2003-12-08 - 8:16 p.m.
Wow.
It's hard to believe my sister was here only eight days ago. It feels like she was just here, but it also feels like it's been forever. I miss her so much. I'm so glad it'll only be eighteen days until I'm with her again.
Chicago hasn't changed much since Legs left. She took her brood with her, too. Bubba was as sweet as could be, when he wanted to be. He's two, so he's going through that horrible stage where everything is "no," or "you go." I probably won't take the handprints off the mirror or the door until summer. I miss him, too.
TheEyes wants to live here when she goes to college. She may change her mind, as I'll probably have a brood of my own by then. You never know, though. TheEyes is a miniature Spitfire, in some ways. Then again, so is TheMouth, but I'm WAY NEATER THAN TheMouth. TheEyes is the squeaky wheel that gets oiled when she makes noise. I do that. TheMouth is the "no one's happy unless I am too" niece. I do that, too, but I'm still WAY NEATER.
Just think, when these two girls get more practice and REALLY hone their bitching skills, they'll be unstoppable. It's too scary to think about. For now, they are just mini-bitches. And bitches respect bitches, that's why they won't be offended if they read this. Remember, that B-I-T-C-H stands for Babe In Total Control of Herself. (The above is not intended as an insult, you hormonal demons.)
However, before you girls can become the champion, you have to beat the champion. Good luck. Bring your lunch because it'll take all day to kick my ass. You've got lots of learnin' to do. Just clean your room (TheMouth) and quit yelling at your momma (TheEyes). You're lucky she's let you live this long.
Sk8rboi was Sk8rboi. He seemed to relax when he got here. Legs and I sent him to the store for eggnog for LazyBoy and he was able to navigate the mean streets of Chicago. He just asked for directions from a little old Polish lady in the 'hood. It was so nice to see him happy on his skateboard, freezing his butt off, doing Ollies and Nollies down the street.
TheDarkOne, heavily bombarded with his own family functions, must've been exhausted. I don't know how he drove home. I don't think anything feels better than your own shower, your own bed, and your own TV after you've been away for a while. It doesn't matter if you're staying at the Ritz-Carlton or on a park bench. Nothing feels as good as home does.
I must say I missed the silence while my guests were here. I guess I'm just so used to it. It was wonderful to have a house full of laughter and noise. It made me feel lonely, though; like I didn't have enough in my life. My sister has built herself a life that revolves around her children. If it weren't for TheDarkOne, she wouldn't be able to do as thorough a job as she does now. Her family is her life and sometimes I wish I was like that, too. It's nice to see the other side of the coin sometimes. While it may look great, I know it's not all happyhappyjoyjoy all the time. Her job is 24 hours a day, seven days a week, no vacation from it, for the rest of her life. And she's the best at it. I have so much to learn from her.
I'm going to sign off in a few minutes, check my mail one last time, and put on my pajamas. It's just me and Buddha because SofaKing's got holiday hours now. He doesn't get home until later. I will watch TV in my blue room and probably fall asleep there (where Legs and Bubba slept just days ago), at least until SofaKing comes home. I can't say I feel lonely. I have my dog, my freedom, and my sanity.
And a new chandelier on its way...(Thanks to HGTV, LazyBoy, and TypeA. I love you guys!)
I just don't know where I'd be or what I'd do if I didn't have my family. They are so important to me that I forgot to bitch about work in my diary today.
How 'bout that?
