Not too long ago (when she was here), my Aunt (AKA BBB) left a link to Ustream on my Mum's Facebook. Well, when we clicked on it, it sent us to a live feed of an owl box, one with a mom (Molly), a dad (McGee), and four babies (Max, Pattison, Austin and Wesley). At the time, the babies were only wee little fellows, and they just sat around and bobbed their heads at the camera. Which for some reason was very endearing, and we just couldn't stop watching it. I mean, really. All we did was sit there by the computer together, and watch the owls sit there and do nothing. And it was during the day, so they really were just sitting there doing nothing (we even sat for at least five minutes waiting for one of them to cough up a seed). Now, I don't know about you, but don't ya think that would just be a big, boring waste of valuable time? You would think, wouldn't you? Well no, apparently people all over the world also like to sit around and watch owls do nothing as well. In fact, I have Ustream up in a tab now, and they are once again sitting around doing nothing but bob their cute little heads at the camera, and all the regulars are still watching. Granted, they're starting to get their feathers, and they're actually looking like owls now, and that's pretty neat to see, but really. It shouldn't be so damn interesting. It's like they're brain washing us, or something. You know, now that I think about it, it's kind of like those shows, or commercials, etc. that you really don't want to watch because it's really boring and really stupid, but you continue to sit there and watch it anyway. It melts your brain in a way that renders you immobile, and you just sit there staring at the TV and/or computer screen with a blank or disgusted look on your face. And there's nothing you can do about it, either! Even if someone comes in the room saying something like, "why are you watching that crap?", you still sit there and continue to watch. And do you know why you still sit there watching the brain melting program? Because the person who came to rescue you with the witty comment gets sucked in as well, rendering them useless in the "rescuing" department. In fact, a while back my mum and I got sucked into one of the Nothing shows (that's what I'll call them, 'cause they melt your brain until the only thoughts left are Nothing). My mum was flipping through the channels, and she happened to stop on the Hannah Montana show, and for some reason, we just could not stop watching it, no matter how much our brain tried to tell us that we really didn't like it. And one time, we sat for two hours or however long watching the movie Shark Boy and Lava Girl, which was even more stupid than Hannah Montana.
(Funny thing is, that was before the Twilight phenomenon, when the guy who plays Jacob was still dorky Shark Boy. And now girls everywhere think he's hot. Funny, huh?)
Ooh, or how about those commercials for Baskin-Robins? You know, the ones with all the ice cream cakes and the little dinosaurs and the super annoying jingle that just goes, "ice cream and cake, ice cream and cake, ICE CREAM AND CAKE, ICE CREAM AND CAKE, ICE CREAM AND CAKE!!!!!!!!!!" the whole bloody time (or something along those lines, I don't remember exactly how it goes, I just know it says ice cream and cake over and over)?? Yeah, that's a Nothing commercial, and it shares-the-joy at the same time. It's a two-fer. But not a win-win, that's for bloody-well sure.
It's almost like these people are all trying to brain wash us so we are oblivious to the happenings around us. So we don't stand and rise against them when they try to TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!
(Come on, you had to know that one was coming.)
So anyway, do you have a Nothing show and/or commercial that sucks you in? Just curious. You know, 'cause I want to start cataloging which shows and commercials (or even songs and movies, for that matter) are Nothings, that way when they all try to take over the world, I'll have a list of Nothings that I know not to watch.
Or, I'm just being paranoid and in reality I just want to know so I either don't get stuck in it myself, or so I can use it against you when you least expect it, and then I can TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!
Just kidding. ...Sort of...
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. I really do like to sit here and ramble on and on about Nothing. I should do it more often again.
The Rampant Ramblings of a Mad Author
Monday, April 26, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Doctor Who. No, really, doctor who? What the heck is your name, damn it!!! No one's name is actually The Doctor, and you know it. So what is it!
Okay, so this is a bit belated (in two different instances), but the new Doctor Who season premiered this last Saturday, and I wanted to talk about it a bit.
