Happy New Year! A little late
I've been in Kentucky. We left on Thursday to visit my grandparents and we just go back a few hours ago. There is no internet access and our cell phones get reception, but not Verizon. I actually liked that part. No freaking facebook is nice. Although my aunt and cousins are all on there, so "That's going to be on facebook" every time we snap an awkward picture is still a valid threat. I mean, that's pretty much why most people take pictures these days anyway. However, I am very pleased to be back. I love my family. I wish I saw them more than once a year. But I can only take them for so long. Every time I see them, I am subjected to the same embarrassing stories that I could now probably repeat with the same accent and inflection I've heard them so many times. At least by now, I'm no longer embarrassed. Then the torrent of questions about people who nobody has spoken to for probably twenty years. But my grandparents will swear that what they remember then is still current and factual. My aunt, uncle and cousins were all there, too. Again, I love them, but I only have so much patience. It's quite a bit more fun when they are there, however, I still can only take so much. I think I've improved as a human being, though. I managed to keep my mouth shut when I heard something wrong (which was often) and on occasion, mildly offensive. They're pretty good about not offending, though. I take after my dad. Several times, we both would just have to get up, leave the room and go do something else. It irritates him more than the rest of us, I think, since it's not his blood! He told me that he was extremely thankful for my brother and I. I'll explain.
My cousins, Heather & Kristin are 21 and 19, respectively. Heather has been in the Air Force since she got out of high school and Kristin is going into it in March or April. Heather got married to some guy she met there after two months-so they got married in November, but only told everybody she was engaged and then after we all met him and she went back to her base, she told everyone they were actually married. This was January. Then they separated in oh, May. Sometime later, when she got stationed in Hawaii, she met some guy that got her pregnant. She was still married, but in the process of getting a divorce. I don't know when exactly, but she is definitely divorced by now. Her baby's father, or baby daddy, the popular vernacular if you so choose, is still not divorced from the woman he's got previous children with. Heather and this guy are no longer together and haven't been for some time. He's in Texas. She's stationed in Hawaii and is being sent to Kuwait later this month for a six month deployment. Heather and her 11 month old baby were there. Figure it out. You people are smart. Kristin decided to join the Air Force recently. She was going to school for a year and working at Target, but decided that she didn't like going to school, so her family thought it was a good idea to just sign up for the Air Force. She recently quit her job. So she's not doing anything right now.
The above is why my dad is thankful for me and my brother. I'm sure my mother is, too. Compared to the majority of our family, we've given them minimal worry. But my dad tends to vocalize it more to me. We're a bit more alike. He's one of the few people who never ever guilts me into the fact that I'm dragging my feet to get married and settle down. He actually understands that I'm not pleased with what where I am in life, career wise, and that I'd like to figure out all of that first before dragging a husband or even a child into it. I've neglected to mention the worst part.
My mother is baby crazy. Devyn, Heather's baby is adorable. I loved her, she was great. If I was tired of reading, watching TV or listening to my iPod, most of the time I could just go stare at the baby and she would do something funny. However, she is not mine and I am very pleased with that. I want children one day, but not right this instant. Just because my mother wants a grandchild and my grand parents want another great grandchild does not mean I want to pop one out at any moment. Nobody seems to care what I want. I'm not normally an extremely selfish person, but I see nothing wrong with being selfish in this regard. Again, my dad seems to be the only voice of reason. I am so sick of people trying to tell me how to live my life. Just because I don't know what I want doesn't mean that everybody else does. Anyway, is it too much to ask to want the general public to leave their babies at home when I'm out with my mother? I guess it is. I can always hope, though.
