Today is my dad’s family reunion. I really don’t want to go. Since my aunt has been in the hospital, I’ve seen a lot of these people already. I don’t mind seeing them once a year at Thanksgiving. But seeing some of them as much as five or six times in the past two weeks is just too much.
Part of me wants to fake a car problem. But my mom would see right through that. Notice it would be my mom and not my dad who would be upset. You see, my dad doesn’t like these people all that much, either. But my mom is always the one to worry about who is going to say something. I know my dad’s sisters (they’re not my aunts–my dad is related to them, but I refuse to be) will gossip about me anyway, so I don’t care if I just give them something else to bitch about. I keep telling people that the only reason my parents adopted me is because I look so much like my dad.
It’s kind of funny that as I get older, I realize just how much I’ve become like my dad. It’s not just how I look, either. I have the same patches of gray hair, and I have the same temperment as my dad. But I also have a lot of the same values as my dad. It’s not all that surprising, but it hits you more as you get older. I guess I was about 25 when I realized for the first time that my parents are actually pretty cool.
On a happier note, my landlord was having new windows put in today. It was kinda cool to watch. The worst part of the process was ripping out the old ones.
On a much happier note, I’m going to the ROP BBQ with Frank. I’m flying up there on Friday morning and then leaving Monday morning. I’m so jazzed about this. I need to talk to my doctor this week. I want to know if a suspension would have any impact on my MS. I don’t think it will, other than wiping me out. I’m also looking to pick the brain of a few people and talk about tongue splitting. I’m still thinking about it.
Well, I’ve been putting this off long enough. I need to get moving.
