Saturday Morning--

Well, I am on the phone with my mom. She is imparting the local gossip about my aunt and uncle (the selfish, greedy aunt and the opinionated, republican homophobe, anti-intellectual uncle. Apparently they are traveling to Alaska with their pick-up and trailer despite the fact that J's doctor just told him his heart is 70% blocked. L MUST GO! She wants to SEE EVERYTHING. She apparently also wouldn't mind seeing her husband drop dead, miles from anywhere. If he were to die, she would be absolutely helpless--AND she would go through every penny (and there are plenty of them) that he has put away.

J is a work a-holic. L has barely worked a day in her life.

She has devoted her entire life to pleasure--her own pleasure, that is. I have never met another person who is so totally self-absorbed and selfish.

Mom says that they are annoyed with their grandchildren because they went over to their son's house and the kids just went about their business and ignored them. Well, duh. They've been ignoring the kids forever. Why would the kids suddenly want to hang out with these strangers?

They want the kids to jump into their arms when THEY want. Well, that isn't the way it works with kids.

Ah, well.

I try to avoid these people.

All we do is piss each other off.

Mom has to go over to my brother's house to watch his kids while K (my sister-in-law) takes the two cats in for their leukemia shots. Those little squirts LOVE their grandma. It is so funny to me because mom gets just furious if my brother even SCOLDS my nephew. When we were that age, she was raising welts a 1/2" high on our backs and legs with willow switches. heheheeh

It's always different when it's your grandchild. heheheh.

Of course, she has grown and changed a lot over the course of time.

What's funny is that she has rewritten history so that our family life was idyllic.

heheheh

She doesn't remember the past--at least not the way it really was.

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Well, I have to get my arse in gear.

I have to do laundry and I HAVE to take a bath. I feel disgustingly dirty.

I knocked over the wastebasket in my bedroom last night in the darkness as I was heading to the bathroom, so I have to clean up the scattered crap that's now all over the floor--and I HAVE to do laundry.

And wash dishes.

And fill my car up with gas

And eat something

And take my meds

And all before I head to my mothers....which I really don't especially want to do, but...I haven't been there for weeks, and it is her birthday next week. So....my sense of duty propels me onward.

Also, I do love her. She is my mom, after all.

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Oh, one more bit:

News from school--

Blair (science teacher) and Jodi had their baby--a little girl--Ayla Mary--7 lbs, 7 oz.

Steve (special ed assistant) got bad news on his dad, who has been battling leukemia for 2 years. The doctors say he has WEEKS--not months. It's sad. Steve and his dad are so close.

When he told me, he cried. I hugged him and he kissed my cheek and said he didn't know if he could go through this without his friends at R.O.C.--especially me. I love my Stevie. Such a sweet boy.

I have to try hard to shove my own crap aside and make lots and lots of time for Steve. He's got so much on his plate right now.

sigh.

NOW, I have to go and take a bath. I stink.

Yuck