Random Thought 6
Family
As I grew up in my immediate dysfuntional family, I had mixed emotions about my extended one. My stepfather disassociated himself from his family, so I didn't have to go to his parents house a lot. That was cool too, I hated going over there. His people weren't very warm, and I wondered were all Creoles like that (at the time I didn't know he wasn't my real father)-mean, talk wierd so you couldn't understand what they were saying about you, oh and give $5 every christmas to me and my youngest brother-but my middle brother recieved nice game systems (another long story in itself).
Very happy when we were no longer welcomed after seeing my stepfather cuss out his parents, stormed out of their house, grabbed us-threw us in the car, and sped off. My mom's family on the other hand....how can I categorize them? They suck. I know everybody says there family sucks, but how many actually mean it? I have known this for a long time now, and can't seem to find anything to not make it so. You already know about the $10 pot luck. That is just a small tib bit.
I guess I can blame my mom for me not really taking an interest in cousin grad parties, family functions and so forth. She always talked bad about them, but then gives them money and they never pay her back, gives them things and never recieves anything in return. I wish she was as generous to her children as she is with her so called screw up sisters, brother, nephews, and nieces. I wish-but wishes are nothing but "ifs" in a realistic world-so I never really need to be careful what I wish for.
So "what had happen was..." there was a block club event. I was asked to help serve the attendees for a small fee. I had already did 3 day 12 hor shifts at the Clinic. I was exhausted, but my mom said they needed servers-I said ok. For $75 I can stand on my feet for a few more hours. My mom is only VP in the Home Owners Assoc (HOA)-she is not the one who calls the shots-mind you she's getting all the food, setting up everything at the park at the crack on dawn.
By seeing all this-this morning, I knew it was going to be a mess. One person getting all this done by herself calls for a big mess. 150 people showed up to be served food and drink an hour late. The President of the HOA didn't help at all, he was to busy singing and performing with what look to be a baby's tambourine in a 40+ "hear a like" Genesis band-living his dream? By the way, they sucked major ass-I rather listen to my dog Snoopy crap on the grassy knoll than hear them play.
2 of my cousins were invited to serve as well. When all was done, we broke down the tables, folded the chairs so that the company, my mom rented the tables and chairs from, can take them away. Here it comes...I'm tired, cleaning up what I can-packing it all up.....it's here....my mom approaches my cousins with money for their services. She comes to me..."do I really have to pay you because they're say'n they have to pay the band." I laughed and shook my head. Those washed up and washed out 40+ white guys who wished Simon Cowell would allow them to be in any part of American Idol because they suck worse than my dog's asshole got paid, and I couldn't get $75? Oh, but my cousins recieved payment-I see.
So, I told her in a calm voice so that I wouldn't make a scene that isn't worth it, "oh Miss Millie, I didn't 'spect those nice white folks to pay me, after all I's just help-what I look like ask'n those white folks fo'money?"
Of course I walked away. She apologized many times, but I told her no matter how much she says it-it really doesn't matter-it was going to happen anyway. The sad part is, if she ask me for help or assistance in anything-that anything will be well scrutinized before I agree. It doesn't matter if it's family or friends-what matters is silly unnecessary $h!t being the result of any scenario. If you know me, I try to avoid it all by any means necessary. I hate to worry or stress over stuff that will happen or will not happen depending on the end result. Sometimes I even look at it as a game, and as I always said "two hardest things I ever had to do, the first is life-the second is living it. When it becomes easy, hell-game over"
As I grew up in my immediate dysfuntional family, I had mixed emotions about my extended one. My stepfather disassociated himself from his family, so I didn't have to go to his parents house a lot. That was cool too, I hated going over there. His people weren't very warm, and I wondered were all Creoles like that (at the time I didn't know he wasn't my real father)-mean, talk wierd so you couldn't understand what they were saying about you, oh and give $5 every christmas to me and my youngest brother-but my middle brother recieved nice game systems (another long story in itself).
Very happy when we were no longer welcomed after seeing my stepfather cuss out his parents, stormed out of their house, grabbed us-threw us in the car, and sped off. My mom's family on the other hand....how can I categorize them? They suck. I know everybody says there family sucks, but how many actually mean it? I have known this for a long time now, and can't seem to find anything to not make it so. You already know about the $10 pot luck. That is just a small tib bit.
I guess I can blame my mom for me not really taking an interest in cousin grad parties, family functions and so forth. She always talked bad about them, but then gives them money and they never pay her back, gives them things and never recieves anything in return. I wish she was as generous to her children as she is with her so called screw up sisters, brother, nephews, and nieces. I wish-but wishes are nothing but "ifs" in a realistic world-so I never really need to be careful what I wish for.
So "what had happen was..." there was a block club event. I was asked to help serve the attendees for a small fee. I had already did 3 day 12 hor shifts at the Clinic. I was exhausted, but my mom said they needed servers-I said ok. For $75 I can stand on my feet for a few more hours. My mom is only VP in the Home Owners Assoc (HOA)-she is not the one who calls the shots-mind you she's getting all the food, setting up everything at the park at the crack on dawn.
By seeing all this-this morning, I knew it was going to be a mess. One person getting all this done by herself calls for a big mess. 150 people showed up to be served food and drink an hour late. The President of the HOA didn't help at all, he was to busy singing and performing with what look to be a baby's tambourine in a 40+ "hear a like" Genesis band-living his dream? By the way, they sucked major ass-I rather listen to my dog Snoopy crap on the grassy knoll than hear them play.
2 of my cousins were invited to serve as well. When all was done, we broke down the tables, folded the chairs so that the company, my mom rented the tables and chairs from, can take them away. Here it comes...I'm tired, cleaning up what I can-packing it all up.....it's here....my mom approaches my cousins with money for their services. She comes to me..."do I really have to pay you because they're say'n they have to pay the band." I laughed and shook my head. Those washed up and washed out 40+ white guys who wished Simon Cowell would allow them to be in any part of American Idol because they suck worse than my dog's asshole got paid, and I couldn't get $75? Oh, but my cousins recieved payment-I see.
So, I told her in a calm voice so that I wouldn't make a scene that isn't worth it, "oh Miss Millie, I didn't 'spect those nice white folks to pay me, after all I's just help-what I look like ask'n those white folks fo'money?"
Of course I walked away. She apologized many times, but I told her no matter how much she says it-it really doesn't matter-it was going to happen anyway. The sad part is, if she ask me for help or assistance in anything-that anything will be well scrutinized before I agree. It doesn't matter if it's family or friends-what matters is silly unnecessary $h!t being the result of any scenario. If you know me, I try to avoid it all by any means necessary. I hate to worry or stress over stuff that will happen or will not happen depending on the end result. Sometimes I even look at it as a game, and as I always said "two hardest things I ever had to do, the first is life-the second is living it. When it becomes easy, hell-game over"
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