cinder

Jesus...where do I begin?

I'll start by saying I ate way too much this Thanksgiving weekend. Which ended up turning into a disaster...

WEDNESDAY: My mom's birthday, so that was fun. I got her a Bob Marley CD and a Tweety bird calender which she really liked. Went out to dinner at an all-you-can-eat chinese buffet place and tried squid for the first time. Interesting texture...not as bad as I thought it would be either.

THURSDAY: Did the Thanksgiving thing and went to several famlies houses and ate TWO dinners complete with pieces of pie for dessert. Guh...I still feel bloated...Seen ALOT of family that I hadn't seen in a long time so that was nice.

FRIDAY: Had a nice breakfast and got to see my grandpa. Went to an after-Thanksgiving party at my other grandpa's for pizza and salad. Gramps was drunk so that was pretty funny. My mother started drinking about this time. Vodka and Sprite with green olives and lime. Interesting mix but doesn't taste bad at all. I could tell she was getting quite a bit tipsy so I playfully told her to put the drink down and that she was out of control and laughed. Stuff like that. But she wouldn't quit. She had several. Was beginning to get loud and beligerent.

So me, Dave and my sister Rebecca all went down to my tattoo artist/piercer/good friend's house to party a bit. Drank a little of this and smoked a little of that. I got pretty toasty myself. Rebecca didn't drink because she's on meds and wasn't feeling good and Dave was the DD.

My parents show up and uh...well, my mom was PLOWED. Seriously folks. Puh-lowed. Ay...I told her to calm down a couple of times but she would just get offended and changed the subject. Louder than ever and my friend's babies were upstairs sleeping.

Some more people came over and we all played Pictionary. That was really fun.

Then my parents left. (THANK GOD) So the party continues. The phone rings and Sarah says it's for me. I get on the phone and immediately think my little sister, Rikki, is just fucking with me. Then I realize that her hysterical sobs are real because I can hear my mom screaming in the background. Rikki tells me that they are fighting over stupid things and wants us to come down to make sure they chill out.

So we get up and go down there and my mother is out of control, screaming at the top of her lungs that she wants us all out and we didn't even do anything to her. She said she was disowning all of us and that she was "done" with all of us and that her and Rikki would just go somewhere and live by themselves or some shit. She said some pretty hurtful stuff like 'she has to work for her money and she doesn't just sit on her ass and gain weight at her job.' (Which is a pretty funny thing to say seeing how she is a checker at Smith's and I work in Tech Support for an ISP.)

She kept getting nose to nose with Dave and screaming "No, fuck you Dave!!!! Fuck you!" Nobody did anything wrong, I shit you not, and here she is screaming at everyone, saying that she disowns us and that she is divorcing my step-dad tomorrow and kicking him out of the house.

So she got me and my sisters crying because of all the fucked up shit she was saying and Rebecca goes downstairs and calls the cops. Because we didn't want to leave, risking a fist fight between my mom and step-dad.

The cops showed up right as we were walking out and of course we had to talk to them for a while to let them know what was going on. (Which was kind of scary because I was illegally drunk off my ass.) They eventually coaxed my mom to go to bed and Alan, my step-dad slept on the couch. I told him to come stay a few nights with us but he was afraid that as soon as he left, my mom would jump in her car with Rikki in the backseat and get into an accident. So he stayed and we left...

And that was my Thanksgiving weekend. I hope yours was better than mine.

~Cinder~