Now, I'm not sure if I have blogged about this yet, but you should know (even if this is a refresher and nothing more), that when I heard about David Tennant (the last actor to play as The Doctor) leaving Doctor Who, I nearly had a serious tizzy-fit. It was bad. I mean, they say that everybody's first Doctor is always their favorite, and they're not kidding. The very first time I watched Doctor Who, it was the Titanic episode in God-only-knows-what-season, with David as the Doctor. I fell in love with the series then and there, and went back and watched every episode from the beginning, when Christopher Eccleston was The Doctor still. He only stayed on for the first season, and then came David Tennant again, and he remained my favorite despite all the time I watched Christopher. So when David regenerated into the new Doctor (Matt Smith), I was sure that Doctor Who would never ever be the same for me again, no matter what the next season was like. But as I watched the new Doctor in the season premier this Saturday, I found myself chewing my own words. I couldn't believe myself, that I liked this new guy almost just as much (emphasis on the almost) as Christopher and David!!! And his new companion, too! Amy Pond is like a strong mix of all the past companions, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, and Donna Noble, all of which had their own fiery personalities. She's a lot of fun: She's Scottish, she's redheaded (and therefore even more fiery), she tells it how it is, and she doesn't let The Doctor push her around. That's for sure. All-in-all, I really think I'll be enjoying this new season of Doctor Who, despite my favorite Doctor regenerating. Which is a huge shock to me.
I guess what I've learned here, is that if I really like a series, I should trust the creators to keep it just as good throughout, and stop having tizzy-fits when they make a big change that turns out to be okay in the end.
...Or...I can have another tizzy-fit when they change something again. Yep, that works for me.
In other news...A slightly belated Birthday shout-out to BBB!!! Luvs, and Happy Birthday!!!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. To the TV peoples: Just because I can get used to having a new Doctor, don't go and think I'll forgive you for ending House! Because I will never forgive that, no matter how awesome the finale is!!! So there.
Now, I'm not sure if I have blogged about this yet, but you should know (even if this is a refresher and nothing more), that when I heard about David Tennant (the last actor to play as The Doctor) leaving Doctor Who, I nearly had a serious tizzy-fit. It was bad. I mean, they say that everybody's first Doctor is always their favorite, and they're not kidding. The very first time I watched Doctor Who, it was the Titanic episode in God-only-knows-what-season, with David as the Doctor. I fell in love with the series then and there, and went back and watched every episode from the beginning, when Christopher Eccleston was The Doctor still. He only stayed on for the first season, and then came David Tennant again, and he remained my favorite despite all the time I watched Christopher. So when David regenerated into the new Doctor (Matt Smith), I was sure that Doctor Who would never ever be the same for me again, no matter what the next season was like. But as I watched the new Doctor in the season premier this Saturday, I found myself chewing my own words. I couldn't believe myself, that I liked this new guy almost just as much (emphasis on the almost) as Christopher and David!!! And his new companion, too! Amy Pond is like a strong mix of all the past companions, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, and Donna Noble, all of which had their own fiery personalities. She's a lot of fun: She's Scottish, she's redheaded (and therefore even more fiery), she tells it how it is, and she doesn't let The Doctor push her around. That's for sure. All-in-all, I really think I'll be enjoying this new season of Doctor Who, despite my favorite Doctor regenerating. Which is a huge shock to me.
I guess what I've learned here, is that if I really like a series, I should trust the creators to keep it just as good throughout, and stop having tizzy-fits when they make a big change that turns out to be okay in the end.
...Or...I can have another tizzy-fit when they change something again. Yep, that works for me.
In other news...A slightly belated Birthday shout-out to BBB!!! Luvs, and Happy Birthday!!!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. To the TV peoples: Just because I can get used to having a new Doctor, don't go and think I'll forgive you for ending House! Because I will never forgive that, no matter how awesome the finale is!!! So there.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Amazing guitar prodigy
This kid is amazing. I found him a few years ago by accident, using my brothers computer at the time, and since then had forgotten about him. Until the other night, that is, when my mum showed me a video of some kid playing the guitar. Then I remembered when I found this kid that time, and I had to share this with you all. So check it out: This prodigy will truly amaze you, I guarantee it!
Doesn't this kid amaze you? I don't know, something about a child his size and age playing more beautifully than a grown man just gets me. Gives me goose bumps, that's what it does! I can't help it. I truly do love some good music, no matter who plays it.
So anyway, remembering this kid after, like, three years has me runnin' curious: What's your favorite song, band, singer, or orchestra (etc.)? There are so many different types of music, and so many people in this world who each like a different type than the last person, so it got me all curiosity-killed-the-cat (but satisfaction brought him back!) and stuff. So go ahead and leave a comment, and let me know what kind of music you like! Heck, you can even send me a link to a video of said music that you like!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
Doesn't this kid amaze you? I don't know, something about a child his size and age playing more beautifully than a grown man just gets me. Gives me goose bumps, that's what it does! I can't help it. I truly do love some good music, no matter who plays it.
