My parents are leaving for a New England/Canadian cruise tonight and I have to teenage brother/dog sit at my parents for over a week. I am OK with that for the most part. I don’t like to alter my routine but I am bringing everything from home that I use on a daily basis...except Jordan...but he will have to bring himself over from time to time. My poor Mom rarely gets sick and she discovered in the middle of the night last night that she has a stomach bug of sorts and feels bad. I hope you feel better Mom so you can enjoy your vacation...YOU DESERVE IT! Also, they have to drive to Atlanta tonight where apparently they are assembling the next ark at the Six Flags. Hopefully, their VERY PLANNED trip will go without a hitch.
I was thinking the other day about how in just a couple of years (2012) my brother will graduate high school, it will be my 10 year high school anniversary, my parents 30th wedding anniversary, my parents will BOTH turn 50 and I will have been at my current job for 5 years. I mean...wow...that’s a busy year and it also means that I, and more so my parents, are getting very...”seasoned.” I guess that’s all part of life...hopefully there will be a man for me in that little 2 year plan I just worked up.
I am not sure if you know this or not but I have some mild anger management “shortcomings” and from time to time I have found myself in what you might consider a “verbal confrontation.” I have had a few instances where my mouth has gotten me into trouble. I tend to say what I think and while I would most likely lose in a physical fight, that doesn’t stop me from screaming at people. I say all that to present this question...why is it that when you are even the slightest bit overweight, the first thing out of a person’s mouth to retaliate is ”Fat Bitch!” I mean surely there are cleverer things to say to someone. Pointing out something that shouldn’t come as a shock doesn’t seem to be the most efficient arguing mechanism. It’s never a creative variation of the phrase either. If you are going to call me fat, at least give me a fresh perspective on the matter instead of the same thing I have always heard. Even the idiots I went to high school with were a little more inventive than that. When I argue, I generally have points and sub-points as to why that person should be punched in the throat. Perhaps the people that have called me fat in anger are so stunned by my wit and spectacular ability to be right that “Fat Bitch!” is all they can come up with. I’m not sure but just so everyone knows...that no longer bothers me. OK, I’m fat and I think my own mother has uttered the “B” word my way before...even if it was under her breath. Insult my intelligence or abilities...that’ll get me worked up.
OK-Again, I hope my parents have a GREAT time and I will try to keep my brothers hormones and homework in tact while you are gone. Eat enough lobster, steak and dessert for me and clearly, bring me back a souvenir.