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Regarding Santas and the Pets
For this, I must first explain the pet situation.
The dog hangs out on a lead-run outside during the day when no one's here, sleeps in the basement, and is usually brought in the house once a couple of people are home. This is mostly because he's very much a people-dog. Has to be around people. Loves people. He has no concept of guarding ANYTHING. If you are a person, you must be there to play with him. He's very much Didi's dog - Mom will comment that in the eyes of the dog, Didi is God. Somewhat sacrilegious, but almost captures the situation.
He misses her terribly because she's up at school. Normally, when she's home, he follows her everywhere around the house, and half the time sleeps in her room.
The cats belong to my other sister. They are completely different personalities - one fat, sleepy, and purrsy, the other skittish, predatory, and often antisocial. Of course they're from the same litter. Given their tendency to mark when no one's looking, the cats are NOT allowed in the house. Santas' room is a very gray area, on that subject. She'll haul one up when she's napping, and the cat sleeps on the bed with her.
So, last night, we had our usual late-night arrangement. She's sitting on her bed with her laptop, I am sitting on the bed chatting with her, enjoying a nice warm cup of tea, and the dog is lying on the floor, regarding us with big plaintive eyes for any morsel of affection we might inadvertently drop to the ground. Santas regards my cup and saucer, then turns her gaze of interest (this never bodes well) to the dog, and then to her half-finished bowl of strawberry gelato. When I'd first come in, said pup was very interested in my cup of tea, despite numerous assurances on my part that, no, he really didn't want this.
Santas then proceeds to take my saucer (as I'd finished with the teabag, it was making a little brown crescent-puddle on one side of the plate), add a teaspoon of gelato next to the teabag...and feed it to the dog.
Yes, he ate the teabag. I stared at her, struck absolutely dumb for a few seconds, as she collapsed deeper into herself, giggling with satisfaction. "You are never allowed to have a dog in the future!"
Cats are far more finicky. Cats will not eat anything that smells remotely suspicious, like broccoli, dish detergent, or cat food. The chances of my sadistic little sister successfully feeding a teabag to a cat are far reduced. A good thing, to, as the feline digestive system is far more finicky than a dog's.
I'm not overly concerned about the dog. They'll try anything, and God knew this when he made them, so he gave them a digestive system that'll process almost anything. The only time we've ever really worried was when he got loose and got into rat poison. I've a friend with a giant labrador, and if she wasn't so busy, she could post a weekly blog, "What Will Duke Eat?". Newspaper. Ten pounds of dog food (that's like you eating sixty pounds of steak). Three rolls of toilet paper. A sponge (that one had us a little worried. It was one of the big soft foofy kinds - second cousin to a loofah).
While I'm writing this, the house phone rings.
It's Santas.
In her bedroom.
(This is across the living room and just up the stairs from where I am now.)
Asking me to bring her a cat.
Because she doesn't want to get up.
*facepalm*
The dog hangs out on a lead-run outside during the day when no one's here, sleeps in the basement, and is usually brought in the house once a couple of people are home. This is mostly because he's very much a people-dog. Has to be around people. Loves people. He has no concept of guarding ANYTHING. If you are a person, you must be there to play with him. He's very much Didi's dog - Mom will comment that in the eyes of the dog, Didi is God. Somewhat sacrilegious, but almost captures the situation.
He misses her terribly because she's up at school. Normally, when she's home, he follows her everywhere around the house, and half the time sleeps in her room.
The cats belong to my other sister. They are completely different personalities - one fat, sleepy, and purrsy, the other skittish, predatory, and often antisocial. Of course they're from the same litter. Given their tendency to mark when no one's looking, the cats are NOT allowed in the house. Santas' room is a very gray area, on that subject. She'll haul one up when she's napping, and the cat sleeps on the bed with her.
So, last night, we had our usual late-night arrangement. She's sitting on her bed with her laptop, I am sitting on the bed chatting with her, enjoying a nice warm cup of tea, and the dog is lying on the floor, regarding us with big plaintive eyes for any morsel of affection we might inadvertently drop to the ground. Santas regards my cup and saucer, then turns her gaze of interest (this never bodes well) to the dog, and then to her half-finished bowl of strawberry gelato. When I'd first come in, said pup was very interested in my cup of tea, despite numerous assurances on my part that, no, he really didn't want this.
