and the morals that they worship will be gone...
Yesterday...not too exciting. I got my hair cut.
Today...a bit more interesting...as it tends to be from time to time in this household.
First thing this morning, I get a semi-panicked phone call from Aaron. He wanted Pistons tickets and had to work and couldn't try for them.
Gen was in class. I had to work. No one was available...however, I thought in my brain (where you should think, huh?) and figured a Pearl Jam
freak would be best to try and so I rang up Rich to see if he would be by a computer to try. However, Rich ended up being shut out. He thinks there
was some shady business going on and I don't doubt that at all.
I went to the orthodontist after work. My mom came along because we were going to try to make it to Somerset before we had to drive Ryan to work...however,
ortho ran over, so we ended up heading home and picking up some pizza from Caesar's. Oh my gosh we found a damn good Little Caesar's. Oh it was so good.
Three pieces of pizza and four pieces of Crazy Bread later...I still wanted to eat more but I knew if I did, I would explode.
Sometime this evening, my mom received a phone call from my cousin, Erin. Erin is six months older than me and within the past month or so, she moved out to
California (Sacramento) to live with her mom (my Aunt Judy). Erin called because my Aunt Judy's heart stopped multiple times today and she was in the hospital.
My mom said Erin sounded really freaked out...we all feel bad about the situation she's in. All alone and everything. Erin called our house about 10:30 and I was
the only one home. It turns out my Aunt Judy had a minor heart attack. My Aunt Judy is a year younger than my dad (to the day, she's 45, my dad's 46). My dad's mom
had a heartattack in her 50s. I think my dad's dad had a couple of heart attacks, if not just one. So obviously there is heart disease in the family...yet my aunt has
continued to smoke for years. I'm just glad my dad never picked up any bad habits like drinking or smoking...and that since he's been diagnosed with diabetes he's really
started watching what he's been eating and caring a bit more about his health.
We talk to my aunt. When she's in town, she visits us. She IM's me. She's the only person in my dad's immediate family that we have consistant contact with. My Aunt Judy and
my family have become the "black sheep" of my dad's entire family (immediate and extended) because my dad's mom (I don't like to call her my "grandma" because my grandma
is my mom's mom and she is a saint...funny story about her in a minute) has jealousy issues. I haven't talked to her in years. She stopped making an effort, so I completely
stopped caring. Anyway, she hasn't talked to my Aunt Judy in at least 10 years. AT LEAST. Erin called her sister to tell her about my aunt...her sister called my dad's mom...
and my dad's mom called my dad's other sister to pretty much call my dad to get more information about my Aunt Judy. HELLO RETARDED ANYONE? My aunt told my mom that my dad's mom
had to take "tranquilizers" when she heard about Judy...um what? She hasn't even talked to Judy in years...why does she suddenly care?
So anyway, Erin and I had a good bitch-out session about the dysfunction that is our family. It was some good healthy release and I think it made her feel better. My dad's mom called
Erin...and she hadn't even talked to ERIN in years. She wanted my Aunt Judy's room number. So Erin ended up bitching out my dad's mom because she, like I, felt this was NOT the time
to try to rekindle a relationship with her kid. If she really cares about Judy a) she can repair the relationship later and b) why didn't she repair the relationship before this happened?
So ridiculous.
Good old Grandma...my mom was talking to her. My grandma does ridiculous things...like today the lady, who is all of 82, decides she's going to pull all the weeds between her
garage and her neighbor's fence. It's like a one foot space. I don't even think I could fit there...so of course she's all achy and she whines to my mom about how she's aching
and then of course she has to tell my mom what ridiculous thing she did during the day. So when my mom told me what she did, I shouted, "What a GOOFY LADY!!!!!!" really loud. My grandma
asked my mom who was shouting. My mom told her it was me. My grandma told my mom to tell me, "I love you Jessica." Haha I tell her she's goofy, she tells me she loves me. I love my grandma.
A couple days back, I mentioned something about my dad's friend Randy being sick and not doing well at all. Well a miracle has occured and he has made quite the recovery. My mom and dad went and
visited him yesterday. The doctors have ordered he has gastric bypass because it's the only way he'll be able to get healthy. He's such a spunky person, I'm glad he has gotten a second chance. Yesterday
marked his 24th day in the hospital. Since Wednesday, he has only remembered the last 5 days of his stay. Crazy stuff.
Ok I must get to bed. Gotta work in the morning...and I want some Hotcakes, which means I gotta leave earlier. Oh, I finished The Jungle this afternoon. I should more or less say "finished" (in quotes)
because the last chapter was a bunch of socialist propaganda that really did not conclude the book in a manner I wished the book to conclude in. Overall, though, very educational experience and I must remember
to stop at the library after work tomorrow to check out some books to read over the weekend and shit.