So anyway, remembering this kid after, like, three years has me runnin' curious: What's your favorite song, band, singer, or orchestra (etc.)? There are so many different types of music, and so many people in this world who each like a different type than the last person, so it got me all curiosity-killed-the-cat (but satisfaction brought him back!) and stuff. So go ahead and leave a comment, and let me know what kind of music you like! Heck, you can even send me a link to a video of said music that you like!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Bitter-sweet...But sweet indeed
Long time, no blog, eh? Well, eight days isn't that long, but it's the longest I've ever gone without blogging. My reason for not blogging that long is a good one, though. Wanna hear it? Okay, are ya ready?
We had company over.
Well, okay maybe that's a stupid reason, 'cause I should have been able to blog anyway, but I didn't blog because they (BBB, that is) were here for a week and none of us wanted to just leave them sitting there alone, when they came to visit us in the first place. So we all had a blast together, without any blog-breaks. And yesterday, they left...But despite the bitter, I still managed to keep the day sweet!
My wonderful mum and dad took me to my very first book signing! It was awesome, too. My mum and dad and I went to Barnes and Noble, and bought Christopher Moore's new book (Bite Me: A Love Story), then proceeded to listen to him talk about it. Only he didn't really talk about it, in fact, he said himself, "what is there to talk about? It's a vampire book. That's it."
It was funny, 'cause it wasn't really what one might think of a book signing. It was more of a comedy routine about his life as an author, with some answers about his books thrown in at the end. Once he was done answering all the questions thrown at him by his fans, everyone was instructed into a line to get their books signed by him. The line moved quickly, and before I knew it, my dad and I were standing in front of him as he signed our books for us! We got two books personalized, which basically means that he signed them, and he wrote our names and a saying in them. One was his new book Bite Me, which he made out to my parents, saying "OMFG!" as the personal message in that book, and the second one (Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal) was made out to me, and it said, "blessings!" in it. Which was totally awesome. If I haven't said that enough yet.
But the best part yet? He was totally nice to us and totally funny. I mean, the funny part was not a surprise because his books always make me laugh out loud like a total idiot in public, but I didn't know what to expect in the "nice guy" department. But he was awesome. He even made a comment about my dad wearing the same type of hat as him, and that he liked it (he said that he could totally shop with my dad!). And he was totally jealous of my dad's IPhone cover. He liked that it was blue. He showed us his, and he said he wished he had the blue one instead of the gold one that he had. I personally liked the gold one, 'cause it was all, blingbling. I mean, that thing shined like no-tomorrow. It was like, "HIYA! I'M AN IPHONE, AND I AM SHINY!!!"
My mum even bragged at one point that I was going to be a writer, and he gave me some good advice (not going to tell you, teehee)!!! It, was, awesome! I can only pray that one day, if or when I become a semi-famous author myself, that I come off as cool and funny as he did to me. I can only pray that I can hang out with my fans like he did and not be so embarrassed that I turn as red as I did when talking to Mr. Moore yesterday. And I can only wish that a young, aspiring author will meet me and think that I'm really cool, just as I thought that Christopher Moore was cool.
And the part that's even better than the best part? We got to take some pictures with him! Which was really, really awesome. That's when he saw my dad's IPhone, 'cause one of the girls who worked at the book store took the picture with it. And you know what? It was (dare I say it yet again?) AWESOME!!!
Here's the photo taken by the girl who worked at the book store:
I'm the girl in the black shirt on the left, my dad is the Scottish looking guy in the blue and green striped shirt and the awesome hat on the right, and (obviously) Christopher Moore is the guy with the also-awesome hat and cocked head in the middle.
I can truly hardly wait to go to another book signing, and I don't even care who it is, really. Well, it had better be an author of a book I've read before, at least. Otherwise it wouldn't be very fun, now would it? I'm hoping that one day I'll have the chance to go to a book signing for Eoin Colfer (Christopher Moore: If you are reading, I am not cheating on you, if anything, I was cheating on Mr. Colfer by going to your book signing, since he does write my favoritest series ever, Artemis Fowl, thus making him my favorite author. Sorry).
And one more awesome thing: When Christopher was talking, he was saying how he developed the main character in his new book (a goth girl named Abby Normal), and he said that he went to a bunch of goth blogs to get the inspiration (because surprisingly, he said, a teenage goth girl's way of talking doesn't come naturally to him). He said that about three years or so ago when he was writing the first book, he found the voice of his character easily with the inspiration of these blogs, in which young people talked about their miserable lives in sort of elegant rants the approximate size of my own blogs. And then he said that when writing this third installment, he tried to go back to these blogs to get more inspiration, but they were gone, to be replaced by these short little things that only have two lines of illiterate crap. Which I find disturbing (but awesome that he noticed, and I'm not the only one that did). What is wrong with our young people today (people about my age) that they can't even string enough words together to actually sound like they're educated? It's not right, and if we keep this up, we will indeed become a bunch of illiterate idiots.
