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hollybrooke) wrote2007-11-26 10:59 am
hollybrooke) wrote2007-11-26 10:59 am
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....is she gone? *looks around* Yes, she is.
Not much to say about Grandma Cozie being up here for Thanksgiving, other than I wasn't around much. Before she came up here, Mom said, "Oh, she'll probably be at the mall every other day." HA. Good one, Mom. Because Aunt Ruth is gone, she doesn't have a shopping partner to go with her. So she stayed up here every day and laid around in her Aero Bed, complaining about how much pain she was in and how cold it was up here in Indiana. Friday, she spent about an hour on the toilet. She claimed that it must've been the shrimp cocktails we were having before Thanksgiving dinner, since "it's an exotic food and isn't good on her stomach" and "she never eats shrimp."
Bullshit. She eats out for Chinese food all the time when she isn't fixing herself boiled chicken and all of that other. Guess what they put in Chinese food? SHRIMP!
And the whole time, Mom was pretty civil to her, at least. And I was thinking that since Cozette wasn't out and about, visiting with the other heathen relatives that we have (I guess she wasn't so inclined to visit them since Aunt Ruth is no longer with us...I don't know) and was cooped up in the house with Mom all the time, they were actually....getting along?!
HA. Nope. Just being civil. I was thinking, "Yeah, Mom's just saving face. Wait till Grandma Cozie goes back home. Then Mom won't be able to shut up."
Last night when I got home from work, Grandma Cozie was talking with Dad while watching some Christmas movie. And she turns to me and says, "Holly, you need to think about getting married and having me some great-grandkids."
*rolls eyes* Great. Now she's thinking that since I'm her only living granddaughter (that has pretty much been an afterthought for the last 20-something years), I'm the only one left in our family that can give birth to someone to carry down the name. Or Hunter, whenever he decides to get married and procreating.
Here's the thing. Mom and Gramma Julie have both told me to hold off on having kids, and if I choose not to have kids at all, it's perfectly fine by them. Dad doesn't care one way or another; he says it's my decision. How do I feel about it?...There's the part of me that mostly agrees with Mom and Gramma Julie. It's been hard enough for me to make my own way, and I don't want to bring a child into this world if I can barely fend for myself. I also don't want to bring a child into this world and be relying on the government for a welfare check and be forced to go on food stamps; you grow too dependent on that sort of thing, in my opinion.
Part of me does want to get married and have a kid, but I haven't met the right guy yet. I haven't really had time to focus on my love life, what with school and all. I want to have more of a life for myself before I even think of settling down.
Anyhoo...today, I took Bo to the vet's office for another weigh-in and for his flea/tick and heartworm preventative medicine. He's 73 pounds so far. For a treat, we went and got sausage biscuit sandwiches at McDonald's (and free coffee, since it IS Monday after all, which I am sitting here enjoying as I type this). Today, I also start training for service desk duties at work. I'm not exactly thrilled about it, but we'll see how it goes. I may end up liking this better, and I may not. I don't mind being a regular cashier, but it doesn't pay much...and I don't expect I'll be getting a major pay raise to be working the service desk. (My mandatory pay raise comes around Christmas, as a matter of fact.) I also have a psych test to study for, and to get my mini-writing assignment folder completed for Composition class.
(I should also get on posting at Starbright Continued. I've put it off for a week, but I've had school and work getting in the way.)
Bullshit. She eats out for Chinese food all the time when she isn't fixing herself boiled chicken and all of that other. Guess what they put in Chinese food? SHRIMP!
And the whole time, Mom was pretty civil to her, at least. And I was thinking that since Cozette wasn't out and about, visiting with the other heathen relatives that we have (I guess she wasn't so inclined to visit them since Aunt Ruth is no longer with us...I don't know) and was cooped up in the house with Mom all the time, they were actually....getting along?!
HA. Nope. Just being civil. I was thinking, "Yeah, Mom's just saving face. Wait till Grandma Cozie goes back home. Then Mom won't be able to shut up."
Last night when I got home from work, Grandma Cozie was talking with Dad while watching some Christmas movie. And she turns to me and says, "Holly, you need to think about getting married and having me some great-grandkids."
*rolls eyes* Great. Now she's thinking that since I'm her only living granddaughter (that has pretty much been an afterthought for the last 20-something years), I'm the only one left in our family that can give birth to someone to carry down the name. Or Hunter, whenever he decides to get married and procreating.
Here's the thing. Mom and Gramma Julie have both told me to hold off on having kids, and if I choose not to have kids at all, it's perfectly fine by them. Dad doesn't care one way or another; he says it's my decision. How do I feel about it?...There's the part of me that mostly agrees with Mom and Gramma Julie. It's been hard enough for me to make my own way, and I don't want to bring a child into this world if I can barely fend for myself. I also don't want to bring a child into this world and be relying on the government for a welfare check and be forced to go on food stamps; you grow too dependent on that sort of thing, in my opinion.
Part of me does want to get married and have a kid, but I haven't met the right guy yet. I haven't really had time to focus on my love life, what with school and all. I want to have more of a life for myself before I even think of settling down.
Anyhoo...today, I took Bo to the vet's office for another weigh-in and for his flea/tick and heartworm preventative medicine. He's 73 pounds so far. For a treat, we went and got sausage biscuit sandwiches at McDonald's (and free coffee, since it IS Monday after all, which I am sitting here enjoying as I type this). Today, I also start training for service desk duties at work. I'm not exactly thrilled about it, but we'll see how it goes. I may end up liking this better, and I may not. I don't mind being a regular cashier, but it doesn't pay much...and I don't expect I'll be getting a major pay raise to be working the service desk. (My mandatory pay raise comes around Christmas, as a matter of fact.) I also have a psych test to study for, and to get my mini-writing assignment folder completed for Composition class.
(I should also get on posting at Starbright Continued. I've put it off for a week, but I've had school and work getting in the way.)