Ugh. Family Gatherings
I usually dont invite friends over to family gatherings. Ever. Mostly this is due to my family's inability to behave itself. My mother isnt so bad, as she at least knows to put on a happy face for company. My father is usually pretty quiet or out looking at my car anyway. The problems always seem to focus on my brother. He is 31 years old and about as retarded as you can be at that age.
My current "Ugh" is stemming from the event that will occur later today. I made the mistake of inviting my friends to dinner with my family at my moms house for my birthday. Just Charles, Samantha, Nicole if she is coming up today and possibly John if he can make it. The type of close friends you should feel perfectly fine inviting to a family gathering. :: sigh ::
I began the talks early with my mom and sister. Spagetti, 8-9 people: Mom, Sister, Father, Charles, Samantha, Nicole, maybe John, Myself and my brother. Just my brother, as I understood he and his awful horrible Ex-girlfriend (Ex-Fiancee, excuse me) broke up again. She has a daughter, whose birthday is also today so I assumed they would be busy somewhere else anyway. Really I invite my brother to be nice to my mom.
Aparently the horrible women and my brother got back together and He thinks he can bring them tonight. I only have room at the damn table for 8. Its bad enough I had to invite my brother but to have them along as well is not my birthday wish. You see, I can think of only one possible benefit to having this women and her child there: My brother is thus unlikely to hit on Samantha and Nicole. Last time I attempted to somewhat bond with my brother and brought him to a Tenacious D concert with Samantha, he didnt seem to mind that A) SHES MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND YOU ASSHOLE, YOU DONT FUCKING HIT ON YOUR LITTLE SISTERS BEST FRIEND ASSHOLE or B) She (and I think he) are not single at the time. (Ill also throw in a big fat C) Samantha made obvious NO overtures from the get go so give up!)
Even thinking of that occasion makes me cringe with family gathering shame. Id rather have my family be goofy republicans who show my friends horrible baby pictures and believe in President Bush. Instead I get passable all the way around minus the big huge blaring retard that is my brother. I could relate more stories, like my 21st birthday in Vegas with Suse. Again my brother is the ass, but for another time.
I would blame my mother but she already blames herself. My parents got a divorce when my brother was about 16 and had already been firmly hating his parents for at least 2 years. He of course hated my mom more because she was the disaplinarian (my father has always been laid back - to a somewhat large fault - but oh well, he has changed slowly for the better over time and Im still proud of him for it). My brother, on the other hand, developed or rather didnt develop any kind of social graces. For about 5 years plus my mother has been trying her best to be a part of his life and help him out... or at least point out that his girlfriend treats him like shit and that ripping other people off is in fact not cool and that she isnt cool for doing it... no matter how many backstage passes or free booze she can get for him out of it. He drives my mom crazy and takes advantage of her kindness, with out any kind of repayment, time an time again. My mother isnt an angel herself but she does try with my brother, which more than I could do. She always goes back for more, everytime. Either because its her son and she cant help it, or guilt that the world has another retard in it thanks to her not trying hard enough back when he was a teen... well her and my brothers incredibly consistent bad choices.
(I do hope she meant it this last time when she said he was out of the will... My brother is under the impression that A) my mother is loaded and that(HA!!) B) he gets mom's house when she dies. Sure thing Eddie! You can pay the remaining 9/10 of the morgage and Rayanne and I will just take the furnature and life insurance, ok?)
I basically asked my father to be the bad guy and let him know that either he can come alone or he cant come at all. I know it sounds mean, but its my birthday and we're always about 2 cents short of me blowing up at him and letting him know what I really think of him anyway.
Then again I have always felt a good telling off should be done in person but his house is too dirty to really visit as he has cats, a dog, geckos, a bird, and multiple fish. Oh and the bitch Im supposed to be nice to is there too.
Ugh.
On a happier note, my boss is taking me out to lunch today and I aparently have the same birthday as Maggie Gylenhall :) neato!
My current "Ugh" is stemming from the event that will occur later today. I made the mistake of inviting my friends to dinner with my family at my moms house for my birthday. Just Charles, Samantha, Nicole if she is coming up today and possibly John if he can make it. The type of close friends you should feel perfectly fine inviting to a family gathering. :: sigh ::
I began the talks early with my mom and sister. Spagetti, 8-9 people: Mom, Sister, Father, Charles, Samantha, Nicole, maybe John, Myself and my brother. Just my brother, as I understood he and his awful horrible Ex-girlfriend (Ex-Fiancee, excuse me) broke up again. She has a daughter, whose birthday is also today so I assumed they would be busy somewhere else anyway. Really I invite my brother to be nice to my mom.
Aparently the horrible women and my brother got back together and He thinks he can bring them tonight. I only have room at the damn table for 8. Its bad enough I had to invite my brother but to have them along as well is not my birthday wish. You see, I can think of only one possible benefit to having this women and her child there: My brother is thus unlikely to hit on Samantha and Nicole. Last time I attempted to somewhat bond with my brother and brought him to a Tenacious D concert with Samantha, he didnt seem to mind that A) SHES MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND YOU ASSHOLE, YOU DONT FUCKING HIT ON YOUR LITTLE SISTERS BEST FRIEND ASSHOLE or B) She (and I think he) are not single at the time. (Ill also throw in a big fat C) Samantha made obvious NO overtures from the get go so give up!)
Even thinking of that occasion makes me cringe with family gathering shame. Id rather have my family be goofy republicans who show my friends horrible baby pictures and believe in President Bush. Instead I get passable all the way around minus the big huge blaring retard that is my brother. I could relate more stories, like my 21st birthday in Vegas with Suse. Again my brother is the ass, but for another time.
I would blame my mother but she already blames herself. My parents got a divorce when my brother was about 16 and had already been firmly hating his parents for at least 2 years. He of course hated my mom more because she was the disaplinarian (my father has always been laid back - to a somewhat large fault - but oh well, he has changed slowly for the better over time and Im still proud of him for it). My brother, on the other hand, developed or rather didnt develop any kind of social graces. For about 5 years plus my mother has been trying her best to be a part of his life and help him out... or at least point out that his girlfriend treats him like shit and that ripping other people off is in fact not cool and that she isnt cool for doing it... no matter how many backstage passes or free booze she can get for him out of it. He drives my mom crazy and takes advantage of her kindness, with out any kind of repayment, time an time again. My mother isnt an angel herself but she does try with my brother, which more than I could do. She always goes back for more, everytime. Either because its her son and she cant help it, or guilt that the world has another retard in it thanks to her not trying hard enough back when he was a teen... well her and my brothers incredibly consistent bad choices.
(I do hope she meant it this last time when she said he was out of the will... My brother is under the impression that A) my mother is loaded and that(HA!!) B) he gets mom's house when she dies. Sure thing Eddie! You can pay the remaining 9/10 of the morgage and Rayanne and I will just take the furnature and life insurance, ok?)
I basically asked my father to be the bad guy and let him know that either he can come alone or he cant come at all. I know it sounds mean, but its my birthday and we're always about 2 cents short of me blowing up at him and letting him know what I really think of him anyway.
Then again I have always felt a good telling off should be done in person but his house is too dirty to really visit as he has cats, a dog, geckos, a bird, and multiple fish. Oh and the bitch Im supposed to be nice to is there too.
Ugh.
On a happier note, my boss is taking me out to lunch today and I aparently have the same birthday as Maggie Gylenhall :) neato!