This is going to be a long one, folks. But please don't skip out on what I have to say, I want everyone's opinion afterward!
First, I will wrap up my bad day I had a few days ago. It started just as a normal day, when Warren got home (he got a raise, and now gets off at 3:30pm, woo!) I went to the grocery store because we were out of everything. On my way, some DUMB blonde girl was smoking marijuana in the car next to me... and it was a b-e-a-utiful day out, so of course my windows were down. Now, I know some of you might question whether or not she was really smoking what I said she was smoking... well folks, I went to Warped Tour when I was 16 and I will NEVER forget that smell, ever. It took me years to explain to my mother that it wasn't me who was smoking marijuana when I came home and had her on my back about why clothes smelled so bad. Trust me, I know that's what it was. Anyways, so I go to the store and I'm wondering around killing time because if I leave early, I'll hit rush hour. So I'm checking out the make-up because I'm getting bored of the same browns I wear everyday... so I'm comparing everything because I don't usually buy a lot of make-up aside from eye liner and mascara. So as I'm looking at eye shadows, this stupid lady is down the hair dye isle. Okay, I don't mean to sound cruel or sound like I'm so much better than everyone else, but if you are still using box dye's at 40, you need some help. This lady was buying 50 boxes of hair dye... if you're going to spend that much, why don't you just go to a salon! This lady also has two kids, young kids... one old enough to talk and other, well I'm not sure... the little one starts making this weird throat noise. At first I thought maybe it was one of those weird laughs that babies learn to make and you see home videos on people's blogs about their kid making that noise... but then it started gagging (remember, I'm not exactly in plain sight of the kid so I can't see him)... after the gagging, the kid started making other weird noises, and the older kid said "mom, (so-and-so) is going to throw up"... by this time, I'm not only LIVID for having to listen to this for 15 minutes, but grossed out, so I decided that whatever I had in my hand was good enough and I high-tailed it out of there and just as I turn the corner I hear the sound of liquid hitting the floor. %*#%$@.
You have to understand my issue with puke. I'm traumatized by it. Baby spit up, no big deal... but the real thing... uh uh, no way, I'm out. I was totally ticked for more than just the obvious reason. But now, I had mix-matching make-ups, since my time at the store was drastically cut in half- I have to drive home in rush hour- there is no way I'm staying at the store now that some kid has barfed. So I drive home, and as I'm bringing in my groceries, the door with a special code-lock wont open. Great. So I sit there trying forever to get in, and then just decide to ring the door bell... of course, Warren takes 3 minutes to get up the stairs... I start putting my groceries away and I smack my head on the bottom corner of the freezer door. So I started crying and then I finally got some sympathy.
So, I just want to say thank you to all those mothers out there who don't bring their children places when they are sick. Thank you for not grossing people out and spreading germs. You are all awesome.
Next, I have news. Nothing really about myself... I guess my step-dad found out he has a son... ha! I laugh because the last the thing world needs is another spawn of Satan. Nothing against my little sister who is his daughter, she some how didn't get all the bad genes, thank goodness. I guess the guy is 26. Good, at least he's old enough to {hopefully} know better. Now, I know most of you probably don't know a single thing about my family, and I'd kind of like to keep it that way as privacy to my family... but just know that my stepdad and I do NOT see eye to eye on ANYTHING. He is kind of a bad guy... he is super lazy, treats my mom like CRAP, beats her on occasion, hits my kid sister, his 'big dream' in life was to become a truck driver... he's an alcoholic, and went out and bought a big fat ugly gun when Obama was elected president 'to protect himself against the terrorists'. Yeah, he's got problems. BUT he's also been in my life since I was 7 years old. He's provided for my mom financially and generally is supportive of everything. He's taught me a lot, though I have a hard time crediting him for much. He's got life experience and knew that being naive wouldn't get me far. Unforunately, it has gotten to the point where my kid sister is scared to death of him, and my mom can't take all the verbal abuse and is talking divorce.
Which brings me to my TWO questions of the day: where do you draw the line in how you treat someone such as my step-dad? Do I hope that justice will be served and hope that he spends time rotting in jail for the stuff he's done and keep him on my bad list... or do I keep telling myself 'he's a child of God'... where do you draw the line? Obviously I should keep treating him as though he were God's son, but how do you do that with how badly he treats people? Also, how do you feel about people needing a license to have kids? Would it help the society of starving children and potentially help the crime rate... or does it take away people's rights to pro-create? Would it be beneficial or not?
Tell me what you think!
