So yeah, I went to that National Day of Prayer thing this evening, and to my credit, I made sure I was facing away from the crowd as I let fly with the snarky comments to the photog who was there. But also being the total shit that I can be sometimes, I made sure to ask one of the pastors taking part that why was there no representation of any non-Christian denominations. Of course, I didn't blast him for it in print, because that wasn't the point of the story, but still, it made me feel kinda mean, which is always cool.
My crazy aunt got to see little Hannah today -- the message on my machine said she was beautiful, which duh, of course she is, especially if she looks like me, which, since this is my bio-fam, I'm convinced that every new critter to the family DOES look like me in some way. (There's some strong-ass genes in this pool, I tells ya.) If I don't get out there prior, I'll get to meet her in a couple weeks. Which means I'll also probably run into the
One of the things they like to think they're sticking up my ass is that I'm almost in my mid-30's, and I'm not married, or even close to it, yet. As I think I've mentioned before, my sister married her high school sweetheart and now has the 2 kids -- a boy and girl, with the boy older -- the husband who brings in enough cash that she doesn't have to work and the house. And I'm sure it is the epitome of life for her: The BFKAS and my sibs' father divorced rather nastily, and because their dad didn't pay child support, the three of them made the progression from house to trailer park to crappy apartment to rented house again, and life was awfully tough a lot of the time. So you better believe my sister is hanging on to "the dream," and I can appreciate that ... to a point.
See, I've seen how my brother-in-law has treated my sister in the past when we were speaking to each other. One example? My sister wanted the big church wedding, while her husband wanted to elope in Hawaii. She got the wedding. My brother-in-law didn't really want to have kids, and sure as hell not right away, but within six months of marriage? My sister was knocked up. (Yeah, she told him she didn't want to be on the Pill anymore, so she paid for classes on the Rhythm Method. And he bought into it. Dumbass.) So after they were married and just newly pregnant, her husband had the chance for a big job promotion, but they would have to transfer to Michigan, away from the families. My sister was having none of that, so my brother-in-law tells her, "You got your wedding, and you got your kid. When do I get what I want!?"
What a doll, right? I mean, sure, he has a point, but to level the woman you love like that?
And there are many other stories, like the one where he ended up chucking her Coach bag onto the L tracks after a Cubs game, and the time the Committee went to a Bears game and decided to go strip clubbing afterward, and my brother-in-law got so wasted he passed out in the can, and then upon waking up left the bar and just walked, ending up in a motel 15 miles from the titty bar for the night, leaving my sister to have to drive herself and her year-old baby two hours home not knowing where he was. (We assume he was alone.) And THEN she had to drive the two hours back to pick his sorry ass up. And there is many a story of how my sister, who's two years younger than me, has gone chasing after my brother-in-law when he's out with his friends and made HUUUUUUGE scenes in public places. You get the picture.
If that's what marriage is to them, they can fuckin' have it and my portion, too, because that's not a marriage to me. That's two people who've been together for too long and who took their bullshit to the next level because they didn't know any better, and I want no part of that, thanks. Of course, they don't believe me when I say that, but then I suppose it's easier for them not to since they're so miserable.
Oh, whatEVER. 
