So, my sister's in a lot of trouble...
Ok, its probably not a LOT, but it is creating very unnecessary tension at home. Where do I start? Chronological order would be best. I guess it all started last summer when I came home from school in Halifax; I noticed something different about family interaction. My sister talked back. It was the first night of having dinner together since I had been away and it finished with my sister telling my dad to suck my dick. and left me with my jaw in my lamb and mint sauce. For that, I would have been bruised. Regardless...there had been a bit of a power shift since I had been gone. My sister, now boy / make-up / drug crazed has lost all respect for people of authority and tenure. I know that everyone goes through a rebellious stage but, that / this is just insanity (for me).
When I was out east, I bought myself a peppy little 1995 Dodge Neon named Penny. She was the replacement for my first car, a 1991 Mercury Topaz named Tracey. I left Tracey at home when I was away at school because she wouldnt have made the trip in one piece...or lead me out of the GTA for that matter. I needed a car in Halifax because I was living about 20 minutes outside of the city, which is why I bought Penny. When I was away, I told my sister that I had no problem with her driving Tracey as long as she didnt smoke or fuck in her. Both were not honoured. Anyway, I come home with Penny and I told my sister she could keep driving Tracey until I sold her. Then out of nowhere, she starts crying to mom and dad about how unsafe and how much of a death trap Tracey is! I dont know if youve ever been in or driven a Topaz, but they are tanks. Winter driving in especially nice because it has a great (controlled) slide. I still havent felt so comfortable in a car...So basically, I knew it was bullshit and that my sister thought Tracey was ugly.
*tangent*
Tracey was ugly. I bought her from my old neighbour for mere $1000 cash, no tax. There was no rust, but a few dings and oxidation. The reason why I named her that was because when I think of the name Tracey, I think of a butchy, mean looking broad. But if you get to know her, shes very kind and willing to help you out in any way possible. And how. This was my Tracey, in a nutshell.
*end*
Now my sister is very dramatic and over the top with everything she does in attempt to seek attention. How could she possibly enforce to my parents that this car was unsafe for her to drive? How about...attempting suicide? Sure, sounds efficient. Basically, she told my parents that she had tried to kill herself because she felt she might as well, seeing as how shes driving a death trap. They bought it. I never even found out how this attempted suicide went down...So my dad approaches me (by offering to take me out to dinner. I know its obvious, but hey, free meal at a place of my choosing) and asks, in so many words, if Id mind taking Tracey back and letting my sister drive Penny. What the fuck? Arent these...my cars? There was a catch. If I did so, it would save the family some unwanted grief and my dad would pay for my insurance and let me drive either of my parents cars when I was in need of something more reliable. Sold.
Where was I going with this? Oh, right. So now Penny sits in our driveway, neglected. My sister bikes to my dads work every day and takes his car. I tried to start Penny last night and she didnt make a fucking noise. Not even a click. All four tires are flat and there is some major rust happening around the trunk that doesnt open. I could probably sell it for scrap considering I paid about $3000 for it and the repairs would be around that too. Obviously, Im not the only one whos pissed about this. My dad also feels bad about my situation and how it turned out for me. She dissed Tracey and broke Penny. Im not too concerned because I have an *actual* new car now. A 2003 Pontiac Vibe (name suggestions welcome!) So yeah, that was example one.
Ill provide the most recent example for fear of wasting away another hour with my ramblings.
Everyone in my family has a cell phone. Theyre all the same. Well, were all the same. My dad had a promotion through work for a cell phone package that was pretty damn good. So he took it. He also took care of the bills. My sister was going over our designated minute mark on a monthly basis with calls to her boyfriend in Barrie (who was a lot older, rude and never came to meet our family). Now, eventually she broke up with dickhead, as my mom liked to call him, and in return for doing so was bought a puppy. The puppy is a Jack-Pekingese cross named Sally (awful pet name, I know). My sisters room is a mess and for a while, she kept the dog in there with her at night even though she was to be crate trained. One night she happened to leave her cell phone on the floor and Sally out of her crate. As you can imagine, something kind of hard for a puppy to possibly chew is not really a possibility at all.
She approached my dad with her little problem, nearly in tears due to lack of communication with the outside world. My dad asked and was told that something could be done to remedy the situation...Something very, very easy. If my sister paid $1; a loonie; four quarters, et cetera...She could have a new phone. Wow, easy choice, no? No. She was working part time at Jacob Annex and getting about 10 hours a week at close to minimum wage (bi-weekly pay-cheques). What would you do with your $250 payday? Would you forfeit a cell phone that will cost you $1 and buy a fancy-ass-top-of-the-line-everyone-will-love-me-more-phone? Well, thats exactly what she did! Do you remember at the start of Who Framed Roger Rabbit when the mom leaves Roger in charge of the baby and when she closes the door he turns to find the baby going for the cookie jar atop the fridge and his face and body freak out? That was my dad, only with anger replacing worry and surprise. They didnt talk for weeks afterwards.
The best part? After that incident, my sister asked for the car and spending money for the night because her money was gone.
Right now, shes just landed a full time job in a Sprint Canada call centre. She hasnt started yet, and shes been talking to my dad about helping her finance a car. Shes also been having sex with this boy for a few months now and no one in my family has met him (but we still know).
I lost where I was going with this while I was on my lunch break...Sorry about that. Next time will have more flow, promise.
