The good, the not-so-good
May. 19th, 2003 01:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mayhapConvinced friends to rent Igby Goes Down, as everything else everyone suggested was getting vetoed roundly. Although they yelled at the screen quite a bit, overall they did not regret this decision.
Kieran Culkin cuter than he has any right to be. Also, I still want his scarf.
Am glad friends are in town, as extended family has gone all angsty on me and plans to visit aunt in California and grandparents/aunt/cousins in Sioux Falls looking rather less likely.
See, as far as I can tell, it all stems from my aunt being certifiably pathological. She thrives on strife.
My other aunt and (apparently) my grandmother are easily suckered into her strife.
My mother always manages to be the target of the strife.
My cousins, spawn of the pathological one, have not historically been involved in the strife if they could help it, and have been very close to me, especially Amy. Except now, she's got religion and I've got religious indifference (incidentally, this used to be exactly reversed, except that I never talked about God all the livelong day, nor listened to Christian music either), and I might even say I'm closer to her younger brother and his girlfriend than to her, and I haven't seen any of them since Christmas besides.
Any road, for Mother's Day my mom went up to Sioux Falls and replanted my grandparents' garden, which had gone all empty and weedy over the last few years, with raspberries and peas and tomatoes and all manner of things. The Angst Aunt got wind of this and decided to whip up some nice angst by "suggesting," midway, that the entire garden ought to be chucked because it would be too stressful and that instead, wouldn't it be nice to start a great big fight over the fact that my mom didn't particularly subscribe to theory that no garden is better than half of one. Next thing you know, she's pitching fits about not feeling welcome.
I wasn't here for any of this, of course. I was going to be about for Amy's graduation in a week, but it's not looking like it now.
Honestly. Some people's kids.
Kieran Culkin cuter than he has any right to be. Also, I still want his scarf.
Am glad friends are in town, as extended family has gone all angsty on me and plans to visit aunt in California and grandparents/aunt/cousins in Sioux Falls looking rather less likely.
See, as far as I can tell, it all stems from my aunt being certifiably pathological. She thrives on strife.
My other aunt and (apparently) my grandmother are easily suckered into her strife.
My mother always manages to be the target of the strife.
My cousins, spawn of the pathological one, have not historically been involved in the strife if they could help it, and have been very close to me, especially Amy. Except now, she's got religion and I've got religious indifference (incidentally, this used to be exactly reversed, except that I never talked about God all the livelong day, nor listened to Christian music either), and I might even say I'm closer to her younger brother and his girlfriend than to her, and I haven't seen any of them since Christmas besides.
Any road, for Mother's Day my mom went up to Sioux Falls and replanted my grandparents' garden, which had gone all empty and weedy over the last few years, with raspberries and peas and tomatoes and all manner of things. The Angst Aunt got wind of this and decided to whip up some nice angst by "suggesting," midway, that the entire garden ought to be chucked because it would be too stressful and that instead, wouldn't it be nice to start a great big fight over the fact that my mom didn't particularly subscribe to theory that no garden is better than half of one. Next thing you know, she's pitching fits about not feeling welcome.
I wasn't here for any of this, of course. I was going to be about for Amy's graduation in a week, but it's not looking like it now.
Honestly. Some people's kids.
