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My mother is less than pleased with my grandmother, my sister, and me. She's being very passive aggressive to us over the cars. Which is dumb, because she knew we were getting them. (Have I mentioned my sister's car? It's some kinda sports car, she nearly bounced into orbit when she saw it. I think it's fugly, but apparently a spoiler and two doors makes it awesome. Or something. Whatev, it's still going to be MY minivan she has to take when she goes back to school in the fall.)
My sister hasn't gone home since Mom and Ed came back from their whirlwind east coast tour. She and my mother argue pretty much non-stop when they're together, they always have, so with me over at my grandmother's 24/7 she's left with no one to stop her from getting into screaming matches.
But my mother is still insistent that she come home. She actually pulled a "They are my children, I am still their mother *whinewhine*" with my grandmother. And it's funny, 'cause it's true, but still doesn't mean that we have to fall into lockstep whenever she wants us to. Aren't most parents HAPPY when their children hit adulthood? Mine just gets more and more shrill. I think she's really feeling the loss of the control she used to have over our lives, and it's making her flip out. It'd be funny if she wasn't trying to guilt my grandmother over it.
Anyway, I expect A Family Discussion tomorrow when my mom comes over for work. I've been coaching my sister most of the evening. I figured out a LONG time ago that my mother looks at arguments with us as a win or lose situation, and if I can control myself long enough to say that I'm not going to play the game I can make her turn a glorious shade of puce. I mean, she gets fucking LIVID. Even if I don't get the last word, I still get SATISFACTION.
I'm totally my mother, v2.
Anyway, I ended up scheduling my driving test tomorrow. I have yet to decide which car I'm taking, since I've just been using whichever car is closest to the street to drive in (this generally excludes my van by default, since I have to park it way in the back or I can't get it out of the driveway again).
I wanted to take it this weekend, but the Parma testing center only does testing one day a week, which is retarded. I could have waited until next week, but I figure this one will be a good practice run, and there's a small chance that I can pass and be done with it.
Plus, if I do pass, I'm BUYING MY VIDEO CARD. I want it so bad. I dream of WoW, it's sad and disgusting. I have read almost the entire WoW wiki. I miss my Tauren druid something awful. Mostly I just want to chase things down in bear form and maul the crap out of them.
SO SAD.
I went with my sister to get her birth control shot today. This is only mentioned because she asked me to go into the doctor's office with her and I ended up learning way more about her sex life than I ever wanted to know. They made her take a pregnancy test too. And we had a rousing debate over which testing method is grosser/more dangerous, urine or blood. We eventually decided that either way, neither of us was ever going to be a nurse 'cause fresh-from-the-body fluids are a bit ick.
And I need to buy a bathing suit. Ugh. Not looking forward to that because, given my size, I end up looking either matronly or slutty. Inevitably I have to get a two piece because any suit that fits my hips won't fit my breasts and vice versa, so I have to mix and match.
The last suit I got was a two piece. Navy blue bathing tank and shorts. *cough* But my self-esteem was much lower then, thanks to being fairly fresh from surgery and having several scars covering my stomach. But, eh, at this point I just want to find something that'll let me get a mostly even tan. I'm tired of being green.
My sister hasn't gone home since Mom and Ed came back from their whirlwind east coast tour. She and my mother argue pretty much non-stop when they're together, they always have, so with me over at my grandmother's 24/7 she's left with no one to stop her from getting into screaming matches.
But my mother is still insistent that she come home. She actually pulled a "They are my children, I am still their mother *whinewhine*" with my grandmother. And it's funny, 'cause it's true, but still doesn't mean that we have to fall into lockstep whenever she wants us to. Aren't most parents HAPPY when their children hit adulthood? Mine just gets more and more shrill. I think she's really feeling the loss of the control she used to have over our lives, and it's making her flip out. It'd be funny if she wasn't trying to guilt my grandmother over it.
Anyway, I expect A Family Discussion tomorrow when my mom comes over for work. I've been coaching my sister most of the evening. I figured out a LONG time ago that my mother looks at arguments with us as a win or lose situation, and if I can control myself long enough to say that I'm not going to play the game I can make her turn a glorious shade of puce. I mean, she gets fucking LIVID. Even if I don't get the last word, I still get SATISFACTION.
I'm totally my mother, v2.
Anyway, I ended up scheduling my driving test tomorrow. I have yet to decide which car I'm taking, since I've just been using whichever car is closest to the street to drive in (this generally excludes my van by default, since I have to park it way in the back or I can't get it out of the driveway again).
I wanted to take it this weekend, but the Parma testing center only does testing one day a week, which is retarded. I could have waited until next week, but I figure this one will be a good practice run, and there's a small chance that I can pass and be done with it.
Plus, if I do pass, I'm BUYING MY VIDEO CARD. I want it so bad. I dream of WoW, it's sad and disgusting. I have read almost the entire WoW wiki. I miss my Tauren druid something awful. Mostly I just want to chase things down in bear form and maul the crap out of them.
SO SAD.
I went with my sister to get her birth control shot today. This is only mentioned because she asked me to go into the doctor's office with her and I ended up learning way more about her sex life than I ever wanted to know. They made her take a pregnancy test too. And we had a rousing debate over which testing method is grosser/more dangerous, urine or blood. We eventually decided that either way, neither of us was ever going to be a nurse 'cause fresh-from-the-body fluids are a bit ick.
And I need to buy a bathing suit. Ugh. Not looking forward to that because, given my size, I end up looking either matronly or slutty. Inevitably I have to get a two piece because any suit that fits my hips won't fit my breasts and vice versa, so I have to mix and match.
The last suit I got was a two piece. Navy blue bathing tank and shorts. *cough* But my self-esteem was much lower then, thanks to being fairly fresh from surgery and having several scars covering my stomach. But, eh, at this point I just want to find something that'll let me get a mostly even tan. I'm tired of being green.