I'm An Auntie.... Again!
Woooooooooot! My sister gave birth to a healthy baby boy today, at 3:13pm. I was at the hospital, but missed the birh because my grandmother cannot accompany her ownself to the cafeteria one floor up. -sigh- He is such a handsome baby too! 10 pounds 6 ounces! Well... I have a lot of surpressed anger at the moment, so I feel the dire need to write before I explode and shout profanities at my parents and grandma Sylvia. Alright, so, Breane went into labor at 11:30, got to the hospital at 12, and was already dialated 8 inches, 10 being ready to start pushing. We got to the hospital almost to one, and since my sister has a hernia, she didn't want that many people in there, so I was waiting outside. My grandmother was upset that she got kicked out and had to watch Derek, so she was being annoying. Then, one of my sister's ex-friends showed up.
The reason they are ex-friends is because Andrea is such a slut, that she tries to make "subtle" moves on my sister's husband, Grady. I saw her do it too! And I'm thinking, "Hello, slut! This is the man that pledged his heart to my sister, and has one child with, like he's going to go for you when he has a classic tasteful beauty like Breane." I'm serious, I think Andrea is a hooker, seriously. She showed up at the hospital wearing a shirt that was practically covering 1/4 of her breasts, and she had to keep pulling it up! I was shooting looks at her and I totally know she hates me. She kept looking at me like I was a freak, because I was wearing my black shoes, my favorite jeans, black eyeliner, braids, and my Alice in Chains tee, which I think freaked her the most.
She was the typical slut, tanned skin, grossly dyed blonde hair, (her hair used to be the nice shade like Rosie's, but is now streaked and just... ugh!) ridiculously high heels (little points!) jeans so tight you could see what was in her pockets, a Coach purse, big hoop earrings, lip plumper, and that tight, low pink camisole with a white jogging coat over it unzipped. And she was going to work right after Mason's birth! Yuck! My sister didn't even want her there and no one knows how she found out about that Breane was in labor, but she did. So there was that hell, (it was soooooooooo hard to refrain from calling her a slut! Soooooooooooo hard!) and then my Grandma Bette was being worse than usual. So worse, that I now have a migrane and feel like finding a glass and shattering it.
She has always been 'mentally ill' which is practically a ding-bat. She is book smart, but talk logic or common sense and she is left in the dust. She actually had the nerve to try and argue with me, when I am so much smarter than her too! It was a while after Mason was born, and my mother was holding him, and grandma kept leaning over him saying things like, "OOOOh! He's making baby noises! Yes, little Mason is making baby noises!" And, mind you, that was in a high-pitched baby voice that I HATE! Seriously, if people ever try that on my kids (if I ever have any) I will knock them into next week! It is a proven fact that if you talk to a child normally and tell them what things are (that is an oven etc...) that they will be smarter. My parents did that and hardly talked in baby voices, and look how intelligent I am!
Well, my response to what she said was, of course, like the smartass-bitch I am. "Of course he's making baby noises, he's a baby." Very sarcastic tone, mind you. I would have thrown in a few swear words, but I don't think I could stand to see her look. Though, mind you, one of these days I'll do it, maybe at Christmas... it'll piss everyone off.... Anyways, I'm not sure if she heard me, I muttered it, but she looked at me all like she was guilt tripping me. That pisses me off when people do that! She always goes into her "poor me I'm just such an old lady who can't take care of herself" routine. Grady's grandparents are eighty three, and June (Grady's grandma) was a prediactric nurse so she's in there helping Breane while Grandma Bette is complaining to me like there's no tomorrow, from everything on how cold it is to "Oh, leave the fries there, Derek wants to eat them still!" And that was after the kid dumped Coke on them and said, "No more Kiki, no more!" (I am Kiki, Auntie Kiki!;))
I seriously love Derek, he idolizes me, and he's such a doll! (Even if he is annoying and won't do what I tell him totally) On the way to the hospital Breane said he kept asking for me and she told him, "Kiki will be here, Auntie Kiki will be there for you. For now, talk to Titi. Titi wants to hold you!" Titi is Breane's best best friend, Rachel. They've been friends since first grade, and since Rachel missed Derek's birth, there was a snowball's chance in hell that she was going to miss Mason's birth. And Rachel was so brave, she was in there holding Breane's hand during contractions, and she didn't feel sick when she saw Mason coming out either. She was all like, "Breane, when it's my turn, you have to do this for me too!" I love Rachel. She's so nice, and fashionable, but not uptight like Breane can be. Rachel wouldn't care if she had no makeup on when she gave birth, Breane definately cared, but there wasn't enough time to put on makeup. I dindn't feel sick when I watched Breane give birth to Derek, I thought it was just... empowering, seeing as only women can do that, and seeing how much energy and strength it takes to go through that pain and all.
Breane's doctor sure was a creep though. He was a Mormon, which made me wary of him automatically, but he had a thing about him, like he thought he was better than everybody else, and not in a good way either. He struck me as the type who would do things to women when they were under anesthetic, that's how creepy he was. But, Breane, being Breane, didn't think anything of it, even though he was obviously a dumbass. (He made he push down in an uncomfortable way, even though she had a hernia and it could pop!) But the nurse was like an angel, I totally liked her. She was so... she was just awesome. And as I was walking through the hospital, and I saw all those nurses and doctors saving people, I really wanted to do it too. I think I might want to be a doctor now.
