Something disturbing happened to me yesterday. My grandmother just recently signed up for Facebook. I wrote on her wall telling her that I was glad she had signed up and that I missed and loved her. She responded to it by saying she was 84 years old and was unsure as to who I was.
????????
Sure, I got married in August and now my last name differs from my maiden but she only has ONE grand-daughter named Laura! Let alone great grand-daughter's which she now has several and may I add almost all of them out of wedlock? You might be asking yourself if she's senile? No. Alzheimer's? Not a chance.
You see there is some very petty family feuding going on right now and in an effort to stick it to my dad, her own son (who never did or has done anything to hurt her emotionally), she's being completely rude to me and I didn't do anything!
Ladies and gentlemen, this is my (extended) family. Gee aren't I lucky??
Why do people have to start being assholes around Thanksgiving? I think this a life mystery no one will ever solve.
Speaking of Thanksgiving, I am a bonefide wife which means, somehow, I've developed cooking (mad) skillz. I'm bringing this yummy sounding cod salad, rolls, and lemon cookies that are the bomb. The whole family loves them. Hopefully it will be stress free-ish.
Listen to Sleigh Bells. This band is the tits.
1 comment:
the tits?! I think i may start using this! hahaha!
and you know, since i was 14-15 years old, grandma hasn't given a shit about me. so, i consider it lucky that this "grandmother" who can't even remember my sister is no longer a part of my life. no big loss if you ask me.
you aren't a druggy who has tons of chilren out of wedlock and super duper needy with your oh so enabling grandmother.
darn. sad i missed out on that lifestyle.
but hey, i love you.
super stoked about your food bringage to thanksgiving.
the end.
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