Ok.... Where should i begin??
My dad is the parent who is over controlling. Everything has to be his way or the highway. He talks to us about our mom or my brother and will roll his eyes as if we are on his side agreeing with him. He can be a hypocrite and over dramatic about everything.
Jonathan just took my salad and ate it because when my mom was telling me to stop complaining about there being no food in the house he thought he was teaching me a lesson. I love how he was complaining to me about the same exxact thing. He gets in peoples business and acts just like my dad sometimes.
My mom can be a little crazy sometimes. What really gets me annoyed is how she treats us all different. She is more strict with my sister and i than she is with david and jonathan. She complains alot about things around the house and how no one helps her which is not true.
David get away with about everything. If he does get caught its the same thing every time. He gets yelled at. He is told to say sorry. He does it again. THis happens all the time. SOmetimes i feel like punching him because he can hit, kick, talk horribly and no one does anything.
How You Doin???
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Thursday, August 16, 2012
On the road to vermont we stopped at friendlys to use the bathroom which is connected to a hotel. Of coourse no non hotel guests are alllowed in but we us it any way. WE go in thinking their is no one in there and start talking dramatic and saying how the hotel is AMAZING and how the roms and food are great. We are in the stalls and francesca drop feminine poducts and then drops it again and rolls to my side and i say,"Hey keep that to your side." We start laughing like crazy. Then Fran says ,"Hey...I think theres hair in my butt!!!" I said ,"What do you mean, like hair from your head?" She says yeah. We start laughing again. I leave the stall first and wahs my hands. Someone comes out of a stall. LOL. I tried so hard not to laugh. a lady comes in to the bathroom and gives me a weird look. I left the water running (thinking it would turn off automatically) and my sweatshirt on the counter and start drying my hands. Both women know who each other are. The older one says whose sweatshirt that is and the other one clears her hroat and looks at me. I stood under the dryer looking at them still trying not to laugh. They both leave slowly still looking at me, the sweatshirt, and the running water. Fran gets out aand i tell her the story and we laugh like crazy!!!!