Jho's Place

I should call this my family venting blog :)

I should be grateful to my family, and for once I even mean some of my extended family. My mom had invited me over to her house on the 18th to have dessert with my Aunt Adel who is by far my favorite Aunt since she is the only one I really know well. When I showed up, my Uncle Richard and his wife (I think her name is Karen, but I think I am wrong) my Uncle David and Pricilla, and Aunt Adel and Jim were there. Very much a shock and pleasent surprise. My Uncle David sure is a talker and overexhuberant person. He had his digital camera and was taking random pictures of people's ears, noses, and sneaky pictures of Jim since he did not want his taken at all. I thought he would appreciate my picture that I sent out in my christmas cards, but he seemed to occupied with, well being hyper. Later on he wresteled with my parents dog Jake just as aggressively as my dad does. David was literally draggin him across the floor by Jakes back legs.

I have a crazy family and think I have come to the conclusion that I can not handle being around them for more than one evening or day. I was so ready to leave Christmas day when my sister pulled me off the couch because my mom HAD to use it to hold Nolan to let him fall asleep. If she had not yanked me up with no warning and then got mad at me because she thought I was being some kind of jerk I would not have looked annoyed with her. One can stuff ones annoyance only so long, and my defense of being amused had worn off. I was ready to go. Of course I am never let off the hook that easy and thus my frustration level started to rise. I was asked to take my Dad home, no problem, I was asked to make sure to get some Turkey from the house, no problem, I was asked to take Dad home, I already said I would...no problem, I was asked if I liked white meat or dark meat better, I like white meat better...no problem, I was reminded of how mad I was when I got yanked off the couch, where is Dad?, I was asked if everything was ok, I blurt out while my sister is still there, "Ok, I am starting to get really frustrated, and I sometimes I get tired of not being let go when I am ready and need to go from events like this." My sister looks at me with an, "Alright, Jonathan obviously thinks he is more important than anyone" look and walks away. The next day my mom called and apologized about some of the behaviors she needs to change (I should call her and say thank-you for that I guess) and that she wants me to be able to "be myself" around the family. When it comes down to it, I don't believe that about any of my family. It will be an amazing time in my life when I can talk freely to my family like I do my friends.

(I always remember what a concelor said to me once, "Are you trying to make us feel sorry for you?" And the answer then was yea, and more than likely I am doing it again now. lol)

posted by makeisweet @ 7:45 AM