mychai's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Reasons why I am glad to live 12 hours away from home. If my family wasn't dysfunctional, it wouldn't be anything. Remember my Pregnant Sister who just got married? Well, traditionally, this period of married life is sometimes called "The Honeymoon Period" because everyone is all giddy about being married and enjoying all of the Sounds nice and... normal, don't it? Would be nice. My sister (who is on parole for drunk driving and running over a girl who was also high on all kinds of drugs and stumbling down the middle of the street but it was still my sister's fault because she was drunk) has to go in for monthly pee tests. That means, in essense, she knows she is going to be tested for drugs once a month. What does Pregnant Sister do? She reasons that drug tests won't pick up marijuana, so she sucked on her joints like George Burns sucked on his cigars. You and I -- we think, "Hmmm... Drug tests are designed to pick up marijuana." If we were on parole, and freshly married, and had a kid coming for an extended visit in four months, we probably wouldn't suckle the weed. My sis didn't think that. Now, she's back in jail, where she is spending her Honeymoon Period fighting off the "bitches." Sounds romantic to me. My dad is tired of spending thousands to bail her out. So, he is just going to let her sit in jail for as long as she has to. Because the last bit of bail money he forked out has, well... gone up in smoke. My mom has decided that she should fight for her instead. Honorable, I guess. Me? I'm tired of feeling sorry for her. When my sister got me alone with her, she griped and complained at how she was wronged in the whole drunk-driving thing and how our dad was the bad guy in the whole deal because he left her in jail all weekend. It was the weekend, and he couldn't bail her out because the bail collector person was out fishing all weekend. So, I'm tired of playing the game of making excuses. My sister: She's an idiot. (which I can say safely. Anybody else says it, and you get a baseball bat to your knees.) It snowed here alllll day. But not a lick of it stuck. Which is depressing. I love the cold. Growing up in Mississippi, we had winter every year. But it usually landed on a week day, which was spent in school, so I couldn't enjoy winter. Now that I live "up north," we actually have very defined winters, with season-appropriate precipitation. Like I said, I *love* the cold. But sometimes, I want to see some kind of physical representation of my cold suffering before the car heater warms up. Snow is the best because it covers the brown grass, it is pretty, and it is a pretty reminder that it is, indeed, winter. Like you need a reminder. But this winter, it has snowed only three times. And none of it has stuck. Last winter by this time, we had received well over 12" of snow, and all of it had stuck. As Katie Couric says almost daily on The Today Show... "What up wid dat?" I'm not in my prime writing mentality today, so I'll go ahead and close. For what it is worth, keep my sister in your thoughts. Or at least her baby. Or my calves, which are killing me because I did some exercises yesterday and now can only walk while making sounds best described as "porno sounds." I'll sign off today with you thinking what "porno sounds" sound like. 9:10 p.m. - Sun., Jan. 6, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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