all her friends about. I have a feeling that they are going to start coming more quickly now. Three of my brothers are married and three of the Curfmans are married, so that makes eight married grandchildren, including me. Anyway, Jen is seven weeks along. I remember when Rachel was seven weeks along. She was always worried about getting morning sickness but never did. Apparently Jen is having the same luck so far, so good for them. Seven weeks and you are still trying to get used to the idea that you are going to have a baby. It's pretty exciting, and kind of nerve-racking and scary at the same time. Dale said something funny though; he said, "We had been trying to get pregnant for a while now, and we were starting to get worried that there was something wrong with one of us." I looked at him with a wry smile and said, "A while huh. Rachel and I were married five years before we were able to have a baby, so don't give me a while. Five years is a while. a few months is a drop in the bucket." But I guess from his perspective a few months was a significant portion of their marriage; they have only been married for about a year now. But we had a good laugh about it. I wish they lived closer, Dale and Jeff and their wives. I like them and would like to see more of them.
Then with some other cousins we started talking about women in high heels. I just don't get them, at least for the girls. For the guy, high heels push the girls' butts up and their chests out. So heels=good for guys. But on the other hand, for girls, they are uncomfortable to wear and the shoes distort their posture and their feet. So heels=bad for girls. And yet women always wear them whenever they dress up for any occasion. They just can't really be comfortable in those shoes. The things people do...