I need to vent!

I am tired- I am sick and tired of all this. I AM DONE! I don't want any part of it.

FINISHED!

You know how you have that one side of the family, mom or dads, that is really weird and rude, but you love them anyways.... Mine's not like that. Never has been, never will be. In this case, I am talking about my father's side of the family- the mean, stuck up side. For many many years now, they have looked down on my family just because we are not filfthy rich, and miserable, like they are. Oh so miserable. They think that money can buy love.... If we were rich, would they look at us differently?? If we were not there at Thanksgiving and Christmas and Easter and Mother's Day, would they notice?? Would it even matter? They never approved of my mother when my father brought her back home. You see, I am pretty much full Irish, and that means I have a ridiculously large family- my dad has 7 sisters and 1 brother, and they all have 3-4 kids. Large, right? ANd my Grandmother has 12 brothers and sisters.... We are breeders. So, why don't they accept us? They never invite us to go on their annual cruises or to even go out shopping. I have never spent time with one aunt, alone, to talk. I am always surrounded by my other aunts and their obnoxious kids. I only like one aunt and uncle, and they happen to be my godparents- Aunt Michelle and Uncle Andy and their son Neil. They are the most humble and thoughtful people, but when they are around the rest of the family, they put on that mask and blend in with the rest of the crowd.

The reason for venting is- a couple years ago my dad owned his own remodeling company and he had a business parter who robbed us blind, but during that time there was a mix up with some tile, worth a lot, that was never ordered by my dad and the company wants us to pay for it. But the company didn't have our new address, so they went to my grandmothers house and asked her for the money. Huge mix up and my grandmother is taking it wrong. She has turned into this.... what's the word... Bitch, that's it. Her and her youngest daughter are both being ridiculous and bitches right now. It's gotten to the point were my grandmother called at 6am saying that "This needs to be taken care of. NOW!" You could of said it a little better there Grandma! And even worse is my youngest aunt, the other bitch, does my mother's nails. Awkward....

That felt good. I am so tired of that family. I am NOT going to Thanksgiving. I am NOT going to Christmas. And I am NOT going to any other family functions, I don't care if they are family.

AND they will not be present at my wedding when I get married. HA!

Paradox Statement

The paradox of our time in history is that we have

taller buildings but shorter tempers,

wider freeways , but narrower viewpoints.

We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families,

more conveniences, but less time.

We have more degrees but less sense,

more knowledge, but less judgment,

more experts, yet more problems,

more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much,

spend too recklessly, laugh too little,

drive too fast, get too angry,

stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little,

watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.

We've added years to life not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back,

but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.

We conquered outer space but not inner space.

We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.

We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less.

We plan more, but accomplish less.

We've learned to rush, but not to wait.

We build more computers to hold more information,

to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion,

big men and small character,

steep profits and shallow relationships.

These are the days of two incomes but more divorce,

fancier houses, but broken homes.

These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality,

one night stands, overweight bodies,

and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.

A time when technology can bring this letter to you,

and a time when you can choose either to share this insight,

or to just hit delete...