02.21.2003 - 9:55 am
About 10 minutes ago, I blinked open my lovely brown bloodshot eyes to the sound of my cellphone ringing.
To the point, I don't really know if my eyes are bloodshot but it sounds like a fairly accurate description, counting the way it felt like sandpaper was attached to the underside of my eyelids.
I stumbled for the phone...or rolled around for it on my bed, I guess. "Hello?" I mumbled.
"Hey Mandy!" chirps my mother.
Oh good. Even here, she's waking my ass up early. You see, at home, I suffer from the Insane Mother Complex. This means that I cannot A) go to the bathroom in the middle of the night or B) to the kitchen in the middle of the night or C) go anywhere within the house anytime of the day or night without the fear of my mother springing around a corner with a 'Boo!' and a crazy laugh.
Anyhow, I said hello back and she asks, "Did I wake you up?"
"Yeah. But it's ok." Because it was 20 minutes before my alarm would go off anyhow.
Waa, hayai desu ne!
Aha, look at me, breaking out the mad Japanese 101 skills. Mwah.
So my mother proceeds to give me a mission - find a dermetologist for my niece who's graduating from 8th grade sometime in May. She has this huge whoopin' sheebang of a gown but spots all over her body and she wants them gone before the graduation.
Yes, yes, I can try to find one up here with an open appointment sometime before next year.
And then, an update on the latest home fiasco.
For those of you just tuning into this diary, here's the skivy: my brother is a block of shit. He's not always been like this, I'm fairly sure. But he has a new wife now and his new wife is seemingly jealous of all social interaction between him and other females.
Well, maybe not exactly that. I believe she has a huge tumor of dislike for my mother due to the fact that my mother and brother are so close...and the fact that my mother, for the life of her, cannot treat all the children (his new wife's two kids included) the same.
Now my mother doesn't treat them bad. She just doesn't love and hug and kiss on my brother's wife's kids. Which makes sense to me, frankly. The little one is a brat who enjoys asking and speaking of everything in a whining tone, the sort of whining tone that makes me want to slam him head-first into an open brick wall.
So everytime my mother calls or when I see her, I have an update on the latest fiasco announcement. Last time it was the fact that my brother refused to let her see the boy's. The time before that it was because he came down to the house one evening and, quite literally, screamed in her face.
I keep teasingly threatening to stop coming around if everyone doesn't perk the hell up and get a general godamn sense of family. Then again, my family has never been a wholly sane one so..anyhow, back to the point.
This time it involved by niece, my ex-sister-in-law and my niece's father and her stepmother. The stepmother keeps deducting personal things, like the money Kelley's father gives her now and then and anything the chip into (clothes and such), out of her child support. Which, as you all know, it shouldn't work that way. So now my ex-SIL is going in to make this child support thing legal and deducted from the father's paycheck.
Aie, it's all so insane. I'm telling you, family is truely beginning to look like more of a hastle than a good thing. Particularly if your a bordering white-trash family like us. Then again, I can't decide the criteria for a white trash clan so it's all my speculation.
Ja! I must away to the shower now.
