Family Politics

So I get this weird email the other day from my sister saying that it's come to her attention that someone has told Mom and Dad about her Son's medical condition and she really didn't want them to...blah, blah and so on. I realized, while reading the email, that I had no idea what she was talking about so emailed her basically saying just that. Not two minutes later I get a phone call from her and she's using "the voice". Now, since you don't know any of my sisters, this one in particular has a way of speaking down to you when she's pissed off where she is trying to sound like something is no big deal and she's not mad when in reality it is and she is. So she goes on to tell me that she's sure "you didn't know" not to tell Mom and Dad and all this stuff. Apparently it's me she's mad at and I still have no idea what she's talking about. Not a clue. So I asked her what medical condition and it turns out it's a psychiatric condition, firstly, and secondly she's the only one who's diagnosed this condition and thirdly, this was the first I'd heard of it. So I know it wasn't me, I told her so and she said things like "well I'm sure I told you, I remember I could hear you clicking away on your computer while we talked. You probably just don't remember." Well although I do tend to not really listen all that close to what's going on when I'm working, I am quite POSITIVE I would remember something like this. Geez. And besides that if I didn't remember how on earth would I remember to tell Mom and Dad. And of all my siblings I would say I am by far the most tight lipped. I don't tell Mom and Dad squat. Especially other people's news. I just don't do that. And I also don't spend alot of time, if any, gossiping about my siblings. They're all mental, Mom and Dad know that, nothing to discuss. So I emailed my other sister who lives in the town with my parents and told her to phone me when she had some time (works long night shifts and weird days) and when she called me she said " Oh, that was me" NICE. So in the mean time, the other sister had called everyone and told them that I had blabbed when in fact I had not. I'm not a blabber. But they likely all think I am. THIS is exactly why I am happy I don't live near any of my family. I miss them all alot often but when things like this come up, I remember why I'm glad I don't have to deal with them every day.

I think the moral of this story is don't selectively keep secrets. It will always bite you in the ass.

Do you park like a Butthead??

So yesterday the kids and I were at a mall in town doing some shopping. We finished, came out to load the car, and there it is. Yet another prick who can't park their big, stupid wanna be truck (Chevy Avalanche). Now, to just let you know, I used to drive a truck. A big Quad cab and I when I parked, I made damn sure that the people next to me had enough room to get in and out with out dinging up my vehicle. Anyway, seeing this ridiculous parking job (I couldn't get in my rear door to put my daughter in the car) I basically started yelling about how the "idiot" next to us can't park and "how the hell did they even get out without hitting my car". When done, I turned to the trunk to start loading stuff in, realizing that the only way to get my daughter in was to go through the other side, when this guy and some bimbo start walking up and he's saying, "we're leaving, I'll move it" not "sorry, I don't know how to drive" or "sorry, but I just don't care about anyone else on the planet" so what did I say, well, what would you say? I said "GOOD! THANKS." very loudly. I don't think I needed to say anything else. He was an idiot. I wasn't making it up.

So now my question to you is, do you park like a Butthead too? If so, maybe you should think about the guys next to you before you do it. I can recall a scene from many years ago when someone I know freaked, climbed into his car and opened the passenger door from the inside and kicked it with both feet, multiple times into the car that was parked so ridiculously close. Now, that was not right, but somehow felt very satisfying. If you are stupid enough to park like that, then you deserve what you get. Whether it be accidental or intentional.

Don't be a Butthead.

I will never understand some people...

Are you one of those people on this planet who doesn't return phone calls? Can you please explain why to me? I know several people, my husband included, who sometimes just don't bother to call people back. Now, I suppose there are times when I almost understand it. Someone just called to talk or you emailed them instead of calling. But not calling back when someone is expecting a reply to some sort of question?? I just don't get it. It's like they have resigned to the fact that they are rude and have no qualms at all about letting you know that they are rude and could care less about you. Because that's what not calling someone back says. "I have no manners and you are not important enough for me to call back".

Well, I guess I know where I stand when someone doesn't call me back.

Not a clue what I'm doing.

Basically this blog was created as an outlet for me to...vent at times, I guess, and just put some thoughts down. I admit I have nothing profound to say. Infact I'm not sure I even have anything remotely interesting to say but as I haven't anyone to talk to, and I'm tired of talking to myself, blogging sounded like a good fit. I can say what I want and most likely no one will ever bother to read it. And that's fine by me. If I can put some thoughts down, perhaps they will leave my head and haunt me nomore. I spend way too much time alone and think about things entirely too much.

The funny thing is that I don't live alone. Heck, I even have kids and yet I feel ridiculously alone at times. I work from home so I can be here for my daughter before and after school and I have a second daughter who has just turned two who is with me all the time. My husband works by day, naps by night. I live on an acreage 10 minutes from town but only leave the house on the weekends as my work quota prevents me from having much freedom during the work week. All of my family has moved away. I have no friends and no social life at all. I'm quite shy and have a really hard time trying new things. I hate doing anything alone because I spend so my time by myself that doing something by myself is utterly unappealing.

That's it for today.