Santas then proceeds to take my saucer (as I'd finished with the teabag, it was making a little brown crescent-puddle on one side of the plate), add a teaspoon of gelato next to the teabag...and feed it to the dog.
Yes, he ate the teabag. I stared at her, struck absolutely dumb for a few seconds, as she collapsed deeper into herself, giggling with satisfaction. "You are never allowed to have a dog in the future!"
Cats are far more finicky. Cats will not eat anything that smells remotely suspicious, like broccoli, dish detergent, or cat food. The chances of my sadistic little sister successfully feeding a teabag to a cat are far reduced. A good thing, to, as the feline digestive system is far more finicky than a dog's.
I'm not overly concerned about the dog. They'll try anything, and God knew this when he made them, so he gave them a digestive system that'll process almost anything. The only time we've ever really worried was when he got loose and got into rat poison. I've a friend with a giant labrador, and if she wasn't so busy, she could post a weekly blog, "What Will Duke Eat?". Newspaper. Ten pounds of dog food (that's like you eating sixty pounds of steak). Three rolls of toilet paper. A sponge (that one had us a little worried. It was one of the big soft foofy kinds - second cousin to a loofah).
While I'm writing this, the house phone rings.
It's Santas.
In her bedroom.
(This is across the living room and just up the stairs from where I am now.)
Asking me to bring her a cat.
Because she doesn't want to get up.
*facepalm*
Family Love
You know, there isn't anyone on earth who can get under my skin like my sister. She truly has a gift. If there were more of her or if she could bottle this ability, I would have probably exploded by now--just a giant ball of anger and sadness and frustration caused by my sister.
Fortunately, there is only one of her.
Fortunately.
I just got off the phone with her (thus the back-to-back blogs) and once again, she managed to destroy what should have been a lovely conversation. SHE called ME to ask for my help. My brother-in-law is going to a hockey game tomorrow night with his brother. They are going to have dinner at a bar I used to work at (Great Waters) and wanted to get directions. She explained all of this to me and then I was to give her the directions. I asked to talk to Chad so that I could give HIM the directions so that I knew he would understand. He's the one going, after all, not her. So brother-in-law and I chatted, I gave him the needed directions and then, like a fool, I asked him to put my sister back on the line.
I don't know if she went and took a for-pregnant-women-doctor-authorized "pissy pill" in the 45 seconds I was talking to her husband, but she was a different person when I got her back on the phone. I was trying to nail down plans for Halloween because we have my nephew for the very first time. We don't usually see him on holidays and we're excited. My mom and I are making him a costume (pictures to come!) and we're trying to figure out what to do. We want him to trick-or-treat with kids his own age and as a result we've set up dates with the kids of two of my friends. We also would like to run him to a couple places so people can see him (i.e. my sister and brother-in-law, my brother, etc). Yeah, this will probably be a fairly hectic evening but whatthehell, might as well make the most of it. This could be the only Halloween we ever get him for.
At any rate, I was just trying to find out if they had anything specific planned so we could work them into our schedule. I was even thinking of inviting them for dinner...but before I could get to any of that she blew up at me. She told me that I had too much planned and that I was ruining Simon's Halloween. Apparently he doesn't want to do all the running around and just wants to do a little trick-or-treating. At least according to Emily. She yelled a couple other things at me too.
Is it a mark of age or more of routine that I didn't even get upset? Granted, I am at work and can't get upset, but I very calmly asked her why she was getting so upset. And then she gave me the "whatever" brush off and said that we weren't to bring him to her house, they didn't need to see him. I, again calmly, said that wasn't the point and tried, futilely, to explain myself. She didn't listen to me, she just talked right over me. So I said that I just needed to know their plans. And she finally conceded and said "we'll be home all night". And we got off the phone.
What worries me is that I have become so used to the way she speaks to me that I barely react to it anymore. I used to get upset and we'd fight...which certainly wasn't productive, but at least I was standing up for myself and hoping that maybe something I said got through. Now, I don't even try. I just let her steamroll right over me and usually just cross my fingers that Storm Emily passes quickly. It has become a trademark that when I see my sister or talk to her, the first thing I do is try to judge her mood, because I know how quickly (like this phone call) she can go from 0-to-60.