I only ever seem to get on here to complain. I don't mean to. I have too much family on facebook now to piss and moan about things that annoy me, since it's usually about them anyway. Or even use naughty language for that matter. Yes, we're that kind of family. So I vent here. I promise, I will make entries shorter, nicer, funnier, more frequent and infinitely more interesting in the future! So here's the nice part: DOCTOR WHO! I love Doctor Who. I've only gotten into it the past few years, when they started the new series. I am sad to see David Tennant leave. He's my very favorite out of all of them and yes, a large part of it does have something to do with his looks, but Tom Baker is right behind him. I'm not totally shallow. Of course, I have not seen too many originals. I exhausted the library's supply of old episodes and I'm not going to monopolize Dan's Netflix with what they have at the moment. I just try to watch what I can find. I'll see more of the old stuff eventually. However, I think I'm going to like this new guy. A major indication is the remark "I'm still not ginger." Don't know why I like that, but I do.
Okay, everybody, I've taken up enough of your friends page enough, you can get on with your far more interesting lives, if you've even bothered to read one of my many rants! Hope everyone has a wonderful year.
My cousins, Heather & Kristin are 21 and 19, respectively. Heather has been in the Air Force since she got out of high school and Kristin is going into it in March or April. Heather got married to some guy she met there after two months-so they got married in November, but only told everybody she was engaged and then after we all met him and she went back to her base, she told everyone they were actually married. This was January. Then they separated in oh, May. Sometime later, when she got stationed in Hawaii, she met some guy that got her pregnant. She was still married, but in the process of getting a divorce. I don't know when exactly, but she is definitely divorced by now. Her baby's father, or baby daddy, the popular vernacular if you so choose, is still not divorced from the woman he's got previous children with. Heather and this guy are no longer together and haven't been for some time. He's in Texas. She's stationed in Hawaii and is being sent to Kuwait later this month for a six month deployment. Heather and her 11 month old baby were there. Figure it out. You people are smart. Kristin decided to join the Air Force recently. She was going to school for a year and working at Target, but decided that she didn't like going to school, so her family thought it was a good idea to just sign up for the Air Force. She recently quit her job. So she's not doing anything right now.
The above is why my dad is thankful for me and my brother. I'm sure my mother is, too. Compared to the majority of our family, we've given them minimal worry. But my dad tends to vocalize it more to me. We're a bit more alike. He's one of the few people who never ever guilts me into the fact that I'm dragging my feet to get married and settle down. He actually understands that I'm not pleased with what where I am in life, career wise, and that I'd like to figure out all of that first before dragging a husband or even a child into it. I've neglected to mention the worst part.
My mother is baby crazy. Devyn, Heather's baby is adorable. I loved her, she was great. If I was tired of reading, watching TV or listening to my iPod, most of the time I could just go stare at the baby and she would do something funny. However, she is not mine and I am very pleased with that. I want children one day, but not right this instant. Just because my mother wants a grandchild and my grand parents want another great grandchild does not mean I want to pop one out at any moment. Nobody seems to care what I want. I'm not normally an extremely selfish person, but I see nothing wrong with being selfish in this regard. Again, my dad seems to be the only voice of reason. I am so sick of people trying to tell me how to live my life. Just because I don't know what I want doesn't mean that everybody else does. Anyway, is it too much to ask to want the general public to leave their babies at home when I'm out with my mother? I guess it is. I can always hope, though.
I only ever seem to get on here to complain. I don't mean to. I have too much family on facebook now to piss and moan about things that annoy me, since it's usually about them anyway. Or even use naughty language for that matter. Yes, we're that kind of family. So I vent here. I promise, I will make entries shorter, nicer, funnier, more frequent and infinitely more interesting in the future! So here's the nice part: DOCTOR WHO! I love Doctor Who. I've only gotten into it the past few years, when they started the new series. I am sad to see David Tennant leave. He's my very favorite out of all of them and yes, a large part of it does have something to do with his looks, but Tom Baker is right behind him. I'm not totally shallow. Of course, I have not seen too many originals. I exhausted the library's supply of old episodes and I'm not going to monopolize Dan's Netflix with what they have at the moment. I just try to watch what I can find. I'll see more of the old stuff eventually. However, I think I'm going to like this new guy. A major indication is the remark "I'm still not ginger." Don't know why I like that, but I do.
Okay, everybody, I've taken up enough of your friends page enough, you can get on with your far more interesting lives, if you've even bothered to read one of my many rants! Hope everyone has a wonderful year.