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Fourth of July is not a happy day in my house, usually. My mom's mother, my grandmother, died very early in the morning on the fourth of July, when I was six. Sam wouldn't have been four quite yet, I don't think... No, if I was six, usually he'd be four, but that was before Aug 23, so yeah, he'd be three, closer to four. And coincidentally, my mom's father died the day before Mother's Day one year, my dad's grandfather died on Valentine's Day (1 month and 1 day before I was born, exactly), my great-aunt died on either Rosh Hashannah or Yom Kippur; not being Jewish, I don't know the difference or how to spell it...
Every one in my family, both sides, dies on a freaking holiday! (I'm reserving Christmas.)
BUT ANYWAY. Why is my brother a jerk?
Well, that day Mom and I were planning to go to Wet n Wild. Usually I'd squirm out of it some way, because I've had my fill of pools and water parks, and because the Wet n Wild on the Strip is crap compared the one back on I-Drive in Orlando. They don't have those cool big slides, like the Surge, the Fuji Flier, or the Bubba Tub. Or even the Bubble Up!
But I digress. Fourth of July usually ends in an argument between someone and my mom. She has a hair-trigger temper, this makes it worse, so does my brother, and while I calm down quickly, I get angry quickly as well.
I was eager not to be that someone today, so I agreed to going silently and nicely. Daddy doesn't like water parks, he's overweight & currently doesn't have a bathing suit, so he's allowed. (I've also seen him wear jeans for the first time very recently. It was quite odd.)
BUT ANYWAY. (This is very roundabout...)
Anyway, Daddy woke me and Sam up early and asked if we wanted to go out to breakfast. Sam declined, I said yes. So we go and come back; I'm in something of an off-mood. Daddy notices, and I gently remind of him of the day. Which makes him smack himself in the forehead; he reminds me of Grandpa Sam (whom my brother, Samuel James, is named for, in conjunction with Mom's dad), who died on V-Day. "You know, if I think about it, I know my grandfather died on Valentine's, but the day doesn't remind me of him. I don't have a good memory for dates."
(He's famous for only remembering Mommy's birthday because it's the same day as John Lennon's. I don't know how he remembers me and Sam's. He remembers odd trivia very well.)
I left the resteraunt before daddy did, as I usually do. I can't stand watching people eat when I'm not. Hungry or not.
I got back to the house, and Mommy was sitting the living room, looking like she was going to throw hell and expect me to catch it.
Sammy stole $30 from her.
Now. My brother's been stealing money from us for a long time, but he hadn't done it in a few months, so we had all assumed he'd outgrown the habit.
*rolls eyes* My parents always say: Don't assume, because it makes an ass out of u and me.
She had called him at the place where he plays games; he admitted.
Daddy beat him home; he was taking a shower when Sam came home.
Sam's room and the bathroom are right across from each other. I was in my favorite perch in the living room, the arm of the couch right in front of Sam's room and the bathroom.
I could hear everything. Mommy was going back n forth, back n forth between them; yelling at Sam and complaining to Daddy.
*sighs* It was not pretty. I'll save space again and only give you the goriest details: by the end, Sam was saying Mommy and Daddy had planted the money on his table to frame him, because they were jealous that he had a life and they didn't.
For gosh sakes, I knew the boy had an creative imagination, but that's ridiculous. Ludicrous. It's stupid. Mom's petty, but she's very doting and indulgent of my brother and I. *snorts* If she was rich, we'd be those two kids who just had to look at something and say "Mother...?" in a cute, wounded voice, and that something would be in our rooms within the hour. So's my dad, except he's not petty at all. Mommy always says in a proud voice that's he's a role model, with integrity and intelligence and yadda yadda yadda... stuff that lets you know they don't regret their marriage.
>.<;;
The verdict: 30 days restriction. No TV, no video games, no leaving the house.
They're saying that this time, they're going to go through with it and punish him... but considering that Sam's playing the Xbox he got by trading my PS2 without askingas I type... Well, I'm not hopeful. I'm convinced they favor him because they never go through with punishing him. (He's convinced they favor me because they don't punish me, period.)
My mother explained it to me this way, as we were on our way to Wet n Wild. (And no, this is not exact.) "When you were a little girl, you spent all your time with me, and Daddy worked. When Sam was little and you were in school, Sam spent all his time with your father, and I worked."
I blinked a few times, and she continued, "I mean, have you ever seen your daddy real angry?"
Cue another blink from yours truly, and a "I've seen him annoyed... and really annoyed, but not angry."
She nodded. "On the other hand, I fly off the handle at a moment's notice. You're afraid of doing something wrong, because you know I'll kill you." (I laughed at this, because it is so true. My mom is the reason I am the epitome of goody-two-shoes.)
"But" (me speaking) "Daddy is really calm and mellow, and stuff..."
"Exactly. Sam's not afraid."
*sighs*
And all on the day my mom's mother died...
Either way, Mommy and I managed to have fun at Wet n Wild. The wave pool gave us each a headache, which was shameful to my mom who used to skip school and go to the beach... I burned a little bit, because I apparently I didn't put the block on as thick as I should have.. I have a stripe of burn on my stomach, and on my shoulders. Nothing harsh. Not even uncomfortable.
Anecdote: I noted randomly that people would be surprised at how low my sun protection is (SPF 4). But my mom topped me; hers is SPF 2. lol.
Other than that, when we got home, we ordered a pizza for dinner. *shrugs* Nothing big has happened today, so see ya later.
