Censor...A Ruling Please.

Alrighty, I've got lots of good stuff today, just nothing I can talk about. Since when did censoring become the norm? I was under the impression that we have the right as Americans to say what we want when we want. Am I wrong? I guess I must have missed the clause in my contract that states that once I marry I give up this right. I will just have to leave out all of the juicy parts and just give you the highlights. Don't worry, I'm in the process of getting my contract reviewed. Hopefully I can get the censoring declared unconstitutional. Screw it, it's my blog I'm gonna write whatever I want to. I went to sunny Lakewood , WI to visit my in laws today. It was a beautiful day. That lake is clear as glass, you can literally see all the way to the bottom. My day didn't start out very well. I woke up at 6 to start packing because, as usual, I put that off until the last minute. I packed things up until 7 when I started getting the rest of my family awake and moving. You would think that if they are going to a lake for the day to have fun they would get their lazy asses out of bed, wouldn't you? Not the case. Gus and Gwen woke up without too much trouble. Once I actually went downstairs and told Chip what time it was he reluctantly got up. Lex rolled out about 7:30. The other two, holy crap. It takes an earthquake of about a magnitude of 7.0 to even get them to stir. It doesn't help that they refuse to sleep when I am not home, so they didn't get to bed until about 2:30. I continued packing random items calling for the two of them to get up so we could leave and even paid a couple of bills quick. I must have run up and down the stairs about fifty times getting various things and children up and or down to their respective places. I was about to explode from frustration when Ed and Max finally decided to grace us with their presence at about 8. I had most of the kids in the car and getting a few last minute things when from upstairs I hear, "Where are my shorts? I need my shorts. Andrea, where did you put my shorts". I went up to see what I could do to remedy the situation. I'm pretty sure I needed to find the darned shorts but you never know with this family. I had asked the night before if there was anything he needed found for the trip and he said no. He even said I should pack the shorts that I had in the suitcase. When I got upstairs he was sitting on the bed just starting ahead asking me where his shorts were. I looked around, didn't see any and went down to get the shorts I had packed out of my car. I brought them back up and he was still sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me to bring him his shorts. I almost lost it right there. You would think a grown man of forty would be able to pull himself together enough to look for his own clothing. Then he says,"Where are my sandals"?I said I didn't know and asked him if he looked in the shoe bucket. He says, "Never mind, I have them". "Well, if you have them why are you asking me if I know where they are"? I asked. He retorted with, "I told you to look for them yesterday an I wanted to see if you actually did it". I replied, "No, I didn't, but what does it matter? You have your shoes, right"? "Yeah" he says. I went to the car to check on the kids. Another three or four trips back into the house later and we are still waiting for him. He wanted to get on the road by 8. We left at about 8:45. I'm sure somehow that was my fault, although I don't quite see how. We arrived in Lakewood and after the initial nit picking about what everyone was doing wrong in her cottage, my mother-in-law kept pretty quiet. I was having a decent time and then my brother-in-law asked me if I wanted to go water skiing. I was like sure, I haven't been up in years, I'd love to try. So, off I go. I was up on the first try and proceeded to ski around the lake. I swear Joe was aiming for the biggest waves. In his defense, it is a pretty small lake and can get pretty choppy. About three quarters of the way around the lake I was hitting some pretty big waves and before I could even think to grab my glasses, yeah, I am that stupid, my face hits the water...then I let go of the rope. I can't see anything without my glasses, so I wasn't very well going to be able to see them if they were sinking near me. I'm pretty sure I screamed the F word a little too loudly. When Joe brought the boat around, my glasses were no where to be found. I skied the rest of the way back to the cottage after having told Gwen to yell when I get close so I'd know when to drop. I thought the entire thing was quite humorous. Guess who didn't think so? I got back and Chip said, "What, did you lose your glasses"? I answer, "Yeah, they're in the lake". "What were you thinking?", he snapped. Like I need to be talked to like a child and in front of his parents. I'm sure it was fine with my father-in-law. The entire family has this annoying habit of making people feel inferior. They have a way of talking that makes me wonder if they know what a positive attitude is. I'm pretty sure they don't. I sat and listened to my losing crap lecture and then asked Chip if he had been the one to do something stupid would I be berating him like this and he says, "I wouldn't be so stupid". Whatever. The rest of the day was fine. Except for the way too often 'glasses at the bottom of the lake' references. I'm not going to win, so why even argue with them right? Other than a few kinks it was a beautiful day. Although I am glad to be home. The laundry can wait, I'm going to go out for awhile. I think I deserve it!