I try to be understanding of the fact that she is her own person and that she is very different from me. But, really, most of the time I am so frustrated by her lack of respect for others that I don't want to even be around her. Which is sad, because I truly do love my sister and when she isn't being this way, she is a pretty cool person. Or at least she used to be. I haven't seen that Emily for a very long time. Once in a while I get glimpses of who she used to be and I hope that Old Emily is still inside of her, just waiting for her chance to come out to stay. But lately, this Emily is the only one I see and for some reason, it seems to be me with whom she acts this way the most.
I guess I just wish that I had the kind of sister that I could be friends with. I would really love that. Maybe someday...
Fortunately, there is only one of her.
Fortunately.
I just got off the phone with her (thus the back-to-back blogs) and once again, she managed to destroy what should have been a lovely conversation. SHE called ME to ask for my help. My brother-in-law is going to a hockey game tomorrow night with his brother. They are going to have dinner at a bar I used to work at (Great Waters) and wanted to get directions. She explained all of this to me and then I was to give her the directions. I asked to talk to Chad so that I could give HIM the directions so that I knew he would understand. He's the one going, after all, not her. So brother-in-law and I chatted, I gave him the needed directions and then, like a fool, I asked him to put my sister back on the line.
I don't know if she went and took a for-pregnant-women-doctor-authorized "pissy pill" in the 45 seconds I was talking to her husband, but she was a different person when I got her back on the phone. I was trying to nail down plans for Halloween because we have my nephew for the very first time. We don't usually see him on holidays and we're excited. My mom and I are making him a costume (pictures to come!) and we're trying to figure out what to do. We want him to trick-or-treat with kids his own age and as a result we've set up dates with the kids of two of my friends. We also would like to run him to a couple places so people can see him (i.e. my sister and brother-in-law, my brother, etc). Yeah, this will probably be a fairly hectic evening but whatthehell, might as well make the most of it. This could be the only Halloween we ever get him for.
At any rate, I was just trying to find out if they had anything specific planned so we could work them into our schedule. I was even thinking of inviting them for dinner...but before I could get to any of that she blew up at me. She told me that I had too much planned and that I was ruining Simon's Halloween. Apparently he doesn't want to do all the running around and just wants to do a little trick-or-treating. At least according to Emily. She yelled a couple other things at me too.
Is it a mark of age or more of routine that I didn't even get upset? Granted, I am at work and can't get upset, but I very calmly asked her why she was getting so upset. And then she gave me the "whatever" brush off and said that we weren't to bring him to her house, they didn't need to see him. I, again calmly, said that wasn't the point and tried, futilely, to explain myself. She didn't listen to me, she just talked right over me. So I said that I just needed to know their plans. And she finally conceded and said "we'll be home all night". And we got off the phone.
What worries me is that I have become so used to the way she speaks to me that I barely react to it anymore. I used to get upset and we'd fight...which certainly wasn't productive, but at least I was standing up for myself and hoping that maybe something I said got through. Now, I don't even try. I just let her steamroll right over me and usually just cross my fingers that Storm Emily passes quickly. It has become a trademark that when I see my sister or talk to her, the first thing I do is try to judge her mood, because I know how quickly (like this phone call) she can go from 0-to-60.
I try to be understanding of the fact that she is her own person and that she is very different from me. But, really, most of the time I am so frustrated by her lack of respect for others that I don't want to even be around her. Which is sad, because I truly do love my sister and when she isn't being this way, she is a pretty cool person. Or at least she used to be. I haven't seen that Emily for a very long time. Once in a while I get glimpses of who she used to be and I hope that Old Emily is still inside of her, just waiting for her chance to come out to stay. But lately, this Emily is the only one I see and for some reason, it seems to be me with whom she acts this way the most.
I guess I just wish that I had the kind of sister that I could be friends with. I would really love that. Maybe someday...
Rice is not always Nice
I like rice. This is not news. I almost always have rice ready to prepare. I will eat it plain, for this makes me happy. Often, I will get creative with something from our decently-stocked spice drawer.