Anyway, I'll stop talking about our lack of writing skills these days now, just because if I continue, I'll ruin my awesome rant of happiness in going to my first book signing. Which was awesome.
By the way, did I mention that it was totally AWESOME?!!?!?!?!?! I'm not sure.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. Maybe in the future I should just hold off on blogging about book signings, because I have noticed a pattern of immaturity here that I'm not liking. I mean, how many times have I said "totally" or "awesome" or the two together in this blog? Too many to be properly educated. I swear, I never thought I'd be the type to get star-struck and all flustered and blushy (not a word, I know), but I guess I was wrong...Luckily for me, when my mum and the lady who worked there took the pictures, they happened to take them right before my embarrassingly bright-red Scottish-blood-blushing really got the chance to kick in. Which (again) is totally awesome.
We had company over.
Well, okay maybe that's a stupid reason, 'cause I should have been able to blog anyway, but I didn't blog because they (BBB, that is) were here for a week and none of us wanted to just leave them sitting there alone, when they came to visit us in the first place. So we all had a blast together, without any blog-breaks. And yesterday, they left...But despite the bitter, I still managed to keep the day sweet!
My wonderful mum and dad took me to my very first book signing! It was awesome, too. My mum and dad and I went to Barnes and Noble, and bought Christopher Moore's new book (Bite Me: A Love Story), then proceeded to listen to him talk about it. Only he didn't really talk about it, in fact, he said himself, "what is there to talk about? It's a vampire book. That's it."
It was funny, 'cause it wasn't really what one might think of a book signing. It was more of a comedy routine about his life as an author, with some answers about his books thrown in at the end. Once he was done answering all the questions thrown at him by his fans, everyone was instructed into a line to get their books signed by him. The line moved quickly, and before I knew it, my dad and I were standing in front of him as he signed our books for us! We got two books personalized, which basically means that he signed them, and he wrote our names and a saying in them. One was his new book Bite Me, which he made out to my parents, saying "OMFG!" as the personal message in that book, and the second one (Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal) was made out to me, and it said, "blessings!" in it. Which was totally awesome. If I haven't said that enough yet.
But the best part yet? He was totally nice to us and totally funny. I mean, the funny part was not a surprise because his books always make me laugh out loud like a total idiot in public, but I didn't know what to expect in the "nice guy" department. But he was awesome. He even made a comment about my dad wearing the same type of hat as him, and that he liked it (he said that he could totally shop with my dad!). And he was totally jealous of my dad's IPhone cover. He liked that it was blue. He showed us his, and he said he wished he had the blue one instead of the gold one that he had. I personally liked the gold one, 'cause it was all, blingbling. I mean, that thing shined like no-tomorrow. It was like, "HIYA! I'M AN IPHONE, AND I AM SHINY!!!"
My mum even bragged at one point that I was going to be a writer, and he gave me some good advice (not going to tell you, teehee)!!! It, was, awesome! I can only pray that one day, if or when I become a semi-famous author myself, that I come off as cool and funny as he did to me. I can only pray that I can hang out with my fans like he did and not be so embarrassed that I turn as red as I did when talking to Mr. Moore yesterday. And I can only wish that a young, aspiring author will meet me and think that I'm really cool, just as I thought that Christopher Moore was cool.
And the part that's even better than the best part? We got to take some pictures with him! Which was really, really awesome. That's when he saw my dad's IPhone, 'cause one of the girls who worked at the book store took the picture with it. And you know what? It was (dare I say it yet again?) AWESOME!!!
Here's the photo taken by the girl who worked at the book store:
I'm the girl in the black shirt on the left, my dad is the Scottish looking guy in the blue and green striped shirt and the awesome hat on the right, and (obviously) Christopher Moore is the guy with the also-awesome hat and cocked head in the middle.
I can truly hardly wait to go to another book signing, and I don't even care who it is, really. Well, it had better be an author of a book I've read before, at least. Otherwise it wouldn't be very fun, now would it? I'm hoping that one day I'll have the chance to go to a book signing for Eoin Colfer (Christopher Moore: If you are reading, I am not cheating on you, if anything, I was cheating on Mr. Colfer by going to your book signing, since he does write my favoritest series ever, Artemis Fowl, thus making him my favorite author. Sorry).
