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hollybrookeI should've copied & posted the story from MySpace onto here, but I usually do vice versa--here first, then on MySpace. And I don't even really like MySpace all that much. But in a nutshell, my great aunt Ruth isn't doing too well. She's in the hospital, all of my relatives from down south are up here for her...and it's driving me nuts!!!
Here's the situation. Aunt Ruth has emphyzema, & she's in the IC unit at the hospital. My cousin Vivian (really more my second cousin, but has me refer to her as my aunt since she's dumb & doesn't really know any better) got all of Aunt Ruth's kids & their kids, & their kids (no, I didn't type that twice on accident--her grandkids AND her great-grandkids) up at the hosiptal to "be there" for her. Vivian wanted to pull the plug on her sooner, but here's the thing--Aunt Ruth is coherent. Vivian has all of these kids up there to cause havoc & drama, & then blurts out to Aunt Ruth that she's dying. For crying out loud, that's the last thing she needs to hear! She's only going to panic even more! Vivian wanted to pull the plug on her before even my grandma & my great uncles got up here!! She thinks she knows what's in Ruth's best interests, & she doesn't even know her own head from her ass. It's mayhem, & it's cruel. Then we were all in a panic because it was taking quite a while for my Uncle Glen (great-uncle, really) & Aunt Roberta to get up here from Houston, & there was a wonderful game of phone-tag going on all day between us here at my house & them at the hospital regarding that. (And I swear to God...if any of them call up here ONE MORE TIME & I say "Hello?" & they respond with "Who's this?" I'm going to be a total smart-ass & respond, "I dunno, who the hell is this?" or "You should know, you called me, duh" or totally pull a random name out of my ass, like Elaine Lipshitz, because they always do this. It's totally rude, makes them sound as dumb as they are, & I'm tired of it.)
But you know...having said all that, it may seem like Vivian was blowing it all out of proportion (like she usually does), but it really doesn't look good. What we need to be doing is praying for her instead of jumping to conclusions & pulling the plug on her sooner than we need to. I don't understand the people on this side of the family at all, I really don't.
My patience for old people is really being pushed to the limit even more than usual. You know, last Thursday I thought I was going to get a day off from working the senior citizen day, but then one of the managers at one of the Merrillville stores went & got himself fired. So Patti had to go fill in there instead of working at our store like she scheduled. Which left ME to work it. God, I can't get a break. And now we have Grandma Cozie & Uncle James staying with us. I can deal with Grandma Cozie, I will admit. It's not as bad as it was in the past, but that's an entirely different story. Uncle James...he's drunk half the time, we can't understand what he's saying 90% of the time, he smokes like a chimney. Hunter has retreated down to the basement (his little sanctuary) for the duration of their visit.
Onto Hunter! He wiped out on his scooter/motorbike a few days ago! And right before Grandma Cozie & Uncle James got in! His face got all banged up. Mom called me up at work when it happened, & she made it sound worse than it was. It doesn't really look that bad, in my opinion. Maybe it looked worse when it happened. All I know is I've seen worse. It'll heal. Yesterday he & I went to the mall to escape the house for a few hours, & we were bored out of our minds. Seriously, the mall has gotten B-O-R-I-N-G. No cool stores anymore. Everything is either overpriced shit from Abercrombie & Fitch, or Hot Topic sellouts, or whatever. One of these days, I'm going to take a drive out to Orland Square where the cool stores are.
Nothing good on TV during the day. Either stupid court shows, or talk shows (I HATE "THE VIEW") or "Little House On The Prairie." You know, I loved the books when I was a kid, but I can't stomach the TV show. Mainly because I was such a voracious Laura Ingalls Wilder fan when I was in fifth grade (hell, I went to see her house in Mansfield, Missouri...and Laura Ingalls Wilder REALLY WAS THAT SMALL!! There's a reason why her Pa called her "little half-pint!" Her kitchen was tiny!! Alamnzo built it to her needs!), & I know that half of the crap on the TV show never happened to the Ingalls family or to Laura & Almanzo in real life. It's just crap Michael Landon felt the need to make a moralistic show out of.
