I'm going to go visit my grandmother soon. I wanted to thank everyone for the notes and comments you left. The hardest part is that she never seems sick. She's so bitchy and sarcastic and funny that it's easy to forget that she's got health problems. She cleans the house every day and cooks and makes Donna Reed look like a lazy slob. Even in her "old age" (although she insists she's more of a spring chicken than I am - and she's right, in a way). She's so... lively, for lack of a better word, that it seems impossible. I don't think I'd take it that hard if it was my mother's mom (she's got cancer and about 80 other problems and can barely walk so it wouldn't be a surprise is what I mean) and I couldn't care less about my mom's father. (Which is horrible to say but he's a horrible man, sadly.) I suppose it would hurt if it was my father's dad because he is quite active too. He still works every day by choice, just because he won't (in his words) "cop out and sit on [his] ass all day" - ahem.
But my grandmother is just... her. She always does everything and never complains. Okay, that's false. She complains a lot but never about the things she has to do. She's more likely to complain that her granddaughter-in-law is a nosey bitch, or something to that effect. My mom talked to her on the phone last night and she said, "Veronica called and told me you were in here." My grandmother's response was "Oh Jesus, what did she read about it in the [city I live in] Daily?" Heehee. I guess she's doing okay. She doesn't like Veronica (my cousin's wife) in case you're curious. Anyway.
So I guess she's doing okay. As soon as Kent gets home from work (5:15 or so) I'm taking off to go see her. I have to pick my mother up on the way and I didn't want to take Riley in because he tends to get bored easily lately. I suppose it's a toddler thing but I really don't want him pushing the buttons on her bed or whatever. So he's staying home with Daddy tonight.
It really sucks because Kent has to work at 2am tomorrow so he'll be in bed when I get home. I haven't seen him for more than 25 minutes in the past 2 days (put together, pretty much) and for 10 of those we were arguing!!
My SIL (the evil one who seems to actually be nice once you scratch off her nasty exterior) has been here all day. She doesn't have a washer (I'm being used maybe? oh well) and I'm letting her use mine today. I really don't know how to say no but I'll live. I guess. Anyway, her laundry is drying right now and she's gone to pick up B#2 (her husband) from work. Then they're coming back here. Kent is going to be P-I-S-S-E-D if they're still here when he gets home. Funny, it's his brother and yet I'm the one who always has to see them & talk to them. Gah.
If you ever see an ad like "Peacekeeper Wanted" in the paper - ignore it. That job sucks major ass.
Also. My next door neighbor (the one with the boyfriend who pees in my backyard at midnight, fine fine it only happened once but anyway) had her phone disconnected. She actually had the fucking nuts to come over here and ask to use my phone. And of course, because I'm a fucking wuss when confronted unexpectedly, I said "Ummm... uh. Okay." Stupid stupid Jenn. It had better not keep happening. I'm just afraid if I say "No" then they'll start egging the house or something. They're that classy.
Right, so she makes her call and she's like, "Dammit, it's busy." Then she asked if she could come back in a few minutes to try again and my insides screamed "Nooooooooooooooooooo bitch!" but then I found my mouth forming the words, "Yeah, uh, okay I guess." Stupid stupid stupid Jenn. Then, as she gets to the door (she actually walked all the way in my kitchen and everything without being invited - gah!) she turns around and says, "Actually, do you think you could just call them back and then let me know. I'll be back in like 5 minutes." I said yes because I'd rather call the store (oh yeah, she wanted to ask a store something) and be able to tell her through the screen door than have her come back inside again.
Why do I let people do this to me? Sheesh. If people do things like this, I'm a doormat. If someone were to insult my son or something though, they'd be leaving with an asshole in just about every body part they can see... and then some. I don't really care if people like me. I just don't want them to hate me AND know where I live. You know? :)
2:53 pm - 19 October 2005
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