westwind's Journal

Well, here it is, the count down has begun and I know I'm not ready for this at all. Beginning next Friday...October 10th, the relatives from the living-hell-swamp ascend. RUN FOR YOUR LIFE...JON!

They arrive in droves and at all hours, none of which has been made privy to me...so what else is new you silly twit? NC,FL,TN, and Great Britain! That's just what is staying at the farm. They are coming from MI, TX, WV, MA, NY, PA and several other places that I don't wish to think about. Take me away...and I don't mean bloody Calgon!

Out of all of the people arriving for this festive event there are only one or two that I have any desire to see and to be perfectly honest, that's stretching it, and they're my brothers. 

At least I have gotten out of the major party. The black tie affair will go on without me and that's just fine with me. I will go to the cocktail party the night before so I'm not totally looked down upon by relatives...as if they could look any lower. I'm sure some with have some rude ass comments to spread my way but you know what...FUCK 'EM!

With all that I been dealing with, and remain in constant battle with if that's their opinion of me so be it. My aunt has already made a back-handed comment on my lack of attendance to her gala, but if she knew the real reason for me not attending she wouldn't be able to comprehend the facts.

After being up 27 1/2 hours yesterday she asked me if I was depressed! I almost laughed in her face, but kept it simple and said no, I'm just tired! Me depressed? What the hell do I have not to be depressed about?

So all of next week will be spent getting the house cleaned, getting the dog flea dipped...poor guy, getting the furances worked on, dealing with a bunch of bullshit....managers at work and let's not forget the arrival of my wonderful family!

Game plan for getting through all of this...pop as many tranquilizers as it takes and drive myself to the party, so that way I can slip out a side door if the shit starts to roll. I'm sure it will because my brother's charming wife...NOT, will drink too much as usual and open her fat mouth as always and inform my relatives of my feelings towards them and the way they have treated me...which wouldn't be so bad, not afraid of the confrontation for the first time, but the fact that it could mean me having to move out before the Jeep is paid off. Oh well, whatever will be, will be. Thank you Doris Day!