Here's the situation. Aunt Ruth has emphyzema, & she's in the IC unit at the hospital. My cousin Vivian (really more my second cousin, but has me refer to her as my aunt since she's dumb & doesn't really know any better) got all of Aunt Ruth's kids & their kids, & their kids (no, I didn't type that twice on accident--her grandkids AND her great-grandkids) up at the hosiptal to "be there" for her. Vivian wanted to pull the plug on her sooner, but here's the thing--Aunt Ruth is coherent. Vivian has all of these kids up there to cause havoc & drama, & then blurts out to Aunt Ruth that she's dying. For crying out loud, that's the last thing she needs to hear! She's only going to panic even more! Vivian wanted to pull the plug on her before even my grandma & my great uncles got up here!! She thinks she knows what's in Ruth's best interests, & she doesn't even know her own head from her ass. It's mayhem, & it's cruel. Then we were all in a panic because it was taking quite a while for my Uncle Glen (great-uncle, really) & Aunt Roberta to get up here from Houston, & there was a wonderful game of phone-tag going on all day between us here at my house & them at the hospital regarding that. (And I swear to God...if any of them call up here ONE MORE TIME & I say "Hello?" & they respond with "Who's this?" I'm going to be a total smart-ass & respond, "I dunno, who the hell is this?" or "You should know, you called me, duh" or totally pull a random name out of my ass, like Elaine Lipshitz, because they always do this. It's totally rude, makes them sound as dumb as they are, & I'm tired of it.)
But you know...having said all that, it may seem like Vivian was blowing it all out of proportion (like she usually does), but it really doesn't look good. What we need to be doing is praying for her instead of jumping to conclusions & pulling the plug on her sooner than we need to. I don't understand the people on this side of the family at all, I really don't.
My patience for old people is really being pushed to the limit even more than usual. You know, last Thursday I thought I was going to get a day off from working the senior citizen day, but then one of the managers at one of the Merrillville stores went & got himself fired. So Patti had to go fill in there instead of working at our store like she scheduled. Which left ME to work it. God, I can't get a break. And now we have Grandma Cozie & Uncle James staying with us. I can deal with Grandma Cozie, I will admit. It's not as bad as it was in the past, but that's an entirely different story. Uncle James...he's drunk half the time, we can't understand what he's saying 90% of the time, he smokes like a chimney. Hunter has retreated down to the basement (his little sanctuary) for the duration of their visit.
Onto Hunter! He wiped out on his scooter/motorbike a few days ago! And right before Grandma Cozie & Uncle James got in! His face got all banged up. Mom called me up at work when it happened, & she made it sound worse than it was. It doesn't really look that bad, in my opinion. Maybe it looked worse when it happened. All I know is I've seen worse. It'll heal. Yesterday he & I went to the mall to escape the house for a few hours, & we were bored out of our minds. Seriously, the mall has gotten B-O-R-I-N-G. No cool stores anymore. Everything is either overpriced shit from Abercrombie & Fitch, or Hot Topic sellouts, or whatever. One of these days, I'm going to take a drive out to Orland Square where the cool stores are.
Nothing good on TV during the day. Either stupid court shows, or talk shows (I HATE "THE VIEW") or "Little House On The Prairie." You know, I loved the books when I was a kid, but I can't stomach the TV show. Mainly because I was such a voracious Laura Ingalls Wilder fan when I was in fifth grade (hell, I went to see her house in Mansfield, Missouri...and Laura Ingalls Wilder REALLY WAS THAT SMALL!! There's a reason why her Pa called her "little half-pint!" Her kitchen was tiny!! Alamnzo built it to her needs!), & I know that half of the crap on the TV show never happened to the Ingalls family or to Laura & Almanzo in real life. It's just crap Michael Landon felt the need to make a moralistic show out of.
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hey hun
Date: 2006-06-19 03:58 pm (UTC)Its true about the mall these days. the only good store i think they will have soon is borders. I only say that cause it is a bookstore lol.
Hope Hunter feels better after his wipeout.
Are you going to be at Rocky this weekend i forget if you said you were or not doll.
*hugs* love ya Holly.
Re: hey hun
Date: 2006-06-19 04:28 pm (UTC)