Fourth of July is not a happy day in my house, usually. My mom's mother, my grandmother, died very early in the morning on the fourth of July, when I was six. Sam wouldn't have been four quite yet, I don't think... No, if I was six, usually he'd be four, but that was before Aug 23, so yeah, he'd be three, closer to four. And coincidentally, my mom's father died the day before Mother's Day one year, my dad's grandfather died on Valentine's Day (1 month and 1 day before I was born, exactly), my great-aunt died on either Rosh Hashannah or Yom Kippur; not being Jewish, I don't know the difference or how to spell it...
Every one in my family, both sides, dies on a freaking holiday! (I'm reserving Christmas.)
BUT ANYWAY. Why is my brother a jerk?
Well, that day Mom and I were planning to go to Wet n Wild. Usually I'd squirm out of it some way, because I've had my fill of pools and water parks, and because the Wet n Wild on the Strip is crap compared the one back on I-Drive in Orlando. They don't have those cool big slides, like the Surge, the Fuji Flier, or the Bubba Tub. Or even the Bubble Up!
But I digress. Fourth of July usually ends in an argument between someone and my mom. She has a hair-trigger temper, this makes it worse, so does my brother, and while I calm down quickly, I get angry quickly as well.
I was eager not to be that someone today, so I agreed to going silently and nicely. Daddy doesn't like water parks, he's overweight & currently doesn't have a bathing suit, so he's allowed. (I've also seen him wear jeans for the first time very recently. It was quite odd.)
BUT ANYWAY. (This is very roundabout...)
Anyway, Daddy woke me and Sam up early and asked if we wanted to go out to breakfast. Sam declined, I said yes. So we go and come back; I'm in something of an off-mood. Daddy notices, and I gently remind of him of the day. Which makes him smack himself in the forehead; he reminds me of Grandpa Sam (whom my brother, Samuel James, is named for, in conjunction with Mom's dad), who died on V-Day. "You know, if I think about it, I know my grandfather died on Valentine's, but the day doesn't remind me of him. I don't have a good memory for dates."
(He's famous for only remembering Mommy's birthday because it's the same day as John Lennon's. I don't know how he remembers me and Sam's. He remembers odd trivia very well.)
I left the resteraunt before daddy did, as I usually do. I can't stand watching people eat when I'm not. Hungry or not.
I got back to the house, and Mommy was sitting the living room, looking like she was going to throw hell and expect me to catch it.
Sammy stole $30 from her.
Now. My brother's been stealing money from us for a long time, but he hadn't done it in a few months, so we had all assumed he'd outgrown the habit.
*rolls eyes* My parents always say: Don't assume, because it makes an ass out of u and me.
She had called him at the place where he plays games; he admitted.
Daddy beat him home; he was taking a shower when Sam came home.
Sam's room and the bathroom are right across from each other. I was in my favorite perch in the living room, the arm of the couch right in front of Sam's room and the bathroom.
I could hear everything. Mommy was going back n forth, back n forth between them; yelling at Sam and complaining to Daddy.
*sighs* It was not pretty. I'll save space again and only give you the goriest details: by the end, Sam was saying Mommy and Daddy had planted the money on his table to frame him, because they were jealous that he had a life and they didn't.
For gosh sakes, I knew the boy had an creative imagination, but that's ridiculous. Ludicrous. It's stupid. Mom's petty, but she's very doting and indulgent of my brother and I. *snorts* If she was rich, we'd be those two kids who just had to look at something and say "Mother...?" in a cute, wounded voice, and that something would be in our rooms within the hour. So's my dad, except he's not petty at all. Mommy always says in a proud voice that's he's a role model, with integrity and intelligence and yadda yadda yadda... stuff that lets you know they don't regret their marriage.
>.<;;
The verdict: 30 days restriction. No TV, no video games, no leaving the house.
They're saying that this time, they're going to go through with it and punish him... but considering that Sam's playing the Xbox he got by trading my PS2 without askingas I type... Well, I'm not hopeful. I'm convinced they favor him because they never go through with punishing him. (He's convinced they favor me because they don't punish me, period.)
My mother explained it to me this way, as we were on our way to Wet n Wild. (And no, this is not exact.) "When you were a little girl, you spent all your time with me, and Daddy worked. When Sam was little and you were in school, Sam spent all his time with your father, and I worked."
I blinked a few times, and she continued, "I mean, have you ever seen your daddy real angry?"
Cue another blink from yours truly, and a "I've seen him annoyed... and really annoyed, but not angry."
She nodded. "On the other hand, I fly off the handle at a moment's notice. You're afraid of doing something wrong, because you know I'll kill you." (I laughed at this, because it is so true. My mom is the reason I am the epitome of goody-two-shoes.)
"But" (me speaking) "Daddy is really calm and mellow, and stuff..."
"Exactly. Sam's not afraid."
*sighs*
And all on the day my mom's mother died...
Either way, Mommy and I managed to have fun at Wet n Wild. The wave pool gave us each a headache, which was shameful to my mom who used to skip school and go to the beach... I burned a little bit, because I apparently I didn't put the block on as thick as I should have.. I have a stripe of burn on my stomach, and on my shoulders. Nothing harsh. Not even uncomfortable.
Anecdote: I noted randomly that people would be surprised at how low my sun protection is (SPF 4). But my mom topped me; hers is SPF 2. lol.
Other than that, when we got home, we ordered a pizza for dinner. *shrugs* Nothing big has happened today, so see ya later.