And one more awesome thing: When Christopher was talking, he was saying how he developed the main character in his new book (a goth girl named Abby Normal), and he said that he went to a bunch of goth blogs to get the inspiration (because surprisingly, he said, a teenage goth girl's way of talking doesn't come naturally to him). He said that about three years or so ago when he was writing the first book, he found the voice of his character easily with the inspiration of these blogs, in which young people talked about their miserable lives in sort of elegant rants the approximate size of my own blogs. And then he said that when writing this third installment, he tried to go back to these blogs to get more inspiration, but they were gone, to be replaced by these short little things that only have two lines of illiterate crap. Which I find disturbing (but awesome that he noticed, and I'm not the only one that did). What is wrong with our young people today (people about my age) that they can't even string enough words together to actually sound like they're educated? It's not right, and if we keep this up, we will indeed become a bunch of illiterate idiots.
Anyway, I'll stop talking about our lack of writing skills these days now, just because if I continue, I'll ruin my awesome rant of happiness in going to my first book signing. Which was awesome.
By the way, did I mention that it was totally AWESOME?!!?!?!?!?! I'm not sure.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
P.S. Maybe in the future I should just hold off on blogging about book signings, because I have noticed a pattern of immaturity here that I'm not liking. I mean, how many times have I said "totally" or "awesome" or the two together in this blog? Too many to be properly educated. I swear, I never thought I'd be the type to get star-struck and all flustered and blushy (not a word, I know), but I guess I was wrong...Luckily for me, when my mum and the lady who worked there took the pictures, they happened to take them right before my embarrassingly bright-red Scottish-blood-blushing really got the chance to kick in. Which (again) is totally awesome.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Hoppy Easter!!!
Just stopping in to wish you all a very happy Easter!!! Today has been very interesting, seeing as not only is this the day that commemorates when Jesus rose from his grave after three days as promised, but there was also a big earthquake here today. Well, it didn't originate from here exactly (it came from Mexicali, right by San Diego), but we did feel it. It was a 7.2. Not bad, eh? My family and I were all kind of dizzy by the time it stopped rolling, but luckily for us, nothing got knocked over or broken. Which is good. And now I'm boring myself, so...
In other news, BBB is coming tomorrow!!! We're all quite excited about that, of course. It's always nice to see them (shout-out! Luvs to Aunt and Uncle in big-damn-bus-of-a-home!). Any-way...I may not be blogging as much for the week that they will be here, 'cause I'll be spending time with them, so...Just warnin' ya.
Alright, that's it. Hoppy Easter again!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
In other news, BBB is coming tomorrow!!! We're all quite excited about that, of course. It's always nice to see them (shout-out! Luvs to Aunt and Uncle in big-damn-bus-of-a-home!). Any-way...I may not be blogging as much for the week that they will be here, 'cause I'll be spending time with them, so...Just warnin' ya.
Alright, that's it. Hoppy Easter again!
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
Friday, April 2, 2010
You can't spell "families" without "lies"
Should I even bother with this blog? Because I have to warn you, if I go through with this, things might get ugly...But I think I need to go for it anyway, so prepare yourself...
In the past two weeks or so, both my mum and dad have posted about our crazy families. I no longer can take it, therefore I feel the need to join them in posting my frustrations. I will however also post a link to my mum and dad's own blogs, that way you can read both of their opinions as well as mine:
Anal Seepage (my mum's blog)
Family, You Know It's Bad When...(my dad's blog)
Now, to get started, I think I'd like to explain a little about the two different sides of the family: My mum's side, and my dad's. Let's start with Fadda (my dad)...
Basically my dad was raised by wolves. Him and is older brother both agree on that point. Although his brother doesn't really know quite like my dad does, because he was the favorite out of the two. My dad, on the other hand, was the one who was left home alone at the age of twelve with a twenty dollar bill left on the counter as his parents and brother had the times-of-their-lives on a trip to Canada. And he was expected to live on just that for the several weeks they were gone. And when his parents were home, they tortured him. Especially his mother, who I must say is just about the Queen of all Nags. All the women in his family are like that, too. They drive all the men in the family so crazy they just all start dying-off. And of course the men in the family are not too great themselves, since they're all either drunk, high, or molesting another family member (or all three). My dad's family is so corrupt, so mean-spirited, so ungrateful, so creepy, whiny, and downright disgusting that my dad was actually relieved when his father finally passed away from cancer a while back. Now, that may sound harsh, because that was his father, but you have to put yourself in his shoes. His father was never a father to him, instead always favoring his other son. He was a complete creep and jerk. And yeah, my dad loved him in a very human way because he was his father, but he surly did not like him or love him as a person. And he feels the same about the rest of his family, including the crazy aunts and uncles and cousins and blah, blah, blah. And I truly do not blame him.
Moving on to Mum...
