Sisters are doing it for themselves..
Sisters are doing it for themselves..
If sisters were free to express how they really feel, parents would hear this: “Give me all the attention and all the toys and send Rebecca to live with Grandma.” ~Linda Sunshine
Just had a fab weekend with the skin and blister from Holland, herself and her lovely man were over
from Friday to Sunday. The weekend went far too fast but it was good to catch up. Also, hard as it is
to believe I feel catching up and talking things made the titch bond stronger. I guess there are some things that I have issues with, me being the drama queen that I am. Family stuff that bugs the crap out of me. I think I may have mentioned it before you perhaps you should skip a paragraph or 2 whilst I go on a rant. Basically, with mam there was never a favourite. Even though I obviously was 
Kidding, she made sure that each and everyone one of us were treated equally when it came to love and just as equally when it came to punishment, of course I was never bold so never needed to be punished. However the rest of the family , extended, could do with taking a leaf out of her book. I know aunties have their favourites, but does it have to be every aunty and do they have to be so in your bloody face about it? I could say its the fact that I am a lesbian, but sadly their K worshipping started well before that. There is always something exotic about having someone within the family travel wheather it be they are living out some long lost dream of theirs or they just like the postcards.
But the moral of the story is K can do no wrong in their eyes which is a pain in the giblets for me and for poor K who has done nothing to warrent their attention and is very peeved at them for the constant ‘K for president’ and ‘thank feck K is not a laserbeam’ to ‘isn’t her straight manly boyf lovely, where can I get on’ stuff. We joke about it a lot and thankfully our relationship is stronger then that crap. But I guess sometimes I am only human and it can get to me. At mam’s mass this year for example, I thought we would be saved from it because K wasn’t there. The aunties just skipped me and headed straight for the kid. “Aren’t you looking amazing? Isn’t she? And how’s that lovely boyf of yours” The phrase Desparate Housewives sum up my aunties, mad for the straight young attractive blokes. We only see them once a year under duress and thankfully that’s the only time we have to deal with their ‘issues’. But things have changed slightly and I reckon they may well up the ante and I may well kill them. Its hard not to want to kill them when they are admiring the way K’s ears sit either side of her head. That sort of stupid praise.
I’ve had rollercoaster of a weekend emotions wise but thankfully I have come out of it with a smile on my face and like I said an even stronger bond with the sister as a result. We talked about things honestly and I think we came to a clearer understanding. I am notorious for not talking , espeically when it comes to feelings. What do you mean humour as a defence mechanism? I have no idea what you are talking about. If I am being crpytic its intentional. Even though I have no idea how to be 
So I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders and that there is something to look forward to on so many levels. For now that’s all the info you need. I’ll keep you posted.
In stark contrast to that, I log on to my website on Sunday to find all hell breaking lose and some wildcat stirring up shite left right and centre. I hate, and I mean hate confrontation. It brings me back to those horrible GCN Forum days where there were ‘demands’ for this and ‘demands’ for that. On my website I try to avoid the politics and the BS and just make sure everything has a good time. Other people are sometimes not of that opinion. Thankfully I have a fab team of well capable people behind me who when I get scared and take a step back, they circle the wagons. It looks like things are under control but I still hate that some people, loyal members felt threatened or that they couldn’t post. In my mind that should never happen. Some people need to get a life. And get to hell off my website taking their ‘baggage’ with them.
