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Sunday
Apr022006

Quick like a bunny.

I can't be on here too long, as I can hear Charlie in the bedroom getting ready to work herself up into a hissy fit.  MUST.  BLOG.  QUICKLY.

We met with a potential room mate girl a few days ago.  I was worried that I'd be too weird for her (I *am* an odd duck), but as it turns out.... she's too weird for me!  She has a son who's 2 1/2, and I thought that it would be a perfect situation.  Um, not so much.  She said she wouldn't be able to rent both rooms... but I was willing to work around that.  Her son was really scared of Bryan, though, and I mean REALLY SCARED, so I don't know if I want to invite that brand of crazy into the house.  She also said that her son has a habit of escaping, and that we'd have to lock the sliding glass door to the pool at all times.  Um.  I'm all for locking the door and keeping an eye on a kid, but have you been here in summer?  That door is not going to stay closed during the hot-as-hell months, sistah.  It's just not going to happen.

So, I think that's out.  I just know how I am, and I tend to take on too much when it comes to other people's kids.  I did it with the kids I used to babysit, I did it with my nephew, and I don't want to do it anymore.  It's tiresome, and frankly not my place.  She was a really sweet girl, and her son was cute and very well-behaved, but there seem to be some underlying issues there, and I'm an asshole and don't want to deal with it.  I know.  I'm so lovely.

We need to leave in a minute to go have lunch with my grandparents (they're in town).  These are my paternal grandparents, the ones that are all rich and famous (in the sailing community) and all that crap.  I used to be really close with my grandmother, but after I married Ryan and had Marissa we kind of stopped talking.  She didn't approve of my life, and I thought she was a judgemental asshat.

We've slowly started talking again, but I don't keep in touch on a regular basis.  I feel like she'll never really approve of my life, so why would I want to talk to her?  She's just very old fashioned, and I'm, well, all newfangled 'n shit, so I don't see us being able to get along the way we used to when I was 12 and hadn't formed opinions of my own yet.

It's going to be interesting seeing the look on her face when she sees my eyebrow ring.  *wink wink*

Reader Comments (4)

Oh hon, I'm all for not taking on other people's crap. You got plenty to deal with in your own sweet life. And good for you getting back in good with the extended family. It's a good thing.
Apr 2, 2006 at 3:36PM | Unregistered CommenterElaine
Glad you trusted your gut on the whole roomie interview. Hard to do when you are kind and want to help others out. How did the lunch with the g-parents go?
Apr 3, 2006 at 2:54AM | Unregistered CommenterCharmaine
Oh yeah, screw other people's baggage, I got enough of my own. I don't care how much thay pay you for a room, doesn't make it your responsibility.
Apr 3, 2006 at 3:00AM | Unregistered CommenterMama C-ta
I hope the lunch went well. And, you don't need other people's drama in your life. Can you imagine having to watch ANOTHER kid all the time, just to make sure he doesn't escape? Sheesh! Good call.
Apr 3, 2006 at 7:25AM | Unregistered Commenterrubyjade

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