My mum is a whole other story, however. She grew up in a small family, just her, her grandparents, and her mother and stepfather. Her mother left her real father (whom my mum loved dearly, and whom loved her back just as much) when my mum was quite young, so she was stuck with her stepfather instead. My mum's grandparents were the only people in her life at that time who truly loved her and wanted the best for her, but unfortunately, she didn't get to stay with them for quite a large period in her life. Instead she had to live with her crazy mother who was in and out of the hospital all the time getting experimental surgeries, and her drunk and abusive stepfather. She always did her best to get through life unscathed, but unfortunately these people who call themselves her parents loved to play mind games, and beat their daughter for no reasons whatsoever, both physically and mentally. They even tried to convince my mum that she was crazy, taking her to a therapist and giving her meds that she never needed in the first place. They used to give her Valium when she was little just to shut her up when they didn't feel like raising a child. They also left her for dead several times, when she clearly needed to go to the hospital. For instance, my mum hit her head so hard one time that she blacked out, and didn't even remember how she got home. But her parents didn't take her to the doctor. And when her grandmother finally got a hold of her and took her to the doctor herself, they found out that my mum had been hemorrhaging in her brain, and was quite lucky indeed to even be alive. My mum also had to skip countless weeks of school to stay at home with her lovely (sarcasm) mother, who as I said, was in and out of the hospital all the time. My mum was like a slave. She cooked, she cleaned, she gave her own mother shots and medication, and she was expected to do her homework, even though she had to skip so many classes that she had no idea what was going on in school most of the time. Luckily, when she was at school, she was quite popular, so her friends would be kind enough to bring her homework and help her out. And did I mention that she (on top of everything else) also had to go to skating practice at the butt-crack-of-dawn, and cheerleading, and so much more? And to make it all seem even worse, every penny she made from her own jobs was handed directly to her ungrateful bastards of parents, including the money she received at the age of eighteen for getting hit by a two-ton truck when she was twelve. So to put it lightly, my mum's life sucked arse growing up.
You would think that after a lifetime of misery growing up, both my parents would have wonderful, normal lives of their own by now, wouldn't you? Well, you're wrong. Because to this day these lovely (more sarcasm) people continue to pester us all. My dad's mother now lives in Seizure- Excuse me, Leisure World by herself. She has Parkinson's Disease, so she can barely walk, she shakes uncontrollably, and has more recently started to hallucinate things like her dead husband in the middle of the street. And this woman thinks she can still drive, yet she wasn't even a good driver before the Parkinson's. Her doctor has even taken her driver's license away, and we took her car, but guess what? She called us up and insisted on picking up her precious car even after we offered to give up even more of our own lives just to help drive her around once a week. This, to say the least, was the last straw, and we no longer want anything to do with the backstabbing, ungrateful woman.
My mum's parents are both (unfortunately) alive. Her mum's completely bedridden now, addicted to Morphine, and has both cancer and diabetes, yet she refuses to do a thing about it. She was diagnosed with cancer about eight years ago now (give or take), yet she refuses to believe any of the doctors, instead ignoring it. She also threw a fit about being diagnosed with diabetes, and goes untreated today because she insists that she is "cured" of diabetes, which I can attest she is not (according to her blood sugar when we tested it for her). But there's nothing we can do about any of it, because my mum does not have the right to force her to do anything, seeing as her stepfather is still her caregiver, and has control over everything. These people continue to pester my mum, begging for money, food, help around the house, even a shower for her mother. Which is not fair to my mum, because not only do my parents have to take care of a house of eight (that being both my parents, two adult's including my brother and I, a handicapped and elderly woman that is our Nana, and three cats), but now they expect my mum and dad to shell out money in which we need for ourselves! Not to mention the helping-them-with-chores thing. I mean, come on. My mum is already taking care of her grandmother, but her mother expects her to come over and take care of her all the time as well? How is that fair in the slightest? It makes me want to shout at those people, "YOU HYPOCRITES!!! I DON'T SEE YOU TAKING CARE OF YOUR OWN MOTHER, SO HOW DO YOU EXPECT HELP FROM THE PEOPLE WHO ARE CARING FOR HER IN RETURN?!?"
I guess what I'm really trying to get at, is yes, there are some people in our lives to which we love dearly (our Nana, and the lovely -not sarcasm this time- friends who we adopted as our real family), but the rest of our "family" is crazy, and hurtful, and greedy. And no matter how many "second chances" we give these people, they never change: They remain just as crazy, hurtful, and greedy as ever. And what I would just like to know is, "why?" Why do we continue to be walked all over by these people no matter how nice, or even how strict we are to them?
But I suppose everyone has at least one family member like that, a soul-sucking leech of a family member who literally sucks your heart, soul, and sanity just by existing. And there's nothing we could really do to change that. All we can do is wait for the day when their evil deeds catch up with them, and God punishes them accordingly for their crimes upon humanity.
