Just a Typical Day

Well as you can see from the title of my entry today was a pretty normal day. I got up around 10:30, got myself and Isabel ready and went out with my sister Brooke and our Grandmother June. Really the only thing that was strange about today is the fact that me and my grandmother got into an argument in the car on the way to town. You see my grandmother is something of a snob, you know the kind, nice car...perfect hair....brand name clothes that always match, with a handbag bought especially to go with the outfit...only socializes with upper class and won't buy anything unless it's the in thing to buy. My sister and myself however are a bit on the wild side, she is an emo punk and when I could afford the clothing I dressed as a goth...we're friends with people covered in tattoos and piercings, love heavy metal and fight for Gay Rights, animal rights, religious rights etc. at ALL times. Well Brooklyn got to telling me about one of her friends from school, apparently he has a bunch of piercings and tats along with pink streaks in her hair etc etc...but before Brook could tell me what she wanted to say GJ (GJ is short for Grandma June) went off on her. According to GJ Brooklyn and I were always going to be losers until we stopped hanging out with and being "weirdos" and that she was sick of us being so immature as to accept people "like that" as normal. Well I had heard enough, it was obviously hurting Brooks feelings and to be honest it didn't make me feel to good either! So long story short I made it clear that, just because she was "above" accepting people of different beliefs and appearances didn't mean that we couldn't like people like that and she needed to leave us be about it. I then told her that after I have this baby I too plan on getting a few piercings and tattoos myself, at which time GJ tried to blackmail me by telling me that if I went through with my plan she would withdraw all her help. I told her that if that was what she felt like she had to do then she should do it but that she wasn't going to hold her money over my head as though that was all I cared about in the world. Anyway after that interesting conversation we went and had lunch at Applebees...Isabel had an absolute blast. We got her a little bowl of applesauce so she ate that while at the same time trying her best to turn every which way in her high chair to see everything and anything that crossed her path. Thankfully things by that time had calmed back down and we were able to chat amiably through lunch.

After we ate we then headed over to Wal-Mart to pick up a few things that my sad excuse of a father needed along with some groceries so that I could make a thanksgiving dinner. That was a big hulabaloo because instead of being an aisle shopper my grandmother is a list shopper. Which means that despite the fact that an item might be on the other side of the store, if its whats next on her list that is the item we're after. We ran from one side of the store to the other for over an hour until finally my feet were so swollen I couldn't stand it anymore and begged mercy. Don't get me wrong I enjoyed the time with my family, and Isabel was simply beside herself but it was just time to go home, so home we came.

Once here we unloaded the car, said our goodbyes and I got to sit down for a few minutes. I then got back up and headed over to momma's to take her some chicken noodle soup because apparently she has a stomach virus or something. After visiting her I then went to check on my father....for some sick reason no matter how sad and horrible my father is I still find myself interested in his well being. The attachment children have to their parents regardless of character is sickening sometimes. We talked for a while and then FINALLY I was able to come home, thinking that for once I was going to be able to get off my feet. But of course what you want is often times not what you get. The minute I got out of the car my neighbor called me from across the way wanting me to come down and talk to him. So I once again left home and headed over to see what in the world the man wanted....low and behold he wanted me to take his wife to the store. I hate it about myself most of the time but I can't say no so I took her to the store, she gave me some gas money then I came home and I'll be damned if I'm leaving again. In fact I think I'm going to bed..talk later I'm outtie! Caio and Blessed Be!