The weekend from Hell
Well, maybe not from hell. Close enough though, y'know?
Saturday morning dawns, nice bright and clear. Gorgeous weather. Calm before the storm. We get to my Grandma's house, and then Mom, G-ma & I head to go shopping. After shopping, near supper time, things go downhill. First, my mom wanted a pie to eat for dessert. But, my dad sent my grandma the wrong recipie. So she was all upset about that. Then, my Grandma read an ad in the paper wrong for steak from Hy-Vee. Instead of costing like $5 something a pound, it was $5 something per 8 oz. So, we ended up paying like twice the price we wanted to pay for the steaks.
Then my Grandma mentions she wants to take us to this special Easter thing at her Presbyterian Church. We all didn't want to go, but we're all 'well, we have to go to make her happy'. And she knew we didn't want to go, so she sits out on the porch and starts crying. So she tells us not to go, but we ended up going because we had to try and make her a little happy. In the mean-time, the steaks weren't that good, and it all ended with a yelling match between my mom and my Grandma. (Like mother, like daughter, I swear)
The service was...fake. All fake. Everything was read. From the poems, to the scripture, to prayer. Then, they had communion. Done by a lady preacher. Which, basically goes against a thousand of my beliefs. So, me, my mom and Dad don't go up, which doesn't make my Grandma happy, but at least we came to the stupid thing!
Saturday night, I drop into bed about midnight, after about 11, my Grandma asks me what's so different about the way we do communion at church, and the way they do theirs...and I couldn't think, so she told me to just forget it. Anyways, about 1:30 I wake up...and it's pouring rain. Making tons of noise, so I couldn't sleep. Then at 6, my Grandma's cat starts yelling. The cat is Siamese. You do the math.
So, Sunday morning goes alright churchwise, I guess. It's the usual boringness there. No one to talk to, sleep through the first meeting because it's so damn warm. Freeze through the second... Sunday dinner was alright, and things calmed down until an hour ago.
Mom gets on this topic of how when it's her birthday, she won't get a party, because she always plans them, so she won't get one, and it'll be so boring, and none of her friends will be around to celebrate it. And then I pipe up and say that 'You've always said that you'd figure out a suprise party, if we tried to throw one.' That didn't make my mom happy. She threw barbs at my dad for no reason at all...basically saying that my Dad didn't know how to plan a party, and he'd screw it all up, and she'd find out, etc, etc.... God...it was just nasty.
I'm really starting to hate my family.
Saturday morning dawns, nice bright and clear. Gorgeous weather. Calm before the storm. We get to my Grandma's house, and then Mom, G-ma & I head to go shopping. After shopping, near supper time, things go downhill. First, my mom wanted a pie to eat for dessert. But, my dad sent my grandma the wrong recipie. So she was all upset about that. Then, my Grandma read an ad in the paper wrong for steak from Hy-Vee. Instead of costing like $5 something a pound, it was $5 something per 8 oz. So, we ended up paying like twice the price we wanted to pay for the steaks.
Then my Grandma mentions she wants to take us to this special Easter thing at her Presbyterian Church. We all didn't want to go, but we're all 'well, we have to go to make her happy'. And she knew we didn't want to go, so she sits out on the porch and starts crying. So she tells us not to go, but we ended up going because we had to try and make her a little happy. In the mean-time, the steaks weren't that good, and it all ended with a yelling match between my mom and my Grandma. (Like mother, like daughter, I swear)
The service was...fake. All fake. Everything was read. From the poems, to the scripture, to prayer. Then, they had communion. Done by a lady preacher. Which, basically goes against a thousand of my beliefs. So, me, my mom and Dad don't go up, which doesn't make my Grandma happy, but at least we came to the stupid thing!
Saturday night, I drop into bed about midnight, after about 11, my Grandma asks me what's so different about the way we do communion at church, and the way they do theirs...and I couldn't think, so she told me to just forget it. Anyways, about 1:30 I wake up...and it's pouring rain. Making tons of noise, so I couldn't sleep. Then at 6, my Grandma's cat starts yelling. The cat is Siamese. You do the math.
So, Sunday morning goes alright churchwise, I guess. It's the usual boringness there. No one to talk to, sleep through the first meeting because it's so damn warm. Freeze through the second... Sunday dinner was alright, and things calmed down until an hour ago.
Mom gets on this topic of how when it's her birthday, she won't get a party, because she always plans them, so she won't get one, and it'll be so boring, and none of her friends will be around to celebrate it. And then I pipe up and say that 'You've always said that you'd figure out a suprise party, if we tried to throw one.' That didn't make my mom happy. She threw barbs at my dad for no reason at all...basically saying that my Dad didn't know how to plan a party, and he'd screw it all up, and she'd find out, etc, etc.... God...it was just nasty.
I'm really starting to hate my family.