And now I believe this is the perfect time to stop, seeing as my eye is twitching, my neck tensing up, and a headache is coming on. So farewell for now, and good luck with your own crazy families.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
In the past two weeks or so, both my mum and dad have posted about our crazy families. I no longer can take it, therefore I feel the need to join them in posting my frustrations. I will however also post a link to my mum and dad's own blogs, that way you can read both of their opinions as well as mine:
Anal Seepage (my mum's blog)
Family, You Know It's Bad When...(my dad's blog)
Now, to get started, I think I'd like to explain a little about the two different sides of the family: My mum's side, and my dad's. Let's start with Fadda (my dad)...
Basically my dad was raised by wolves. Him and is older brother both agree on that point. Although his brother doesn't really know quite like my dad does, because he was the favorite out of the two. My dad, on the other hand, was the one who was left home alone at the age of twelve with a twenty dollar bill left on the counter as his parents and brother had the times-of-their-lives on a trip to Canada. And he was expected to live on just that for the several weeks they were gone. And when his parents were home, they tortured him. Especially his mother, who I must say is just about the Queen of all Nags. All the women in his family are like that, too. They drive all the men in the family so crazy they just all start dying-off. And of course the men in the family are not too great themselves, since they're all either drunk, high, or molesting another family member (or all three). My dad's family is so corrupt, so mean-spirited, so ungrateful, so creepy, whiny, and downright disgusting that my dad was actually relieved when his father finally passed away from cancer a while back. Now, that may sound harsh, because that was his father, but you have to put yourself in his shoes. His father was never a father to him, instead always favoring his other son. He was a complete creep and jerk. And yeah, my dad loved him in a very human way because he was his father, but he surly did not like him or love him as a person. And he feels the same about the rest of his family, including the crazy aunts and uncles and cousins and blah, blah, blah. And I truly do not blame him.
Moving on to Mum...
My mum is a whole other story, however. She grew up in a small family, just her, her grandparents, and her mother and stepfather. Her mother left her real father (whom my mum loved dearly, and whom loved her back just as much) when my mum was quite young, so she was stuck with her stepfather instead. My mum's grandparents were the only people in her life at that time who truly loved her and wanted the best for her, but unfortunately, she didn't get to stay with them for quite a large period in her life. Instead she had to live with her crazy mother who was in and out of the hospital all the time getting experimental surgeries, and her drunk and abusive stepfather. She always did her best to get through life unscathed, but unfortunately these people who call themselves her parents loved to play mind games, and beat their daughter for no reasons whatsoever, both physically and mentally. They even tried to convince my mum that she was crazy, taking her to a therapist and giving her meds that she never needed in the first place. They used to give her Valium when she was little just to shut her up when they didn't feel like raising a child. They also left her for dead several times, when she clearly needed to go to the hospital. For instance, my mum hit her head so hard one time that she blacked out, and didn't even remember how she got home. But her parents didn't take her to the doctor. And when her grandmother finally got a hold of her and took her to the doctor herself, they found out that my mum had been hemorrhaging in her brain, and was quite lucky indeed to even be alive. My mum also had to skip countless weeks of school to stay at home with her lovely (sarcasm) mother, who as I said, was in and out of the hospital all the time. My mum was like a slave. She cooked, she cleaned, she gave her own mother shots and medication, and she was expected to do her homework, even though she had to skip so many classes that she had no idea what was going on in school most of the time. Luckily, when she was at school, she was quite popular, so her friends would be kind enough to bring her homework and help her out. And did I mention that she (on top of everything else) also had to go to skating practice at the butt-crack-of-dawn, and cheerleading, and so much more? And to make it all seem even worse, every penny she made from her own jobs was handed directly to her ungrateful bastards of parents, including the money she received at the age of eighteen for getting hit by a two-ton truck when she was twelve. So to put it lightly, my mum's life sucked arse growing up.
You would think that after a lifetime of misery growing up, both my parents would have wonderful, normal lives of their own by now, wouldn't you? Well, you're wrong. Because to this day these lovely (more sarcasm) people continue to pester us all. My dad's mother now lives in Seizure- Excuse me, Leisure World by herself. She has Parkinson's Disease, so she can barely walk, she shakes uncontrollably, and has more recently started to hallucinate things like her dead husband in the middle of the street. And this woman thinks she can still drive, yet she wasn't even a good driver before the Parkinson's. Her doctor has even taken her driver's license away, and we took her car, but guess what? She called us up and insisted on picking up her precious car even after we offered to give up even more of our own lives just to help drive her around once a week. This, to say the least, was the last straw, and we no longer want anything to do with the backstabbing, ungrateful woman.
