A Visit To Rabbit's Place

This afternoon at work I got a phone call from my cousin, Coelho (Rabbit) aka: Jose Carlos.  I had a feeling he may call..  He wrote earlier to tell me that the Costa Clan would be at his house for dinner today.  Sure enough, I got the phone call and I was able to talk to my mom, and my brother for a little bit today.  That was nice..  The call was on speaker phone however, and there were some echo problems and the phone line broke.  One thing I can't stand about speaker phone calls is everyone seems hestitant to talk.  I could tell my mother wanted to talk about a number of things, but didn't feel comfortable asking with everyone listening.  I know she was dying to ask, "Are the kids eating?"  or "Did you pay my bills?"  I will have to call her Friday.

I got home and found some pictures Rabbit took of the family while they were over for dinner today.  Isn't great how pictures can be taken and transported thru the internet so quickly?!  I love it!!  I'll share a few with you.. 

                      

My cousin's little daughter Rita, my cousin Jose Carlos (Coelho), my mom, my brother Eddy, his wife Karen, my niece Bonnie (the ballet dancer) and my niece Amanda.

                   

My nephews, Seth and Brett.  Drinking age down there is a lot lower than here.  They are having some serious fun. 

                

My cousin's wife Isilda, my mom, my niece Kassandra, and Bonnie. 

                 

Bonnie, Amanda, Karen, and Eddy.  Apparently, according to my brother, my nieces are having a great time checking out the matadors at the bull fights.  Oh to be young again.. 

As for the email I sent the Ex--  I unsent it.  After careful review, I have decided to clean my hands from it.  If anyone is going to disappoint him, it's not going to be.  I'm not going to be the bad ex wife again.  The kids are going to have to tell him that they don't want to go.  I'm not going to stress over this.  I hate it when he makes me feel this way..  Stressing over nothing.  He has no power over the situation.  I am not going to let anyone get on a plane to New Jersey.  The tickets can be sent back-I'm sure he can trade them in and get his money back if he should buy them.  I'm thinking he isn't going to even bother buying them.  Sometimes having flaky ex-husbands is good; I said sometimes it's good.