I understand that I’m the “black sheep” of my immediate family. I’ve always been that way. I was the typical kid growing up. I always wanted to hang out with my friends than my family. I was independent. Never really asking for anything. Never involved my parents or sister in my personal life. Maybe that’s why my relationship with my family is the way it is now.
My sister was always the one that would help my parents solve problems, always there for them, always talking to them. Just always there for them. I mean she’s the older one. It was her role. I on the other hand just did what I had to do without putting so much effort. Don’t get me wrong I love my parents and my sister but like I said I was the typical teen going against the world, and the only people who understood me were my friends.
So yesterday sister was calling me and complaining about certain things that my parents were doing. So she calls me after my parents leave her house complaining how they took her house phone. And she said “I mean how dumb can you be to take a house phone home?” I responded by telling her that she didn’t need to be mean about it. I mean c’mon she’s basically saying my parents are dumb. So I just stayed quiet for the most part of our semi conversation. Then a few mins later she texts me telling me that the phone was in my dad’s back pocket. Then I reply. “ok. But it was a simple mistake, don’t call them dumb”. After that she just started getting so upset with me. Telling me I needed to get off my high horse, that my parents don’t respect me as much as they do her, and that I talk like I’m so smart. Apparently she was just waiting for the right time to express the way she really feels. Soooooo I’m confused. When did things turn? When did she decide to turns things around on me? What did I say that made her so pissed off? Hmmm I’d love to know. And for her to tell me that she’s been waiting for the right time to tell me her “true” feelings; ummmmm does she have some pent up feelings?! I’m so lost. When did my sister start hating me? After all the text arguing we did the last thing she said was she wasnt going to call or text me anymore. And the last thing I said was ” well have a good life the “. Yiikkess! That didn’t end too well.
“tell you one lesson i learned; if you want to meet something in life, you ain’t gonna get it unless you give a little bit of sacrifice… sometimes you before you smile you got to cry; you need a heart that’s filled with music, if you use it you can fly…”—the roots
there are 24 hours in a day, yet i don’t have any mintues to spare for some quality ‘me’ time. basically me time is when i use the bathroom, but sometimes marley goes in there with me since i’m trying to show her what pee pee means… i just want to sit here and do absolutely NOTHING.
when did going to a show/concert become a fashion show? i went to yet another atmosphere show last night, and i swear each time i go to one girls are getting crazier and crazier with their fits. who wears heels to an underground hip hop show? dang, i need to get on the fashion. ha!
that’s how many days i’ve been alive. yesterday marked my 26th birthday. 26 doesn’t feel too different from 25, as of yet anyway. the only difference is, i’m closer to 30. wow i’m closer to 30 than 20! oh how time flies. i can still remember the good old days when all i had to worry about was school work, boys and my social status at school. I didn’t wanna be too much of a school girl to be considered a nerd, but i didn’t want to be too damn cool either. but 26 is cool, i think i have something to show for my age. i’m married, i have 2 kids, a house of my own, and i’ve managed to manage my hectic life. although, i do admit that sometimes i wished i had the freedom to be able to travel, hang out with my friends and just be a little bit more carefee ( or should i say… careless ), i still love where i’m at today. so with this said, i had the best 26th birthday ever!
i’ll blog about my bday celebration later… till then…
I have an OCD father in law that I’m absolutely scared of. I guess he just doesn’t give off the “friendly welcoming be-100%-comfortable-living-here” vibe.
So here’s the situation. I left my egg boiling just a little too long and it exploded. He sure came to the kitchen almost the same time as me, and I was closer. I looked at his face and he didn’t look too happy at all. I said sorry and immediately started cleaning leaving no sign of the egg explosion whatsoever. You wouldn’t even notice except for the lingering smell of burnt food. [Stupid kitchen fan it didn’t help one bit.]
Now I’m here writing this post using my phone because I dont want to show face. But I can hear his footsteps. I’m wondering if he’s inspecting the kitchen. Doing some CSI work to see where I might have left traces of evidence. Well you can’t find any! I even cleaned the pot and put it back in it’s place. Lol worried much?
But just to clarify, he’s a nice man. He doesn’t yell at me or anything, but I know he just wants things done a certain way. That’s why I never do things unless someone else is around. I go out of my way to not get in his way.
Whoa maybe I’m more scared of him than I actually thought. Yiikkess