I just want to let everyone know that Lucky is OK. I know it’s very rare that she misses a posting day (unlike myself, the slack ass of the group) but she is like kind of dying. Seriously she sent me a text on Monday asking how high her temperature has to get before she should go to the hospital. So she is like RULL sick, and then she had all that life ruining dental work done yesterday, but she is a strong girl and SHE WILL SURVIVE and she will be BACK, and thank goodness because this 1 woman circus is not all that entertaining… Gloria Gaynor with me now…First I was afraid, I was petrified, kept thinking I would never live….Anyone? No? Hrmph.
As if anyone cares for an update on the “Road to Find Myself: Stories of a Lost Blogger” there really aren’t any. I’m just as bi-polar about what I want to do with myself as I was 2 days ago. I go from YEAH! I’m moving to LA and I’m going to do something really cool/I wonder which celebrity I can convince to marry me? to wanting to move in next door to my parents so that I don’t ever have to cook for myself or do my own laundry again . I know, it’s called compromise, I have 4 months.. I’ll find it. And if I don’t, there’s always stripping. Also my dad told me the other day that he thinks homeless people begging for money on the streets probably make more a week than I do. So, there’s a thought. “Please help. Will tell testicle jokes for quarters. If a quiz is quizzical, what is a test?” I try really hard, ok? I also firmly believe that I would be a good candidate for Wipeout. I would call myself Frizzy Gizzy, crimp and tease my hair, and act all mad scientist like. It could work.
Anyway, what was I going to blog about today? Oh right, my family. So I helped my aunt throw a birthday party this past weekend for my mom and her son, “Cousin B”… here’s a family tree to help you keep track:
So all is good in the hood, a lot of people showed up… I was running around being super hostess, making sure everyone had enough to eat and something to drink. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Cousin Z was off in a lawn chair sleeping, which he does at every gathering. He was supposed to help with this party so of course I’m like what a jackass blah blah blah.
My family is also notorious for practical jokes. After unsuccessfully convincing no one to smash a cupcake in Cousin Z’s face to wake him up I decided to go for it myself. WAM! Pink cup cake up the nose… mwhahaa. It was bitter sweet. Sweet because I got him good, bitter because he didn’t say a word and just got up and walked away.
The next thing I know it’s 20 minutes later and I see Cousin Z flying out of the house with a pan of baked beans toward 2nd Cousin W, 2nd Cousin S, and Baby D. It was like slow motion, I could hear myself in that low movie voice saying… “NOOOOO…OOOOOOOO” as he dumped the beans all over 2nd Cousin W’s head, all over 2nd Cousin S’s left arm, and all over Baby D’s face.
Of course the whole family goes ape shit because he got beans all over the baby. Yeah, I realize how white trash this sounds, mostly because it is white trash. So we’ve got 2nd Cousin W jumping up and down screaming “WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK!” in Cousin Z’s face all while Cousin S is slinging beans off her arm and 3 month old Baby D is enjoying licking the tastey bean juice off his lips. All while half of the family is coming to me asking why I did that because I knew he would retaliate and the other half is screaming at Cousin Z for throwing beans at a baby.
There were a lot of words exchanged, I offered to out myself and to tell Cousin Z that I was the cupcake culprit (which stained his face pink) and everyone told me not to because that would just lead to more chaos.
So basically everyone left the party except Cousin Z and Cousin B’s half brother D, 2nd Cousin S, me and a few others. I was facebook creeping on the party attendees and noticed that in fact Cousin Z and Cousin B’s half brother D and Cousin S are in a relationship. Really family? We’re doing incest now? I mean I know they aren’t technically blood related, but that is gross, right?
Like what would you tell your kids, um yeah you know your uncle Z and uncle B? Well they are Mommy’s cousins and my brothers. LIKE WTF! The world is not ending, there are plenty of fish in the sea, and we do not need to be doing this right now. I know they’re in high school so the odds of it actually working out are slim to none, but still… I can’t imagine the high school kids are supportive of this. If I knew someone who was dating their 2nd cousin’s brother I would absolutely point laugh and tell them they were going to have retarded babies. They should be ashamed of it. JESUS!! WHAT IS GOING ON!!!?
I need to get out of this country.