Mother dearest…..

I’m so annoyed with my mother right now.  I usually say that we’re bffs, because we almost always get along, but now I’m realizing that we got along so well because I didn’t live at home.  I don’t know if she’s having a bad week or what, but she’s acting so bitchy.  A few days ago she found out I had an interview that I didn’t tell her about (she only found out because the van died that morning so I had to explain why I really, really needed dad’s car) and she got annoyed that I hadn’t told her.  She kept asking why and I was just like “because I just didn’t,” because I didn’t want to say “because I’m sick and tired of all the job “advice” that you and dad feel the need to give me every single day.”  She gave me the silent treatment the next morning until I was the bigger person and made an effort to make up by going out shopping together.


In my last post I wrote about the night of tv addiction for my family and how they had snapped at me and my sister.  Well, after the show was over I passed my mom upstairs and asked if we had anything we needed to do tomorrow and she was really curt and rude.  As I was walking away I heard my dad ask her what was wrong, and I didn’t hear her whole answer but it was something to do with “having her interrupt the show for the dishes blah blah blah).”  I’m assuming the “her” is Sydney, and she thinks that I made her interrupt the show.  Umm, Sydney always tells Jake when she’s done with her chores, that wasn’t me.  And even if it was, why the hell would you get mad about that?  It’s a stupid tv show and the interruption lasted less than a minute. It just really annoys me that she’s acting like a catty teenager.  Grow the eff up.  And she wonders why I don’t jump at the chance to stay here for longer than I absolutely need to.


TV Addicts

I don’t understand people who are addicted to television.  Don’t get me wrong, there are several shows I like to watch, but I’m far from addicted.  Sometimes I’ll have to spend a weekend catching up on 6 or 7 episodes of my favorite show because I didn’t feel like spending time watching it earlier.  And while I love sports, I don’t tune out the entire outside world when I watch.  I thought my family was the same, but apparently they’re typical American tv addicts.


My parents and brothers really like this comedian’s show.  I don’t know who it is and I don’t particularly care; I’m not one for stand up shows.  He has some good jokes, but I can think of many other things I’d rather do than watch him.  So the four of them (mom, dad, and 2 brothers) are watching a dvd of this guy, and I have to ask them a question about an errand they want me to run so they don’t have to leave, and they act all annoyed that I dared to interrupt their precious tv time for even two seconds.  If it had stopped at that, I wouldn’t be bothering to blog, but then they started snapping at my little sister, who is too young to get most of the jokes, so she gets bored watching.  She had decided to do her nightly chore instead–unloading the silverware from the dishwasher–and went to go tell my brother that he could do the rest when he was ready.  First my brother snapped at her, then my parents–who I expected to yell at my brother for being so unnecessarily rude– practically yelled at her that he “would do it when he was done watching” and that she “needed to be quiet and go somewhere else so they could watch.”


I was like wtf?  Are you seriously yelling at your little four year old because she was telling her brother that she had done her chores and he could do his?  She wasn’t running and jumping around and being a nuisance and she’s been good all day (I should know, since I was the one watching her, not them), so was that response really called for?  She got all upset and I had to calm her down and take her to my room to play a game.  Luckily things like this are not a normal occurrence in my house (that I know of anyway…) but it’s kind of scary that there are a bunch of households where it is.  I feel bad for those kids whose parents choose mindless television over their own flesh and blood…..

Middle Child Syndrome

It’s funny how human-like cats can be sometimes.  Up until September, we’d only had two cats for the past 8 years: Halifax and Charlie.  Halifax is my cat.  We got him when he was 5 or 6, and he’s 15 now.  My poor old baby…..  Then there’s Charlemagne (aka Charlie) .  We got him when he was a kitten, and he’s 8 now.  He and Halifax get along just fine, but he hates other cats.  Hates them.  We tried bringing another kitten into the house a few years ago and he was having none of it.  This time it’s no better.


The thing with a kitten is that, no matter how horribly behaved it is, there’s no denying that it’s cute.  And entertaining, especially compared to the sedentary cats of middle/old age.  Halifax always gets a lot of attention because he’s the first, and now he’s old and skinny and gets so much love because we feel bad for him and know he won’t be around more than another year or so.  Charlie used to get almost equal attention, because six people can only give one cat so much before some of it has to spill over to the other one.  But now that attention’s spilling over to the kitten, and kind of skipping Charlie.  He notices.  He’s started acting out.  You know, clawing furniture, play biting, going on hunger strikes, and just making a general nuisance of himself.  All for a little attention.


I feel bad, so I make sure we have some one-on-one time each day away from the kitten, and it helps a little, but I think what’ll be most helpful is when I get a job, move out, and take the hated thing with me.  I wish I could give Charlie more attention, but the fact that the kitten is going to be mine means that I have to pay extra attention to it, because it has to learn not to bite me and how to play with me and who’s in charge, etc, etc.  Meanwhile, Charlie sits in the corner, glaring at me because I dared to go near the evil little demon 😦

Black Swan & No Strings Attached

I tend to like Natalie Portman.  I mean, I won’t go see a movie just because she’s in it, but she tips the scales if I’m on the fence.  Within the past week, I’ve seen her in two very different roles.  The first was as a talented, but paranoid (re: insane) ballet dancer in the psychological thriller, Black Swan.  I liked the movie, but I didn’t love it.  Idk, it’s just not my genre, but Natalie was very good.  I can def see why she won a Golden Globe and will probably win an Oscar.  Parts of the movie made me a little squeamish though, especially the part where she ripped the skin off her finger. Eww!

