Them Cheatin' Onions

Bored, bored, bored, bored. Like the Ramones said "Nothing to do, No where to go"

When it gets that boring you start looking people up on the internet for no reason..like say...Your dad! Then you find him on reunion.com, a pay site. Then you find he has 18 friends, most of whom are over 60. Then you find that one of his "friends" is 33 and trampy looking wearing a corset in her photo. Then you realize she lives in Florida. Then you realize your father is 72 and recently was gone for a week in Florida in a "meeting". Then you wonder what kind of "Reunion" they had? Then you remember all the porn you found on your parents computer that one day......hmmmmmmmmmmmm Maybe these are the puzzle pieces you need to figure out why, when your father was diagnosed with Legionnaires disease in Florida he didn't want my mother to go there.

Besides today being ungodly boring, we were all sick a little as if we had minor food poisoning. My mom was gone all day again. Spending her endless days at the hospital with my grandmother. I don't know what Mother Theresa medal she is looking for but I am sure it will be in the mail. Once again, she went to the grocery store without bothering to ask us if we wanted anything. She gave us some skim milk (big surprise), strange organic macaroni and cheese that even M hated, yogurt, spaghetti from their shelf upstairs, and onions. Again with the freakin' onions. I literally have 6 bags of onions in the kitchen. What do I do with them? Does she think we can just eat them as a snack all day? You can't really cook them unless you have other ingredients. Frankly, its a mystery. I used onions all the time in New Zealand because i cooked them with other things! like my spaghetti sauce or french onion soup or onion rings or focaccia bread with carmelized onions. All of which require other ingredients. as I am fond of saying lately "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

We seem to really not be allowed upstairs anymore. The people upstairs are extremely non friendly when we go up there. M went up with me so I could ask for some cream for a rash that appeared on her cheeks today. M followed me upstairs and immediately told my mom she was hungry and could she have some food? My mom told her she had plenty of food downstairs and my father shook his head and rolled his eyes. They think they are so much better than us. I can't stand it. They might have lots of money but they don't even like each other. My mom wrote on their anniversary card "Friends Forever" no love..only that. At least we have love and we support each other so stick that in your fancy Mercedes and choke.

So how are those anger management classes working out for you?

Hey where did that google ad come from?

Quote from T today "There is fire in the sky, must be fire from the sky" hunh?