Anyways….

So I really haven’t felt like writing in this lately. Not much has really gone on, either. I went on vacation with my family and that was a complete disaster. I got told by about 7 people that my sister is an absolute phsyco, and I agree. She went through about 7 guys through the whole week, if not more than that. She even tried with Andy, and only because he went to talk to her while she was in the middle of a drunken break-down. When I sent him after her he said “I won’t sleep with her, I promise.” It’s not like I should have cared if he did. I have K.C., why would I care. It did mean alot to me though that he would say, and do that. For him to have that much courtesy for me to say that was very sweet.

Since I got back K.C. has been amazing, for the most part. There was the fact that he literally yelled at me  in the middle of the WinDixie parking lot to go find something for dinner, so he could talk to some asshole. I didn’t say anything to Freddy when I went inside, but he asked me if K.C. is always like that to me. I said yeah, it’s nothing new. He actually apologized for K.C. and said there was no reason for him to yell at me like that. I was trying to be nice and wait for him to finish talking before I went inside so he could pick something out, I ended up picking what we had for dinner, and cooking, and making their bowls, and bringing them all back into the kitchen. I was really surprised the day I came home though. I came in here and got on my computer because I hadn’t been online for over a week, and he kept asking me to go in the living-room to hang out and talk to him. He never wants to talk to me, he’s always working or trying to sleep. It was nice to actually have him ASK me to hang out with him. That hasn’t even lasted all week though. I knew it wouldn’t last long.

Ed got fired again. So now he is the jobless roommate. he cleaned up most of the is he’s the last few days, I was happy about that. K.C. is quitting his job here soon. So everything is going to be on me here verysoon. Rent, electric, cable, car payment, insurance, gas, groceries, everything. The one thing I refuse to cover is their favorite past-time. If everything is going to be on me, I make the rules.

I’m not overly worried about it though. K.C. finally told Ed that if he doesn’t start paying me 350 a month for living here, he needs to leave. Because we are going to need the money, badly.

I may be going to bar-tending school, something I’ve always wanted to do, but never got the chance. If I did that then I could get a second job at one of the numerous bars/restaurants around here from 9-close on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. That would pull in alot more money for bills. But either way, even if I don’t do that, I’m going to need to find a second job. Yeah, it’s going to suck, but someones got to do it. And lately I’ve been the one that’s got to do the things that suck.

My grandmother had her hip replaced this week. My mother went to the hospital on the day of the surgery and met my grandfather up there while he was dropping her off. Mom was very upset that he left and went home. He didn’t have to work that day, my uncle is a deadbeat, 40 years old, still lives with his mother, doesn’t have a job, and refused to go to the hospital to make sure my grandmother was ok. Mom went over there and I guess drug them both out of bed and to the hospital. Basically saying “She is your wife, and your mother. Have enough decency to be there when she wakes up.” I’m going to see her tomorrow, they are moving her across the street to the rehab center.