So, here I am, pain in my hands from typing, the joy of homework to look forward too, the pain in my head slowing to a dull throb, and all I will say about my fight with my grandmother is: Don't argue with me, I know more about genetics than you ever will.
Love Kiki
The reason they are ex-friends is because Andrea is such a slut, that she tries to make "subtle" moves on my sister's husband, Grady. I saw her do it too! And I'm thinking, "Hello, slut! This is the man that pledged his heart to my sister, and has one child with, like he's going to go for you when he has a classic tasteful beauty like Breane." I'm serious, I think Andrea is a hooker, seriously. She showed up at the hospital wearing a shirt that was practically covering 1/4 of her breasts, and she had to keep pulling it up! I was shooting looks at her and I totally know she hates me. She kept looking at me like I was a freak, because I was wearing my black shoes, my favorite jeans, black eyeliner, braids, and my Alice in Chains tee, which I think freaked her the most.
She was the typical slut, tanned skin, grossly dyed blonde hair, (her hair used to be the nice shade like Rosie's, but is now streaked and just... ugh!) ridiculously high heels (little points!) jeans so tight you could see what was in her pockets, a Coach purse, big hoop earrings, lip plumper, and that tight, low pink camisole with a white jogging coat over it unzipped. And she was going to work right after Mason's birth! Yuck! My sister didn't even want her there and no one knows how she found out about that Breane was in labor, but she did. So there was that hell, (it was soooooooooo hard to refrain from calling her a slut! Soooooooooooo hard!) and then my Grandma Bette was being worse than usual. So worse, that I now have a migrane and feel like finding a glass and shattering it.
She has always been 'mentally ill' which is practically a ding-bat. She is book smart, but talk logic or common sense and she is left in the dust. She actually had the nerve to try and argue with me, when I am so much smarter than her too! It was a while after Mason was born, and my mother was holding him, and grandma kept leaning over him saying things like, "OOOOh! He's making baby noises! Yes, little Mason is making baby noises!" And, mind you, that was in a high-pitched baby voice that I HATE! Seriously, if people ever try that on my kids (if I ever have any) I will knock them into next week! It is a proven fact that if you talk to a child normally and tell them what things are (that is an oven etc...) that they will be smarter. My parents did that and hardly talked in baby voices, and look how intelligent I am!
Well, my response to what she said was, of course, like the smartass-bitch I am. "Of course he's making baby noises, he's a baby." Very sarcastic tone, mind you. I would have thrown in a few swear words, but I don't think I could stand to see her look. Though, mind you, one of these days I'll do it, maybe at Christmas... it'll piss everyone off.... Anyways, I'm not sure if she heard me, I muttered it, but she looked at me all like she was guilt tripping me. That pisses me off when people do that! She always goes into her "poor me I'm just such an old lady who can't take care of herself" routine. Grady's grandparents are eighty three, and June (Grady's grandma) was a prediactric nurse so she's in there helping Breane while Grandma Bette is complaining to me like there's no tomorrow, from everything on how cold it is to "Oh, leave the fries there, Derek wants to eat them still!" And that was after the kid dumped Coke on them and said, "No more Kiki, no more!" (I am Kiki, Auntie Kiki!;))
I seriously love Derek, he idolizes me, and he's such a doll! (Even if he is annoying and won't do what I tell him totally) On the way to the hospital Breane said he kept asking for me and she told him, "Kiki will be here, Auntie Kiki will be there for you. For now, talk to Titi. Titi wants to hold you!" Titi is Breane's best best friend, Rachel. They've been friends since first grade, and since Rachel missed Derek's birth, there was a snowball's chance in hell that she was going to miss Mason's birth. And Rachel was so brave, she was in there holding Breane's hand during contractions, and she didn't feel sick when she saw Mason coming out either. She was all like, "Breane, when it's my turn, you have to do this for me too!" I love Rachel. She's so nice, and fashionable, but not uptight like Breane can be. Rachel wouldn't care if she had no makeup on when she gave birth, Breane definately cared, but there wasn't enough time to put on makeup. I dindn't feel sick when I watched Breane give birth to Derek, I thought it was just... empowering, seeing as only women can do that, and seeing how much energy and strength it takes to go through that pain and all.
Breane's doctor sure was a creep though. He was a Mormon, which made me wary of him automatically, but he had a thing about him, like he thought he was better than everybody else, and not in a good way either. He struck me as the type who would do things to women when they were under anesthetic, that's how creepy he was. But, Breane, being Breane, didn't think anything of it, even though he was obviously a dumbass. (He made he push down in an uncomfortable way, even though she had a hernia and it could pop!) But the nurse was like an angel, I totally liked her. She was so... she was just awesome. And as I was walking through the hospital, and I saw all those nurses and doctors saving people, I really wanted to do it too. I think I might want to be a doctor now.
So, here I am, pain in my hands from typing, the joy of homework to look forward too, the pain in my head slowing to a dull throb, and all I will say about my fight with my grandmother is: Don't argue with me, I know more about genetics than you ever will.
Love Kiki