rant with a new word attatched
Talking of hooligans; it really annoys me when my cousin decides to nominate having a day off on Friday, which was quite often last month. Then she pleads with her mum to stay home and they watch DVD’s so instead of getting my own me-space for a couple of hours in the house turning up the radio, singing along to songs forgetting to take my laundry out the washing machine until three hours after it’s done… I have to keep it quite, be polite, conservative and absolutely no ringing and bitching about that week’s stress-fest or organising for the weekend.
This week my auntie has been sick and my cousin has been getting nearly every day off - is she on holiday or something? So every single day I’ve had to listen to coughing (most irritating noise in the world along with the dog snoring) and lock myself in my room. Why? Well I can’t use the internet at the same time and I can’t use the computer because my auntie is doing her work. So thank Gawd I am getting my own phone line in the bedroom - and yes! My own phone number!
Today was the second day I was told by my auntie to ring my uncle so he could tell/ask me to do something in the house. Yesterday my auntie told me to ring my uncle and ask him what he wanted. So I rang him with my auntie sitting next to the phone (because it’s located in the study along with the computer) and said
Me: “Auntie Georgina wants to know what you rang for”
Auntie G intercepts with a Ballistic: “No! Ask him what he wants you to do”
Uncle Peter meanwhile continues to talk: “What I rang for? When did I ring?”
Me: “I don’t know, apparently you did and I have to ask you about it.”
Uncle Peter” “O by the way, do you know where the lemon tree is?”
“yeah”
Uncle Peter: “Well could you take some of branches around it out to the front but not where any hooligans can get them. You’ll need gloves…”
Auntie G: “(sigh) He has no idea does he? Ask him what you were supposed to do”
Meanwhile I haven’t heard half his instructions and he’s finished
Me: “Aunty Georgina said you had something I needed to do?
Uncle Peter: “yeah that was it”
So my Auntie tells me to ring my uncle to tell me what he told her to tell me to do? What the hell is with that!
Then again she tell me to ring him so I did and then he goes somewhere in the conversation he goes “did your auntie tell you to ring me?” and then something about this being her method. My uncle got home rather late today, but he came and knocked on the door and said thanks for the weeding. Yet my auntie didn’t say ANYTHING before of after the phone call, before I went out and pulled everything up or after I did it, my good pants too because I was doing the washing today.
Funny, just yesterday she was telling me I need to “get angry” and that she didn’t used to get angry but it’s important too or you bottle things. That’s an interesting piece of advice because my mum was telling me about how my Auntie was “fuming” over some of the thing I have done/said that my mum said she would have wouldn’t have bothered holding on to. Including that time I said I’d had a good day until I got home (and found the figure fascist of the west not only slag off at me, her eating-disordered daughter but my family as well). My uncle also ‘warns’ me when my auntie is really pissed off at something I’ve done - so if it’s important for to let of steam why can’t she do it too?
I feel like my mind’s been rolling around in the grass on an over cast day - I fell irritated, agitated and I want to find somewhere cool. I can feel myself itching to write about my cousin next… but I’m going to be the bigger player in this and MOVE ON.
Wedgedigger
This week my auntie has been sick and my cousin has been getting nearly every day off - is she on holiday or something? So every single day I’ve had to listen to coughing (most irritating noise in the world along with the dog snoring) and lock myself in my room. Why? Well I can’t use the internet at the same time and I can’t use the computer because my auntie is doing her work. So thank Gawd I am getting my own phone line in the bedroom - and yes! My own phone number!
Today was the second day I was told by my auntie to ring my uncle so he could tell/ask me to do something in the house. Yesterday my auntie told me to ring my uncle and ask him what he wanted. So I rang him with my auntie sitting next to the phone (because it’s located in the study along with the computer) and said
Me: “Auntie Georgina wants to know what you rang for”
Auntie G intercepts with a Ballistic: “No! Ask him what he wants you to do”
Uncle Peter meanwhile continues to talk: “What I rang for? When did I ring?”
Me: “I don’t know, apparently you did and I have to ask you about it.”
Uncle Peter” “O by the way, do you know where the lemon tree is?”
“yeah”
Uncle Peter: “Well could you take some of branches around it out to the front but not where any hooligans can get them. You’ll need gloves…”
Auntie G: “(sigh) He has no idea does he? Ask him what you were supposed to do”
Meanwhile I haven’t heard half his instructions and he’s finished
Me: “Aunty Georgina said you had something I needed to do?
Uncle Peter: “yeah that was it”
So my Auntie tells me to ring my uncle to tell me what he told her to tell me to do? What the hell is with that!
Then again she tell me to ring him so I did and then he goes somewhere in the conversation he goes “did your auntie tell you to ring me?” and then something about this being her method. My uncle got home rather late today, but he came and knocked on the door and said thanks for the weeding. Yet my auntie didn’t say ANYTHING before of after the phone call, before I went out and pulled everything up or after I did it, my good pants too because I was doing the washing today.
Funny, just yesterday she was telling me I need to “get angry” and that she didn’t used to get angry but it’s important too or you bottle things. That’s an interesting piece of advice because my mum was telling me about how my Auntie was “fuming” over some of the thing I have done/said that my mum said she would have wouldn’t have bothered holding on to. Including that time I said I’d had a good day until I got home (and found the figure fascist of the west not only slag off at me, her eating-disordered daughter but my family as well). My uncle also ‘warns’ me when my auntie is really pissed off at something I’ve done - so if it’s important for to let of steam why can’t she do it too?
I feel like my mind’s been rolling around in the grass on an over cast day - I fell irritated, agitated and I want to find somewhere cool. I can feel myself itching to write about my cousin next… but I’m going to be the bigger player in this and MOVE ON.
Wedgedigger