grandma is driving me crazy.
it's like she's bored and has nothing else better to do than nag. "don't brush the dog here.. i don't want dog hair on me!" "i don't want that light on, make sure you turn it off when you're done!" "i'm going to die" "you see these bruises, i nearly killed myself".. the woman lives her life and as always lived her life like an agony. suffering from everything. you wanna know what a drama queen is, meet my grandmother. full blown over the top melodrama. the best is when she calls me a spoiled brat, when i return her naggings with a sarcastic remark. she thinks i'm really serious. LOL "no i'm going to leave the light on.. and if you keep it up, i will leave it on.. " LOL
grandma's shot.. it was all those damn drugs she took, and not the illegal ones.. prescription ones..i'm so bad...
maybe my mother is right.. i do have my father's sense of humor. black humor. except i know for sure i'm no where near as corny as he is.
his favorite joke.. well he's got lots.. but he's always told: what's the difference between a porcupine and school bus?
on a porcupine the pricks are on the outside... :)
that's what we called a "dad joke" when we went to my cousin's wedding lunch. she got knocked up.. and that was no accident, b/c she wanted it. i had this discussion with her, and she had told me, before this "accident" occurred that if she were ever to get pregnant, she'd keep it. i mean it certainly didn't go over well with the family, but what can you do. all you heard was, "oh that poor child.. but she's 24.. and at least she has her degree.."
but she's happy.. and i guess that's what matters. she's got a nice hubby.. he treats her right and all, but definitely not a looker. let's just hope the baby looks like her.
she's getting a baby shower this friday.. i spent all night wrapping 60 candles we got to give away as party favors. i don't even know how we're going to fit so many people in my back yard.. it's not that very big. let alone my house, b/c we've got relatives coming near and far to stay with us.
convert this place into a bed a breakfast. my mother doesn't know how much money she's missing out on. i already explained that to her with her baking, but she's still not convinced about the big bucks she'd make with baking her cakes. she doesn't think that can happen.
let's just hope that white trash step mother, my cousin's hubby has, will eat the cake. she made a big stink about what kind of cake it was. ew.. she's so gross.. and weird. if ever strike a conversation with her, make sure you don't look her in the eyes, otherwise there's no way out. can't get her to shut up. i think people forget that when you marry, you get the WHOLE package. and that doesn't necessarily include the person you married. :)
i certainly went off tangent.. from grandma, to my humor, to dad, to cousin, and cakes, and family. dysfunctional.. just like every american family.. sweet.
03:00:33 - 2000-07-12
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