Abounding Madness

Yes, there is plenty of madness in my life to go around...

There has been quite a lot of drama going on in my life since last I posted. To start with, on Friday night after I got home from Phoenix, I went to the Gila County Fair. It was alright, I guess. Well, no, actually it really sucked, but some of the exhibits were pretty good and I did get to see a 12lb. rabbit. Anyway, about ten o'clock, after the fair, I went to Pancho's house to get something of mine that he had for me there. Well, no sooner do I pull up in the driveway than my mom pulls up behind me. She got out of her car, slammed her door and started walking at me like she wanted to kill me. I walked over to her and asked her what was up, to which she replied, "What's up? Why don't you tell me what's up? I knew you would be here! Do you have any more lies to tell me?"

Well, now I'm severely pissed, because not only did I not lie to her but she just mad me look like a total ass. So I basically got in her face and said that I'd come to get a certain "item" (which happened to be of great importance to her) and that I had been at the fair, and that I would talk to her when I got home. She left, because she had to pick my brother up from a football game, and I just drove for a bit to cool off. When I got home, I just told her that I didn't appreciate her calling me a liar, showing up like she did at Pancho's house, or trying to be mad at me because I was there. I am 23 years old, for crying out loud, and I'm going to make my own damn decisions whether she likes it or not. I am so sick of trying to please everyone. Screw it. I don't care if she gets pissed, I'm going to do what I'm going to do.

So yeah. She tried to tell me that I never take her advice, to which I countered yes I do listen to her, but she doesn't give advice, she demands. She tells you what to do. I'm not in the mood for being told what to do anymore. I'm a big girl now, imagine that. Anyway, she basically just dropped the subject, and now we're pretending like it never happened. That seems to be the way that our family handles sticky situations. I hate it.

Then yesterday she went to the Chihuahua races with me - mainly to sell her last puppy (which is sold, by the way). I entered my dogs, and they actually did really well. I'm thinking they placed 6th (Chloe) and 7th (Tanner), and there were at least 50 dogs there. I was so proud. It was a lot of fun, too. Everyone just loved Chloe. Then I went back out to the fair last night to see Tim and Willie (local radio DJ's and CMA Radio Personalities of the Year) perform. It was a ful, busy day.

Now I'm sitting here in my bed wondering what life will bring me next. Pancho wanted to come to the Chihuahua races, but he couldn't because my mom hates him. I still love him. He's my friend if nothing else, and I hate having to tiptoe around people. Screw it. I'm going to do what makes me happy.

I don't think I'll stay in this house very long if things keep going on this way. I won't deal with it.


Song Quote of the Moment: "My give-a-damn's busted... (again)"

~Jo Dee Messina