Tearing Up the Oxygen

I have been neglectful to the blog - actually re-discovering the web and working my fine ass off.

What else?

Got a great package from Merge - new Camera Obscura (I got the single and the album because I need to own things that say 'Lloyd, I'm Ready to be Heartbroken'). A Superchunk DVD and buttons and posters. So indie cool.

Hmmmm...

I'm reading a lot. I just broke out the LeCarre again. I felt the need for some George Smiley. It's just so good. Kinda like reading Fitzgerald.

Went to 2 shows this weekend. The sis has decided to re-insert herself into the family life. This should be interesting. Turns out my INSANE (she's been institutionalized - that kind of crazy) cousin is coming to stay with the mom & dad for a couple of days. My sister is trying to run interference. I swear she asked me why the crazy person doesn't want to talk to me.

I told my sister it's because my cousin hates me. I'm perfectly OK being hated by a crazy person. Sometimes I think it's a good thing to be disliked by the mentally ill. I dont' like that my cousin has spent all of our relationship comparing us. She's likes my mom & grandma a lot. I'm like that wacky family member that makes people laugh. I don't do the 'right thing' all the time but i'm not hated. It causes some fun rivalries. My cousin thinks that she was wronged somehow by not living near my Grandma. I am still trying to understand how this was my fault. When she was finally diagnosed 'crazy' my mom had to call me and we broke out laughing hysterically. I've said it for years. The girl is bonkers. Then again, my Grandmother totally enables her. I have a dream that they will live together in their delusion.

So my Mom knows that I'm not going to approve of this visit. She snuck it through through the sis. So my sister is trying to tell me that my Mom is in great shape, yadda yadda yadda. I'm kinda like - back off bitch. Who the hell are you? Where have you been?

My cousin is mentally ill. She is mentally ill with small children under the age of 6. She is hitching a ride to Chicago with someone from her AA group. My mom has agreed to room them for 3 days. I swear to god my dad will show up on my doorstep one night this week. Ha. Small children. Hee. What a horrible idea this is. My sister wants me to stay away. I want to see this. And frankly I've driven my Grandma to puppy class for 7 weeks now and I'll see that dog graduate. Dammit. I just don't think my Mom is going to be up for a big excursion on Sunday. It might be a bit much.

I have to remember not to talk to my sister. Why is she so mean? I don't know - it's funny. Her and her boy have decided to take over Father's Day. Whatever. I found the perfect gift and she didn't. So there. That's why I'm cooler.

No, I'm not. But I'm just not the piece of shit she makes me feel like I am.

So there.