My family visited this weekend. My dad thought he smelled pot being smoked right outside the front of the building not once, but twice. My window is right above the front of the building and I have had to leave it open because there is something wrong with my heater ( Read more... )

I had a dream that Grandma S. was dead. We were out at the cottage for some holiday celebration, I think maybe Thanksgiving. I was on the front lawn, and happened to glance through the window. All of my siblings were sitting in the living room with Grandma S. She looked up and saw me, and told me to come inside. I declined, and informed her that ( Read more... )

Disappointing Thanksgiving. My dad had his adopted Brazilian co-worker/son and his nephew over for dinner. I know it's mean and bitchy of me, but I kinda wish it had just been family. I always feel like I have to be on my best behavior around them, since they go to this really conservative church and are such strait-laced people. The thing I love ( Read more... )

I received a response from my grandparents. It is a letter in which I am called a *gasp* protestant and in which they compare my style of thinking to Hitler. Also, there is ONLY ONE TRUTH in this world, and since they are obviously right, I must be wrong.

( Catholic and Pro-Life is the way to be... )

So.

I requested that my grandparents apologize to me for stealing my property. It seems they can't even bring themselves to do that. What follows is an email they sent to me and my response. This shall be the last communication I have with them since I think they are incapable of understanding how their actions have consequences.

( Drama under the cut )

Someone hacked into my lj account and replaced my Monty Python God picture with a picture of Jon Stewart. The tags were still the same, though. Hmmm. I have since changed it back. I have nothing against Jon Stewart and he IS God-like, but I lurves my Monty Python ( Read more... )

I'm an Aunt ( Read more... )

I had a dream that I had a little five year old brother named Jon. Jon was raised by my grandparents. He was dead at birth and all mottled and gray in the head ( Read more... )

Mindy, this story is for you.

( So, like, I was chasing this coked-up queen who had stolen my sister's handbag... )

My grandparents (mother's side) are most likely not going to my brother's wedding. The reason they will not be attending is because my brother is not getting married in the Catholic church. In their words, "It would be hypocritical for any Catholic to attend such a wedding." How it's hypocritical, I'm not entirely sure. It makes sense to my ( Read more... )