Feb 22, 2007 21:30
This afternoon I practiced parking with my mother, backing up and paralell, you know the hard stuff. Then I went to see Beth. I don't really need her per se anymore, but it's nice to just talk to someone with an unbiased opinion. For the past couple of weeks we've been looking at puppies. My brother really wants one, and of course we all KNOW that he won't take care of it, but my mother is in complete denial, and believes that he will become Mr. Responsible once it gets here. Although I sound unexcited, I actually am. I've never had a puppy before, and it seems like a hard, but good experience. SO, here comes my extreme venting. I was the one that looked online with my mother for a day at puppies. I was the one that helped her pick some out. I was the one that e-mailed back the people when they received our applications with questions. I was the one that read the books, snowshoed a place for the puppy to go to the bathroom/play outside, and I was the one that made notes, a list of what we needed to get, AND cleaned the kennel. What has my brother done, o what, mmmmmmm nothing. What does my mother say, nothing.
SO, this evening we went to the store to get the obvious things the puppy will need when we bring it home Saturday. The whole way around the store my brother read everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that had words on it. If we did not need it, he still wanted to get it. He wanted to buy dog diapers for it, for when it got old. I mean honostly, it's a puppy, we're looking at like 12 years from now. Anyways, it was annoying. Even when we were in the CAT section he wanted to get things for the dog, and was reading everything. I know I have no patience, I know that he can't really help that he is the most annoying person in the universe at times, but I suppose that's why I feel guilty when I snap at him. So I don't and my brain fries and I explode and just really really want to throw something, actually I would like to throw a lot of things, mostly glass or something that would shatter and make a LOT of noise. I odn't, but DAMN would that feel good. O, and if he wasn't annoying enough he decided to contradict everything I said. Sadly I actually read books and he didn't know what he was talking about, but still annoying. SOmetimes I feel like my almost 19 year-old brother is like 4. I'm just getting the feeling I'm always going to be doing the work for this dog, and I mean it's not really fair to get a dog for him and make us do all the work. I take care of all of my animals, but I suppose that's not really fair. O, and did I mention the complete nut (and bitch) my mother is going to turn into when it's obvious Joe isn't going to take responsibility for the dog at all. O, the fun is just beginning in my new hell. Like I said before, I'm excited for the dog, I'm more just frustrated with my brother. Besides, it's not the dog's fault my brother refuses to grow up. Night all, I am going to de-stress by playing Kahuna Reef.