Back in the Saddle

What a hiatus!

I don't really have anything earth shattering to share.

I was correct about my parents going to Alabama because my sister (literally) forced them into it--but I guessed the wrong sister. She told me about it and I told her if I ever had kids, not to force my parents to interact with them because it wouldn't mean crap to me if they only visited my kids because someone told them they had to. She said that my other sister doesn't know that's why they visited. Whatever. It doesn't take a brain surgeon. On the other hand, I think everyone is so starved to get some positive attention from them that they'll believe just about anything. Silly wabbits. I should wrap up some cynicism for them for Christmas.

In some ways I feel bad for my parents because no matter what they do, someone is going to find something wrong with it--and they haven't gotten to the point where they don't care anymore in some ways. Or maybe I should say that they don't care, but at the same time, they try to avoid conflict by bending to my sisters' whims--after they've proven that they don't care enough to do whatever the "normal" parental thing to do is on their own. The thing is that not every "normal parental thing" that my sisters expect is really normal. I'm baffled by some of the things they choose to get ticked off about. They've passed that trait on to their children too, so that's unfortunate. They've really set them up for a life of disappointment when they figure out that the rest of the world won't apologize when they're crying over something ridiculous.

My dad took me fishing Saturday. That was fun even though we didn't catch any fish or really even get any bites. I figured that would be the case because the water was fairly cold even though the temperature outside was something like 78 degrees. It was still a really nice day to be out on the lake though and it was good to spend some time with my dad. I miss him a lot. When I told him goodbye on Sunday and said I was leaving, he got this panicked look on his face and said, "Why?!" It was sad. When we got ready to leave to go fishing and my cousin asked where we were going, my mom (in her best bitchy voice) said, "They're going fishing. Do you want to go? They could use you for bait."

Despite numerous comments like the one above, no blood was spilled. At least not while I was there.