Saturday, February 11, 2006

So I have one of those Grandmothers...


You know, the kind with nothing nice to say, very critical, unhappy with her life so she takes it out on everyone...

She only calls people that are within her local calling range (despite being particularly wealthy). And she has started a rumor that she is dying...

Ever hear of the boy who cried wolf?

I know, I know, you think me callous and uncaring. I'm trying to think of some kind of iconic figure to compare her with... hhmmmm..... We'll get back to that.

Onto other things, here is a picture of what my dog does while I'm at work all day...


I'm very jealous.

But back to the old bag. She usually doesn't play the death card. She normally sticks with being depressed about grandpop's death (over ten years ago; she's remarried and a millionaire over the lawsuit; not that wealth equals happiness, but she never loved my grandfather, told him so all the time. The only reason they were married is because he got her pregnant with my mom at a precious age and back then, you got married. She also holds my mother personally responsible for ruining her life; and again, she's told her so.)

Here is a picture of my grandmother turned inside out, and without make-up:

Catch you all later. I hafta to call my grandmother, pretend to be concerned about the pain in her arm that she refuses to go to the doctor about. She would call me, but, you know, long distance and all...

2 comments:

Bob said...

Nice new look to the blog.

Kel said...

I like the new site!!

Oh, and I want to mention Mike's ASSPAD, just so I get to write ASSPAD on your comments.

Thanks.