Tonight I went to go see her in the Rom-Com No Strings Attached.  Such a different role…..  She plays a medical resident who wants a no strings attached relationship with her friend, played by Ashton Kutcher.  Predictably, they can’t keep it platonic and in the end they get together.  Big surprise.  But it was cute and again, she played her role well.  And that’s really what acting’s all about, right?  Making it believable?

I must say though, I think I like her best as a stripper in The Closer.  I’ll have to thank EK for introducing me to that movie 🙂

Like old times

It’s weird how sometimes it can seem like nothing’s changed.  For example, I was driving to the mall the other day and realized that, between my car breaking down right before I left for college and not living around here for months at a time, I hadn’t driven to that mall in literally years.  Sure, I’d hitched rides with my friends and parents, but I hadn’t gone by myself.  I even questioned if I was taking the right route as I was driving, but my mind and muscle memory got me there without a problem.  It made me feel like I was in high school again.  It was all very odd……

Happy 202nd Birthday Mr. Poe!

I’ve always been a fan of Edgar Allan Poe, who was born on January 19, 1809.  Obviously he had some issues in his life, but that made for some amazing poems and stories.  My favorite (hardly unique) is The Raven:


And this is why I fly Southwest

I saw this article on Yahoo and it was so heartwarming that I teared up a little, so I thought I’d share:


“The most important trips aren’t about getting somewhere. They’re about getting to someone.

But in an age of mounting airline fees, reduced in-flight services, uncomfortable security pat-downs and multi-day delays caused by erupting volcanoes, it’s easy to forget that.

Amid the cries of “I’ve already paid for my hotel!” and “You need to get me to Atlanta!” anger and inconvenience frequently blind us to the fact that travel is ultimately about people. We also forget that airline employees—bound by big company rules and regulations—get frustrated, too.

Enter Nancy, whose travel triumph, tempered by a great deal of sadness, has turned an unnamed Southwest Airlines pilot into an online hero.

Nancy reads a blog by Christopher Elliott, a consumer advocate and journalist, and wrote to him about her husband’s recent ordeal traveling on flights from Los Angeles to Tucson to Denver. Their situation makes complaints about leg room look downright petty.

“Last night, my husband and I got the tragic news that our three-year-old grandson in Denver had been murdered by our daughter’s live-in boyfriend,” she wrote. “He is being taken off life support tonight at 9 o’clock and his parents have opted for organ donation, which will take place immediately. Over 25 people will receive his gift tonight and many lives will be saved.”

So early in the morning, after what must have been a torturous night’s sleep, Nancy and her husband arranged for him to fly from Los Angeles, where he was traveling for work, to Tuscon, where he would step off one plane and immediately onto another one headed to Denver. “The ticketing agent was holding back tears throughout the call,” Nancy wrote. “I’m actually her step-mother and it’s much more important for my husband to be there than for me to be there.”

Mourning the loss of his child’s child, and no doubt worrying about his grieving daughter, he was likely in no state to travel. Airport stress only compounded his despair. He arrived at LAX two hours before his scheduled flight time, but quickly realized that delays at baggage check and security would keep him from making the flight.

According to Nancy, he struggled to hold back tears as he pleaded with TSA and Southwest Airlines staff to fast-track him through the lines that were moving like molasses. Even though missing his flight could mean missing a final chance to see his grandson, no one seemed to care.

Too much was at stake to simply roll over and cry. When he finally cleared security—several minutes after his flight’s planned departure—he grabbed his computer bag, shoes and belt, and ran to his terminal wearing only his socks. The pilot and the gate agent were waiting for him.

“Are you Mark? We held the plane for you and we’re so sorry about the loss of your grandson,” the pilot reportedly said. “They can’t go anywhere without me and I wasn’t going anywhere without you. Now relax. We’ll get you there. And again, I’m so sorry.”

It’s hard to underestimate the courage of the pilot’s decision. The flight, which ultimately departed 12 minutes late, likely had hundreds of passengers rolling their eyes in contempt. And given that any delay has knock-on effects for passengers at the destination airport, his decision placed Southwest at risk of facing the wrath of travelers, and more than a few demands for compensation.

Elliott, who brought the story to the blogosphere’s attention, approached Southwest about the story, half expecting the airline to be outraged by a pilot’s refusal to push the on-time departure.

Instead, they told him they were “proud” of their pilot, a man who clearly understands that taking a child off life support has consequences that run deeper than a flight taking off late. As Nancy wrote: “My husband was able to take his first deep breath of the day.” Hopefully, over time, his daughter can do the same.”