My mum's parents are both (unfortunately) alive. Her mum's completely bedridden now, addicted to Morphine, and has both cancer and diabetes, yet she refuses to do a thing about it. She was diagnosed with cancer about eight years ago now (give or take), yet she refuses to believe any of the doctors, instead ignoring it. She also threw a fit about being diagnosed with diabetes, and goes untreated today because she insists that she is "cured" of diabetes, which I can attest she is not (according to her blood sugar when we tested it for her). But there's nothing we can do about any of it, because my mum does not have the right to force her to do anything, seeing as her stepfather is still her caregiver, and has control over everything. These people continue to pester my mum, begging for money, food, help around the house, even a shower for her mother. Which is not fair to my mum, because not only do my parents have to take care of a house of eight (that being both my parents, two adult's including my brother and I, a handicapped and elderly woman that is our Nana, and three cats), but now they expect my mum and dad to shell out money in which we need for ourselves! Not to mention the helping-them-with-chores thing. I mean, come on. My mum is already taking care of her grandmother, but her mother expects her to come over and take care of her all the time as well? How is that fair in the slightest? It makes me want to shout at those people, "YOU HYPOCRITES!!! I DON'T SEE YOU TAKING CARE OF YOUR OWN MOTHER, SO HOW DO YOU EXPECT HELP FROM THE PEOPLE WHO ARE CARING FOR HER IN RETURN?!?"
I guess what I'm really trying to get at, is yes, there are some people in our lives to which we love dearly (our Nana, and the lovely -not sarcasm this time- friends who we adopted as our real family), but the rest of our "family" is crazy, and hurtful, and greedy. And no matter how many "second chances" we give these people, they never change: They remain just as crazy, hurtful, and greedy as ever. And what I would just like to know is, "why?" Why do we continue to be walked all over by these people no matter how nice, or even how strict we are to them?
But I suppose everyone has at least one family member like that, a soul-sucking leech of a family member who literally sucks your heart, soul, and sanity just by existing. And there's nothing we could really do to change that. All we can do is wait for the day when their evil deeds catch up with them, and God punishes them accordingly for their crimes upon humanity.
And now I believe this is the perfect time to stop, seeing as my eye is twitching, my neck tensing up, and a headache is coming on. So farewell for now, and good luck with your own crazy families.
Blog ya later, Miss Eccentric.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Dearest readers of mine,
As you know, lately I have been busy, and therefore not able to blog quite as much as I would like. I used to blog every three days at most, and now it's been considerably longer in-between posts. I call it my "blog-funk", because I'm so busy with other things in my life that I just don't have the time to create enormously funny blogs like I used to. And this bugs me. I mean, I used to pride myself in crazy paranoid rants that could confuse even Lewis Carroll, but now I'm lucky if I even come up with an idea for a blog, let alone writing it out in a humorous way. Hell, I used to blog about the most random of things, such as vibrating mascara, House, cotton candy being fluffy, and even Chia Obama, but now I can't even manage that. So, in light of these shortcomings of mine, I have decided that maybe I just shouldn't blog at all anymore. I will still try and keep up with my short stories in my other blog, The Power of the Word, but I will be deleting this blog as of tonight, so there will be no more witty writings of Miss Eccentric. I'm sincerely sorry to all my readers, but this has to be done...I will miss you all so very much though, and I hope you will continue to remember me in a kind way, a way in which I am a witty, sarcastic, and paranoid writer, and you are the helpless reader who can not live life without my witticisms, and I hope you tell all your children and grandchildren about the wonderful blogger who changed your life. But please, just promise me one thing? Do not commit suicide just because I have abandoned you so harshly and unexpectedly...Farewell.
-Miss Eccentric.
P.S. April Fools!!! Did I get ya? Probably not, seeing as the drama was starting to get a little out of hand there the more I wrote...Well, just to clarify, everything I said in the above was all just a bunch of drivel. Just part of the joke, you know? So I WILL NOT STOP BLOGGING, AND I CERTAINLY WON'T DELETE THIS BLOG. So, now that we have that settled...See ya in a day or two for another blog!!!
-Miss Eccentric.
P.S. April Fools!!! Did I get ya? Probably not, seeing as the drama was starting to get a little out of hand there the more I wrote...Well, just to clarify, everything I said in the above was all just a bunch of drivel. Just part of the joke, you know? So I WILL NOT STOP BLOGGING, AND I CERTAINLY WON'T DELETE THIS BLOG. So, now that we have that settled...See ya in a day or two for another blog!!!
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