Venti Venting...hurray for blogs :)

September 14, 2008

Goodness gracious, what a wonderful idea this blogging business is going to be, I think. Not a day has passed since Davey suggested it and I still don’t even know how to get it started, but already my head is so brimming with junk that I’ve just got to get it out! I am normally not much of a journal person, much less in a form that deals with technology, but I have a feeling this could be a positive form to vent my endless stories. That way all of the ornery comments and cussing that I do in the “inside the head” voice can escape in a gentle hissing flow of steam rather than growing pent up and eventually exploding.
And in fact the adventures began just as soon as I got home from Auntie Marilyn’s last night. I tiptoed in just as silently as I could, but sure enough, “creak. Creak. Creak.” Out she rolls, with comments that I was actually home and that Marilyn should have said I was getting ready to leave, not on my way. She then got all flustered about the back light not going on, and when I tried to let her know that a light was on but I’d turned it off, she simply insisted that there was a light not working and I couldn’t possibly be right. So to show me she creaked out through the kitchen and then expressed her surprise that the light was turned off. Oh brother. She still didn’t believe that’s what I’d been talking about, though. Whatever.
Then today I decided to discover a new method of coping: stubbornness. Now this is a practice not normally in my personality, but certain things can drive it out of me. Or certain people. People like Wilma Schmidt. This morning was rather a minor case, but acting insistent felt quite liberating. It was breakfast time and when Grandpa offered me a ham omelet I decided I just wanted to have cereal and a banana. I know he loves to make me things and so I do normally let him cook for me, but I truly was just in more of a cereal mood than a pig and chicken embryo mood, so he said I could have what I wanted. Of course, Grandma decided an omelet sounded good and spoke up that she’d have one. I relayed the message to him after she angrily shouted it out, and he cutely muttered that he could never understand her because she mumbles so much. Heehee, I was happy to be an outlet for his frustrations and tried to encourage him, though this was tricky since I have to yell for him to hear and she’ll pick up on the slightest thing. At any rate, though, I happily had my cereal, and for whatever reason she just fixated on this omelet thing. She was just obsessed, I don’t get it. She kept on commenting as she slurped and dribbled away, remarking on how good it was and how glad she was that she had it. She told me I “sure missed out.” I finally just told her I was happy for her, that I was in a boring breakfast mood, to which she heartily agreed. But ha. I had my cereal, and nobody stopped me. I was rather triumphant.
Then I got to go work all day, so that was nice. Of course I get home and fix my dinner, and there she is. Staring. Just staring. I smiled rather exaggeratedly back at her. And she stared. I sat as far away as possible. And she stared. Then she asked if I’d ever had a hair cut. Goodness. Oh well, this is quite fun to let it out. And hopefully others can be entertained, enlightened, and encouraged. I love you all J Till next time.