Ok, its probably not a LOT, but it is creating very unnecessary tension at home. Where do I start? Chronological order would be best. I guess it all started last summer when I came home from school in Halifax; I noticed something different about family interaction. My sister talked back. It was the first night of having dinner together since I had been away and it finished with my sister telling my dad to suck my dick. and left me with my jaw in my lamb and mint sauce. For that, I would have been bruised. Regardless...there had been a bit of a power shift since I had been gone. My sister, now boy / make-up / drug crazed has lost all respect for people of authority and tenure. I know that everyone goes through a rebellious stage but, that / this is just insanity (for me).
When I was out east, I bought myself a peppy little 1995 Dodge Neon named Penny. She was the replacement for my first car, a 1991 Mercury Topaz named Tracey. I left Tracey at home when I was away at school because she wouldnt have made the trip in one piece...or lead me out of the GTA for that matter. I needed a car in Halifax because I was living about 20 minutes outside of the city, which is why I bought Penny. When I was away, I told my sister that I had no problem with her driving Tracey as long as she didnt smoke or fuck in her. Both were not honoured. Anyway, I come home with Penny and I told my sister she could keep driving Tracey until I sold her. Then out of nowhere, she starts crying to mom and dad about how unsafe and how much of a death trap Tracey is! I dont know if youve ever been in or driven a Topaz, but they are tanks. Winter driving in especially nice because it has a great (controlled) slide. I still havent felt so comfortable in a car...So basically, I knew it was bullshit and that my sister thought Tracey was ugly.
*tangent*
Tracey was ugly. I bought her from my old neighbour for mere $1000 cash, no tax. There was no rust, but a few dings and oxidation. The reason why I named her that was because when I think of the name Tracey, I think of a butchy, mean looking broad. But if you get to know her, shes very kind and willing to help you out in any way possible. And how. This was my Tracey, in a nutshell.
*end*
Now my sister is very dramatic and over the top with everything she does in attempt to seek attention. How could she possibly enforce to my parents that this car was unsafe for her to drive? How about...attempting suicide? Sure, sounds efficient. Basically, she told my parents that she had tried to kill herself because she felt she might as well, seeing as how shes driving a death trap. They bought it. I never even found out how this attempted suicide went down...So my dad approaches me (by offering to take me out to dinner. I know its obvious, but hey, free meal at a place of my choosing) and asks, in so many words, if Id mind taking Tracey back and letting my sister drive Penny. What the fuck? Arent these...my cars? There was a catch. If I did so, it would save the family some unwanted grief and my dad would pay for my insurance and let me drive either of my parents cars when I was in need of something more reliable. Sold.
Where was I going with this? Oh, right. So now Penny sits in our driveway, neglected. My sister bikes to my dads work every day and takes his car. I tried to start Penny last night and she didnt make a fucking noise. Not even a click. All four tires are flat and there is some major rust happening around the trunk that doesnt open. I could probably sell it for scrap considering I paid about $3000 for it and the repairs would be around that too. Obviously, Im not the only one whos pissed about this. My dad also feels bad about my situation and how it turned out for me. She dissed Tracey and broke Penny. Im not too concerned because I have an *actual* new car now. A 2003 Pontiac Vibe (name suggestions welcome!) So yeah, that was example one.
Ill provide the most recent example for fear of wasting away another hour with my ramblings.
Everyone in my family has a cell phone. Theyre all the same. Well, were all the same. My dad had a promotion through work for a cell phone package that was pretty damn good. So he took it. He also took care of the bills. My sister was going over our designated minute mark on a monthly basis with calls to her boyfriend in Barrie (who was a lot older, rude and never came to meet our family). Now, eventually she broke up with dickhead, as my mom liked to call him, and in return for doing so was bought a puppy. The puppy is a Jack-Pekingese cross named Sally (awful pet name, I know). My sisters room is a mess and for a while, she kept the dog in there with her at night even though she was to be crate trained. One night she happened to leave her cell phone on the floor and Sally out of her crate. As you can imagine, something kind of hard for a puppy to possibly chew is not really a possibility at all.
She approached my dad with her little problem, nearly in tears due to lack of communication with the outside world. My dad asked and was told that something could be done to remedy the situation...Something very, very easy. If my sister paid $1; a loonie; four quarters, et cetera...She could have a new phone. Wow, easy choice, no? No. She was working part time at Jacob Annex and getting about 10 hours a week at close to minimum wage (bi-weekly pay-cheques). What would you do with your $250 payday? Would you forfeit a cell phone that will cost you $1 and buy a fancy-ass-top-of-the-line-everyone-will-love-me-more-phone? Well, thats exactly what she did! Do you remember at the start of Who Framed Roger Rabbit when the mom leaves Roger in charge of the baby and when she closes the door he turns to find the baby going for the cookie jar atop the fridge and his face and body freak out? That was my dad, only with anger replacing worry and surprise. They didnt talk for weeks afterwards.
The best part? After that incident, my sister asked for the car and spending money for the night because her money was gone.
Right now, shes just landed a full time job in a Sprint Canada call centre. She hasnt started yet, and shes been talking to my dad about helping her finance a car. Shes also been having sex with this boy for a few months now and no one in my family has met him (but we still know).
I lost where I was going with this while I was on my lunch break...Sorry about that. Next time will have more flow, promise.
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and >_< sorry about your sister, i have a sister in law who acts the EXACT same way, frightening really O_O