Miss Ataxia: Annoyed

Dad was telling me something in confidence about my mom. About how she was starting to do things that annoyed him. I told him that I understood where he was coming from. She told me that I wouldn't have to take care of the bathroom, that it wasn't my chore anymore, that it was going to fall to someone else. Guess what it hasn't been cleaned, and she told me to help. I told him that and he turned around and told her. She got mad.

She also got mad because I'm treating people like I'm in charge when she's not around. Why do I do this? Because no one will get off their lazy ass and do anything. I have to ask them to help with the laundry. I have to ask them to help with the dishes. And when they don't do anything I get in trouble for not making sure that the have done anything around the house.

And now Chels is being a problem too. She's acting like since she's married and not living at home (but she's here for a year) that she's better than everyone in the house. She talks down to people, she doesn't do anything but work and hang out with here friends, and she just butts into conversations putting in her two cents. I'm actually looking forward to her leaving.

I want the house to be back to the way it was. But at the same time I don't want to be here at all.

Miss Ataxia: She's coming back but not her room.

There is a convention going on here in town, Nekocon. Alas I can not go, seeing as how I've got so much to do around the house. I'm moving my stuff from my current room into the room that was recently vacated by my sister. Whom happens to be coming back here in a few weeks.

Why, may you ask? My brother in law is being deployed, to the desert, for a year. So she'll be back here for the year. Means I can have her back. You never realize how much you become a hermit when you don't have the people in your life that drag you out of the house and become a somewhat social creature. I really miss her. You have no idea.

Hopefuly I can get all this crap done. I need it done by Sunday. The cat is freaking out. He's known me to be in this room literally his entire life. He's going from room to room looking at me like he doesn't realize that I'm making it better for him. Hopefully it will all be ok.

Miss Ataxia: Missing Her

She's gone to Kansas. I haven't seen her in what feels like forever. It's almost scary thinking about it. I've seen her almost everyday for the past 20 years and now that she's gone I kind of don't know what to do with my spare time. Her hubby will be leaving soon to go overseas. The sandbox of all places. What I think is odd about him in the army is that he's actually in and at the same cav scout group and fort as someone that I went to highschool with. Will I tell said schoolmate that my baby sister is there? Absolutely not cause I'll cut his balls off if he freaking talks to her.

On a side note, someone has a facebook. I've seen it. Although he has no info or pic or anything on his page. Lame.

Miss Ataxia: Dissappointed

Hurricane Earl was supposed to hit here yesterday. What did we get? Nothing but some sprinkles. Which makes me mad seeing as how I was really looking forward to a real storm. I hate you earl for getting my hopes up.

I got my replacement car. '99 Lumina in Jade green. Has what seems like a million miles on it but I'm not worried. Runs great.

Miss Ataxia: Totaled

So has I've stated before my van was hit. Got the word on how bad it is.

TOTALED

I'm so mad. REALLY PISSED. So now we are going to have to look for a car, a used one. Seeing as how I refuse to make car payments on a car that I had no choice on getting. So far I've found a '03 Neon for 3218. And a 94 Thunderbird for almost 5. Soooo yeah. Dad is trying to make me drive his explorer. It's almost a foot off the ground. And in order for me to reach the pedals I have to put the seat forward to where the steering wheel is practically in my face. I refuse.

Miss Ataxia: shocked and PISSED

So here I am, laying in bed, trying to sleep seeing as how I have to get up and go to work in the morning. And what do I hear? I hear something loud. I hear the dogs barking. I hear my dad running to the front door. Just as I open my shade I see a little four door car smash into my van. He then proceeded to swerve to the left and up into the yard of the people across the street.

I WATCHED HIM HIT MY VAN! Not just my van, my GRANDFATHER'S VAN! He smashed in where the gas tank door is. He hit it so hard the right side hit the curb and my hub cap came off.

MY VAN BETTER LOOK AWESOME!

Taken advantage of

If my mother only knew how badly she hurt me today. Chels is going to be leaving this week. She's going to be going to Kansas. My baby sister, one of my best friends is moving away this week. So my parents are going to rent a uhaul and pack all her stuff up and drive out there to help her unpack. They will be there the first week of August. I'm fine with that.

I only see my boyfriend once a week due to distance and conflicting work schedules. So we are trying to find ways of spending more time together. His parents are going out of town the 4th-10th. And since they don't really like me staying out there when they are there I stay out there when they are not. Thats fine.

Why am I upset/hurt? My mother feels like it's not fair to my brother and sister if I was gone for 5 days. They know how to cook, clean, and do laundry. Not to mention take care of the animals. She takes advantage of me. If I suddenly stopped giving a rat's ass about anything in this house it would go to hell. She got mad at me cause I wanted to spend more time with him. My brother just got to go on vacation with his girlfriend and her parents. He gets to see her multiple times a week. My sister doesn't have job. She doesn't drive my brother to work. She doesn't pull her weight around the house. And when I do ask her to do something she gets mad at me and tells me not to tell her what to do, why? Because I'm not her mother, as she so often yells at me. And yet with her having no job, and not pulling her weight around the house my mother continues to give her money for gas in her car. Have I talked to my mother about it? Yes. She tells me to tell her that she said for her to do it. She also tells me to call her at work. On the other hand she also tells me that I should handle it on my own. I'm not going to go whining to her. I'm not 13. I'm not going to go saying "I'm going to tell mom". I'm not 13. How can I handle it when my sister screams in my face to the point I have to walk away or I'm going to get in a fight with her? I'm 24. I want to be treated like I'm 24. I want respect.

I feel completely taken advantage of. I work 5 days a week. Plus I do things around the house and she never even says thank you. I don't get money. I don't get anything. If I could afford to move out I would have done so ages ago. But I can't. So I'm stuck feeling like a freaking slave.