Sunday=Rant Day

Last night went pretty well, but onto a bitch that I just kind of kept quiet about during the meeting. I showed up Friday night at the theater at 12:40 (since I had to work till midnight). I saw two cars at the theater. If I see only two cars when I get there, I am going to assume that nobody is really interested in doing any sort of rehearsal, and that if there are only two people, it won't even be much of a rehearsal going on, so what's the fucking point of me being there? I wasted gas money to be up there after work, and I don't know if anyone really realizes this, but it's quite a drive to get from St. John to Merrillville and back home to Lowell, especially with the gas prices being the way that they've been lately. So yeah, I'm pissed. At least we're going to do the "Once In A Lifetime" preshow, and that's been decided on, but it would have been cool if we could have come up with something new (even though I've never even seen this preshow before) to take to NYC.

Okay, end of rant number one. Onto rant number two. Mom was kind of pissed that I couldn't go to Casie's baby shower with her yesterday, but I kind of had to work. Not like any of my cousins are holding down a job (that I know of anyway). But here's the kicker...okay, is it just me, or when you have a baby, you get ONE baby shower and you keep the stuff in case you have another kid? Casie already has one kid. She's having another baby. She does not need another shower for another kid. But then again, this is her husband's first baby, and you don't want to gyp him of a shower for his baby. Stephanie isn't even showing yet. (She supposedly has cervical cancer, and she got knocked up again. WTF?! You'd think she'd learn...) Christle is due in about a month. Viv keeps saying, "Oh, she could pop any moment now." (Life is nothing to Vivion unless she overdramatizes it.) And Christle didn't get very good news from her doctor on her last checkup, and I guess she hasn't been back since. (Well, if you smoke and drink while you're pregnant, and don't take care of yourself the way you should when you're gonna have a baby...she should have expected a bad update. But like I've been saying, she doesn't give a shit about this baby. She's only having the baby to keep her hooks in her boyfriends, and oh darn! It looks like she and her baby's daddy are on the outs! Like I didn't see THAT coming.) Casie has--according to Mom--really porked out, her ass has gotten huge, her tits have gotten cow-like, blah blah blah. Elanda is really out of shape since she had her baby, she'll never be a skinny-minnie again, and everyone else takes care of her baby except for her. (Which means that Debbie is doing more work than she should.) Mom said that the shower was a joke, and that there was lots of beer-drinking going on. Real appropriate for a baby shower, uh-huh. I am glad I didn't go, because...I am getting really damn sick and tired of all of my drop-out cousins whoring around and getting knocked up and not doing one damn thing to improve their lots in life and everyone kisses their asses anyway.

I find it very hard to believe that I am related to these people. And I don't want to hear anything about babies for a looooooong time. I don't plan on having kids ever, especially after all of this crap. And don't tell me, "Oh, honey, one day you'll find the right guy and get married and want to have a kid..." Blah blah blah, I've heard it all before, okay? If I want companionship in my life and want to take care of something that I know will love me back, I'll get another dog. And you know what? Mom is cool with it if I choose not to have any kids. Besides, there is a strong possibility that--when you look at my family's genetics--I could have a child with cystic fibrosis. My dad's father had a twin brother who had C.F. and died before he was two years old. Then Aunt Pam has J.R. I saw what J.R. had to go through, and I don't think I could bring a child into this world to suffer like that.