scarletharlet

So it's over everyone has gone home. I sad and happy. I miss my mom, her visit was good, even her dogs where good. Thats amazing.

I hate when people tell me that they have a bad time with me, or a bad trip to visit. Mostly I feel rotten for not making it better. But this time, I when't out of my way to make this person happy (not my Momma), I mean REALLY outta my way. They where asleep, woke up didn't like the music in the car, bitched about it, so I changed it. With out a word, even though it's in one of my all time top five bands.

She asked for me to change the channel on tv even though the other five people in the room liked the show. We left the beach cuz she was to cold. It's the oregon beach in late december, oh well.

It just really bothered me that I kept chainging things for her, to her whims and wants. And she gets home to tell us, she had a bad trip. She explained it's not my fault, she has other things going on but yeah. It seemd like she blames me.

Other then that the holidays where good.

It is nice to have my home back to normal.