Usually, I have some idea of what I'm going for, and this guides the choice. Sometimes, I know the taste of what I want, and I
I was enjoying my bowl of rice, and reading some sheet music, when Santas came into the kitchen.
Santas, being Santas, took some of my rice without asking a) for permission, or b) what was in it.
"Yeaugh!" she declared after making a distasteful expression, bolting for the refrigerator and chasing it with apple juice.
"Paprika." I considered the bowl a moment, before returning to my reading. "And salt, I think."
She glared at the bowl, offended. "Whatever happened to curry?"
I froze. I looked up at her, mid-bite. "That's what I wanted!!"
Mystery solved.
Of course, Santas later came back to the bowl to mooch again. I watched her, amused and fascinated. "You declare that what I have created is most foul, you are in the process of making your own food - yet you keep coming back to scavenge mine."
Mouth full, "Uh huh."
And in case anyone was wondering, rice and paprika is definitely not the same as rice and curry.
Usually, I have some idea of what I'm going for, and this guides the choice. Sometimes, I know the taste of what I want, and I
I was enjoying my bowl of rice, and reading some sheet music, when Santas came into the kitchen.
Santas, being Santas, took some of my rice without asking a) for permission, or b) what was in it.
"Yeaugh!" she declared after making a distasteful expression, bolting for the refrigerator and chasing it with apple juice.
"Paprika." I considered the bowl a moment, before returning to my reading. "And salt, I think."
She glared at the bowl, offended. "Whatever happened to curry?"
I froze. I looked up at her, mid-bite. "That's what I wanted!!"
Mystery solved.
Of course, Santas later came back to the bowl to mooch again. I watched her, amused and fascinated. "You declare that what I have created is most foul, you are in the process of making your own food - yet you keep coming back to scavenge mine."
Mouth full, "Uh huh."
And in case anyone was wondering, rice and paprika is definitely not the same as rice and curry.
BAHAHAHAHA, my sister needs to get down off her minstral high horse
here is exactly how our conversation went about 2 hours ago
Sister- "JT, why didn't you go to school today?"
Me- "I didn't feel good,"
Sister- "BULL, JT, you need to stay in school, make good grades graduate and take some classes at forsyth tech,"
Me- "Daphne, I really didn't feel good,"
Sister- "JT, don't talk to me in that tone!"
Me- "What tone? I am not using any "tone" NOW I am using a to-"
Sister- "Don't give me that look! If you graduated highschool, and you took a college english course you would know you always use a tone"
Me- "What look?!?!?! Honestly, from the things you just said, I would like to be able to say "it's easy for you to say," but really you didn't graduate from highschool and you aren't taking a college english course, so I can't. Not even with a straight face"
get off your fucking minstril high horse, you are taking a tech college math class, big deal.
I'm not dead!
Ok so I haven't been on this for a while.
Well not much has really happened. Wait..now that I think about it a lot of things has happened.
Let's see...Oh! I got married.(on facebook that is) LOL His name is Bhargav. He is Indian and lives in the Netherlands. He's moving to California sometime in the December. ^_^ He's a sweet guy. I talk to him a lot. He even got me into old school rap. He's in a movie called Omadief (Grandma Thief). I can't wait to see it.
My best friend Sengmolicka's Birthday was on the 26th of July. We went out on the old port and bought cake. But you see she REALLY wanted to go to a real pastries shoppe so I went out the day earlier and tried to find one. I went through every dark ally in the old port and I found SHOE STORES. That was completely useless.
About two days later (July 29) I went to hang out with dreamsofsouls and her 2 sisters. It was fun. We hung around the old port and talked about stuff. We even went to a Thai buffet. (Some of the food was REALLY good but sometimes some of the food makes me a little bit queasy) At 1:00pm dreamsofsouls had to go to her dad's house. I didn't know her sisters very well but I got along with them. (At least I think so...I'm not really sure what they think of me other then the fact that I'm loud..(I swear I'm working on that!) ) Anyways,I didn't want to go home. (annoying father,bratty sister,and naggy mother) I needed a break from all of that. So I hung out with dreamsofsouls's sisters for that afternoon. Her sister (I'll call her Angelique) was much nicer then I excepted. I suppose it has to do with the bond they now share.
