Merry Christmas, you filthy animal. And bah humbug. Yep, its been that kind of holiday season. I'm currently stuck, yes stuck, in Kentucky at my grandparent's house since Friday. Being on a farm in the middle of nowhere is bad enough but my grandmother is in one of her depressions coupled with anxiety so there is no talking, tv, radio or any noise, lest we bother her. I think the clock is mocking me because it goes so slowly. She didn't even refer to be by name to my mother. God, getting old is scary. I don't ever want to get old. I'm sure my typing is bothering her too, thank god for wireless on my cellphone, iphones, kindles and ipads!!!
I can't wait until I can start my own holiday traditions and what not. At what age is it acceptable to just tell your parents you just don't want to spend the holiday with them? I mean, I'm THIRTY now. My parents are going through this weird divorceyetstilllivingtogether for almost 3 years now. Shit or get off the pot, I mean really. No, I do not want to sit in a room with the two of you awkwardly and not say anything to each other. But yet my mother gets offended when I don't want to come. I know they are trying to make it special for me, but really, I'd rather just do two different events, one with each of them. Is that so hard?!?!?!
Anyways, enough of my bitching, I'm going home today! Happy holidays everyone!