My family, myself.
This weekend is one of my relative's grad party from High School. No big whoop. Not too terribly close, since it's on my mom's side of the family, and like I say many times, the only people I really care to associate with on her side are my relatives in Chicago who got way away from here a looong time ago. They're in town this weekend and we're going out to our semi-annual "We have to sit in Old Country Buffet and listen to the 3 raging senile ladies who are my gram and her sisters rant and rip on eachother while not thinking that they can hear eachother while we try to stiffle our laughing over what they're saying" lunch today. So, since I'll see my gram today I thought I'd call my dad to see when they're going to the party so I can tell gram when they're picking her up (and so I can plan to catch a flick with Mr. Bhoutros since I'll be in his neck of the woods).
After talking to my dad for a few minutes about other stuff, I asked him about the party and stuff. He told me to call my mom and ask her since he has no clue. Nothing unusual. Then, he tells me to ask her how gram's doc appt. went. So, I ask him what it was for. It was a figgin CAT scan and MRI. Her doc thinks she has a brain tumor or neurological something or other. So, what do I start to do? Freak out. I ask him how long they thought this, and his answer? "Oh, a couple of weeks. I thought your mother told you." WHAT? Thanks for telling me! You know she wouldn't tell me! It would be nice to know. Not like I could do anything, but I'm seeing her in like 5 hours and you know it's going to come up. So, I call mom to see when they're going sunday, and mention that dad said to ask about the tests, and she gets pissed at ME for knowing. WTF?? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, this is the same woman who told me that my grandpa that I never knew I had lived the next town over and had owned a gas station I frequented (which meant I could have known him) just died a couple years ago(I was told my gram never married because he died in WWII, not that my gram thought he was a drunk deadbeat and turned down his marriage proposal) IN A FRIGGIN MALL. Or, that the doc thought she may have cancer and had to get tests run that week ON THE WAY TO A WEDDING. The list could go on, but I won't.
Bah. I need to calm down. Whatever happens happens, right? Now I know why I don't ever really tell my parents anything. It wouldn't matter unless it could get thrown back at me. I'm going to go to lunch and have a good time, then go to work. Tomorrow I am going to work then I'm going to clean the vestibule. Sunday I am going to put up with my family some more (thankfully I don't have to drive with them) then have some fun with Steve and forget about everything for awhile. Sounds like a plan to me.
Ness and Hez, I swear to god that I am going to send that package. I tried to, but the envelope I had was too small and I haven't been able to get a larger one. I WILL get one this weekend if it kills me!!!
After talking to my dad for a few minutes about other stuff, I asked him about the party and stuff. He told me to call my mom and ask her since he has no clue. Nothing unusual. Then, he tells me to ask her how gram's doc appt. went. So, I ask him what it was for. It was a figgin CAT scan and MRI. Her doc thinks she has a brain tumor or neurological something or other. So, what do I start to do? Freak out. I ask him how long they thought this, and his answer? "Oh, a couple of weeks. I thought your mother told you." WHAT? Thanks for telling me! You know she wouldn't tell me! It would be nice to know. Not like I could do anything, but I'm seeing her in like 5 hours and you know it's going to come up. So, I call mom to see when they're going sunday, and mention that dad said to ask about the tests, and she gets pissed at ME for knowing. WTF?? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, this is the same woman who told me that my grandpa that I never knew I had lived the next town over and had owned a gas station I frequented (which meant I could have known him) just died a couple years ago(I was told my gram never married because he died in WWII, not that my gram thought he was a drunk deadbeat and turned down his marriage proposal) IN A FRIGGIN MALL. Or, that the doc thought she may have cancer and had to get tests run that week ON THE WAY TO A WEDDING. The list could go on, but I won't.
Bah. I need to calm down. Whatever happens happens, right? Now I know why I don't ever really tell my parents anything. It wouldn't matter unless it could get thrown back at me. I'm going to go to lunch and have a good time, then go to work. Tomorrow I am going to work then I'm going to clean the vestibule. Sunday I am going to put up with my family some more (thankfully I don't have to drive with them) then have some fun with Steve and forget about everything for awhile. Sounds like a plan to me.
Ness and Hez, I swear to god that I am going to send that package. I tried to, but the envelope I had was too small and I haven't been able to get a larger one. I WILL get one this weekend if it kills me!!!