Angelique is very interesting. She is wicken and considers herself a vampire. (Although I wouldn't be surprised since her eyes are like 3 different shades of gold. SO KEWL!) But she's fun to talk to. You should never judge a book by it's cover!
Let's see..what else? *thinking* *thinking* *Thinking too much a head explodes*
Oh! My dad is becoming more of a bother. I want to get a job. (and I even found some places that might accept me!) But he says that he doesn't want me to. That made me SOOO mad! My mom is encouraging me to get a job. To get some experience. But my dad is still saying NO. In my opinion I think it's because my sister and I will be handling our family income. My dad can't stand that. I'm just thinking "If he cares SO fucking much about us WOMEN getting the money that we need to survive then why the HELL doesn't he get off his ass and DO something about it?!" It's true. My dad doesn't have a job. (at least not in the summer,only winter) And he's constantly complaining about money but he doesn't do ANYTHING about it!
He also complains that I don't want to be with the family as much as my friends. OF COURSE NOT! Frankly my friends have given me more love then you have given me over the last 3 years of my life! They try to understand me. They try to make things work out. They make me laugh. They make me happy. I LOVE being near them. To make it completely cheesy I guess I would say that they are my personal guardian angels.
Quote:
He that thinks himself the wisest is generally the least so.
C.C. Colton
Well not much has really happened. Wait..now that I think about it a lot of things has happened.
Let's see...Oh! I got married.(on facebook that is) LOL His name is Bhargav. He is Indian and lives in the Netherlands. He's moving to California sometime in the December. ^_^ He's a sweet guy. I talk to him a lot. He even got me into old school rap. He's in a movie called Omadief (Grandma Thief). I can't wait to see it.
My best friend Sengmolicka's Birthday was on the 26th of July. We went out on the old port and bought cake. But you see she REALLY wanted to go to a real pastries shoppe so I went out the day earlier and tried to find one. I went through every dark ally in the old port and I found SHOE STORES. That was completely useless.
About two days later (July 29) I went to hang out with dreamsofsouls and her 2 sisters. It was fun. We hung around the old port and talked about stuff. We even went to a Thai buffet. (Some of the food was REALLY good but sometimes some of the food makes me a little bit queasy) At 1:00pm dreamsofsouls had to go to her dad's house. I didn't know her sisters very well but I got along with them. (At least I think so...I'm not really sure what they think of me other then the fact that I'm loud..(I swear I'm working on that!) ) Anyways,I didn't want to go home. (annoying father,bratty sister,and naggy mother) I needed a break from all of that. So I hung out with dreamsofsouls's sisters for that afternoon. Her sister (I'll call her Angelique) was much nicer then I excepted. I suppose it has to do with the bond they now share.
Angelique is very interesting. She is wicken and considers herself a vampire. (Although I wouldn't be surprised since her eyes are like 3 different shades of gold. SO KEWL!) But she's fun to talk to. You should never judge a book by it's cover!
Let's see..what else? *thinking* *thinking* *Thinking too much a head explodes*
Oh! My dad is becoming more of a bother. I want to get a job. (and I even found some places that might accept me!) But he says that he doesn't want me to. That made me SOOO mad! My mom is encouraging me to get a job. To get some experience. But my dad is still saying NO. In my opinion I think it's because my sister and I will be handling our family income. My dad can't stand that. I'm just thinking "If he cares SO fucking much about us WOMEN getting the money that we need to survive then why the HELL doesn't he get off his ass and DO something about it?!" It's true. My dad doesn't have a job. (at least not in the summer,only winter) And he's constantly complaining about money but he doesn't do ANYTHING about it!
He also complains that I don't want to be with the family as much as my friends. OF COURSE NOT! Frankly my friends have given me more love then you have given me over the last 3 years of my life! They try to understand me. They try to make things work out. They make me laugh. They make me happy. I LOVE being near them. To make it completely cheesy I guess I would say that they are my personal guardian angels.
Quote:
He that thinks himself the wisest is generally the least so.
C.C. Colton
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