I can't believe its Saturday. I've been waiting for this day for a while. Had my freeloading gramdmother not been here I would be pumping music at its max right now. Too bad though.
Let me talk more about my grandmother for a minute. Many of you think I'm a bitch for hating her, but I have my reasons.
When I was younger, she used to live here in NYC (in Brooklyn more specifically. She nows lives in the Dominican Republic). My sister (older) would love her, because my grandmother loved her back. My grandmother hated me from the start. I don't know why. She would tell my mother to let my sister stay over at her house for the weekend, and not to even bother bringing me over. And if I would go (like I had a choice back then, I was in the early elementary school days), she would make sure I couldn't stay over. I wanted to stay over, because my sister was. You know how it is when you have an older sibling and you wanna do everything they do...or just be with them. She would hate taking care of me if my mother stepped out for a few minutes. I don't know why. I was honestly not that bad a kid back then. I especially wouldn't do anything because I knew she hated me so I thought she might end up killing me one day off the slightest excuse...say me over-toasting a bread. So I would sit idly and talkless where ever I was when my mom left as to not have to bother her. My sister never faced this problem. My sister was happy when we would be going to Brooklyn, I hated it.
Eventually after the bitch [grandmother] got older, she decided to move to the Dominican Republic for good and stay there. She's originally Dominican anyhow. I was a bit older by the time she did this move. However, I didn't want to go to the Dominican Republic (a place which I so dearly love) because I knew eventually we would have to go to her house. She would always treat me bad over there. My grandfather (her ex-husband, I guess you would say) died in 1990. I loved him a lot, he was cool. But by the time he died my grandmother wasn't with him and with another man. Which I also grew up knowing he is my "grandfather" as well. He's cool. In fact, he's
REALLY COOL. He's always pulling pranks and me and stuff. And telling me funny jokes. Usually he's the one that I end up visiting my grandmother for, to see him. He's usually the one that makes my stay at their house cool. Or their visit to my house cool as well.
Anyhow, back to the bitch. On 1995, when I was 12, I visited Dominican Republic for the first time since 1990. I always like staying at my father's side of the family house. Basically at my other grandmother's house (she's definitely cool, and I have cousins and aunts and other relatives there. They usually take me out to fun places and actually enjoy my stay, unlike my other grandmother). And so after staying with them for a few days, it was determined I would stay with my evil-grandmother. I had no choice, thus once again. The plan was that I would be staying with her for a few days, my mom would come to Dominican Republic too, and she would stay there too, and we would go visit places. Sounded like I plan. I would only have to be alone with my evil-grandmother for a few days before my mom would arrive. However, tensions grew between her and I from the start. She demanded I give her all my money from the start since "i had no use for so much money" anyhow. Sure, I gave it to her. Whenever and ice cream truck or anything would pass, I would have to beg to see a little piece of my money. And lots of other minor things happened that just worsened things up. My little cousin was there as well, for the first time ever. He was 5 at the time. And I was supposed to take care of him. So not only did I have to defend myself from the bitch, I would have to defend him as well. Soon after his mother came to stay as well. (This is all part of the 95 summer vacation plan.) My mother came a day or two afterwards. And on the same day she came, my grandmother said I would have to sleep in a small room which we never sleep in. We ALWAYS sleep in "our" room when we go to her house. But since she hates me and stuff, she doesn't want me to have all this comfortbility. So she demanded my mother and I sleep over in the small room while my aunt and cousin sleep in the room we're normally accustomed to. My mom knew nothing of this, so I told her secretly of all the things she had done to me and how she planned on making us sleep in the small room and so my mother confronted her.
My grandmother immediately took that as an argument-starter and so...started bitching away. Its around 11:00pm, their time zone, when this is happening. My grandmother then proceeds to kick us out of the house and deem us not worthy of ever returning. She proclaim she no longer knew my mother as her daughter, or me as existing. We were in sleepwear by the time this all happened. My mother and I left, I demanded my mother back, and told her a few choice words.
Above my hatred for her over all the years prior to '95, she goes and kicks my mother and I out. Great, that's definitely a boost. Funny too how its always my mother the one to help her out with shit. Her other children don't care...and if they do, they don't show is financially or any other way besides "i love you mommy *hug*"
My mother and I were forced to go to one of my mom's aunt's house for the night. We stayed there the rest of the trip. My mom then soon left back to New York and I stayed but went to my good-grandmother's house. Where the summer became a fun one and I ended up not wanting to even leave.
Over the years my mother made up with my grandmother. But I haven't. I don't randomly curse at her, but when she comes to NY or vice-versa, I have little to say to her.
My grandmother tries to do the "oh-nothing-ever-happened" thing, but that just doesn't work with me.
She came for Thanksgiving dinner in 2000 to have a family reunion type thing, and decided to stay at my house. She's been here ever since. Sure she does the dishes every now and then and other small stuff, but she's a fucking freeloader. My grandfather is here too, so he makes it all the better.
The problem is my grandfather had an eye operation here around December, and it went wrong somehow. So he keeps having to go to the hospital back and forth. That's the only excuse I keep telling myself as to why my grandmother is still here.
So there you have it. There's more to it but I'm guessing you are all bored by now, so I'll keep it to that. Now you know why I hate her, and why the past couple of posts I've been referring to her in a negative maner.
Anyhow, on to other things. Today my friends told me we have to do something crazy, and so I'm always up for that. It'll probably involve photography in some sort of way (film? stills? who knows). If its any fun/funny I'll try and put it up on here.
I've had some entries to the
Contest and
Phans section, but I want more. Someone sent in a really crazy one, which is cool, but I haven't put it up because I forget the URL he told me to link it to. As soon as he signs on and I re-get that info, I'll post it up. In the meanwhile,
ENTER THE DAMN CONTEST.
I'm incredibly happy with the number of hits I've been getting. Approximately 500 a day. I know other sites get 5,000 a day, but for a site who has only been open 4 days or so, I think that's pretty good.
Thanks to all you ninja visitors who come here and enjoy the site...yet don't even sign the comments! Heh. I'm just happy enough that you guys are coming, but why not sign the comments and give feedback on whatever it is I ranted on? I just finished ranting on my grandmother, rant about your in the comments. Do you like your grandmother? Hate her? Etc, just rant it in the comments.
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