I can't stand those people

Some people, I guess I should say.  Craig's parents - they're a good example of the type of people that make me want to vomit, constantly, for every second of every minute I have to spend with them.  I often find myself choking back that barf while trying to seem pleasant.

Today, Craig's mom and dad came over to take us out to lunch; apparently they had to pick up their trailer in Trenton, and decided to come see us first since it was "on the way".  Here's a map to illustrate how stupid this plan of their was (point A is their house, point B is our house, point C is where they were going):

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Ok, so now that we've established that Craig's parents are idiots, here's how the encounter went.  First of all, Craig's dad insisted on picking up our little dog like he was one of their retarded dogs within 2 minutes of coming into our house.  It irritated me.  I can't wait for Gus to get bigger so that this practice can stop.  Then we went downtown to get lunch.  I don't know why we chose downtown, I only know that Connor initially picked Applebee's, and I'm just not interested in shitty food to cause heartburn for the rest of the day.  Connor will eat anywhere; he just knows the names of a few restaurants and was spitting out what came to his mind.  Craig's parents would latch on to a crap food place like that, and once they were determined to go there, there would be no turning back.  They, in fact, had suggested the Cracker Barrel.  I'm not trying to be snobby or anything, and I'd eat at Applebee's or the Cracker Barrel on any normal day, but I'm fucking 8 months pregnant, uncomfortable, and whatever.  We weren't paying = let's not go somewhere shitty, please.

Of course, Craig phrased this suggestion this way: "Mom, why don't we go to Zingerman's - Liz really doesn't want to eat at Applebee's."  So, I was singled out as the one to oppose the choice of the 4 year old, and of FUCKING COURSE, my husband was the one to do it.  There's NO way he'd ever take a fall for me in front of his parents; he can't stand the idea of being on their bad side.  Anyway, I digress.

So we're in Ann Arbor.  We passed through the farmer's market, and there were some Obama supporters there selling t-shirts and pins and stuff.  I decided, seeing as how I'm going to be at an Obama rally tomorrow with Connor, that we'd get some shirts to wear while we're there.  As soon as I slowed down, apparently Craig's mom made the sign of the cross with her fingers, anti-vampire style, toward us.  Craig questioned her as to why she's so anti-Obama.  I was not involved in this conversation, as I was buying the shirt and talking to a few of the people who were trying to get people to register to vote.

Here's what I've come to understand about why Craig's parents hate Obama so much.  For one, he didn't wear an American flag pin on his lapel, which means he's not American.

Also, Sarah Palin seems like a real "down-to-earth" woman.

Apparently, being a member of Congress does not give a person as much experience in politics as, say, being the governor of a remote state, because Sarah Palin has "what it takes" to run our country, but Barack Obama is too inexperienced and untrained.

Barack Obama is a Muslim, and "can't wait to be sworn in while placing his hand on the KOOran".

Can you believe this shit?  When I caught back up to them after buying my items, I didn't know how the conversation was going exactly, but I did catch some anti-Obama blabbering coming out of Craig's mom's mouth.  Well, I just put it bluntly, because they're some of the most ignorant racist people I know, and said "Why don't you like Obama, because he's BLACK?!?"  And I know it didn't sink in, I know it didn't.  It was slightly fun to say though.

Ok, long story short, we got to Zingerman's, the line was too long for Craig's mom, so we went to an Italian restaurant nearby, and the service was too slow for Craig's mom.  So then we left, and they told Connor that they'd have to take a rain-check on hanging out with him today, because they have to go pick up their trailer.  So not only did they manage to piss me off beyond belief because they represent everything stupid in our country, but they also really really disappointed their grandson, and he's been kinda bummed since.

GOD.  I don't know where Craig came from, but all of this shit does kindof explain why I have issues with him sometimes.  Slight issues, because he's SO much different from his parents, but some things can't ever be erased.  Anyway.