The calm before the storm

The calm before the storm.

 A teen is a force of nature

This morning was merely a fluke.  It was calm and serene, but didn't last long.  The parade was this afternoon and this alone should have given me pause.  Why have a parade during the hottest time of the day?  Why not start the parade in the morning before the sun melts the sidewalks and people begin to spontaneously combust?
At any rate, I had the bright idea to take the family out to this "welcome to the flames of Hell" event just to do something as a family.  Not the best idea given my family.  It was nonstop complaining and arguing and "mom, I have to use the bathroom."   After sitting for half and hour, I took the kids several blocks away to use Safeway's facilities.  When we got back to our spot directly beneath the scorching sun, we noticed the firetruck coming down the road to begin the parade.  Hooray!  It was finally beginning....not.  Another twenty minutes passed after the firetruck went by and still nothing, not even a hint of a parade.  So, with the family sticky from sweat and near heat-stricken, we decided we'd had enough, packed up, and headed for home.  I took my reborn dolls with just to show them off a bit and several people thought they were real babies.  That was nice.  I love compliments like that, but I did have one lady who, when she found out what the price was on them ( and my price is less than half the price of other artist dolls) proceeded in saying that I was on crack and my dolls were priced too high, that I was an idiot if I thought anyone would pay that price,  blah, blah, blah.  She didn't realize that the head and limbs alone are from $50.00 to $210.00 per kit depending on the artist or that the paints are $3.00 per color and that I have to use at least 12 colors per doll or that the weighting for these dolls is $5.00 per pound and the dolls are weighted to 4-7 pounds each depending on the size of the baby.  I really wanted to haul off and kick her @$$, but I held back and didn't even give her a response.  She can bite me.
Now, we make it home and of course, my sister sends her son over as soon as we pull up to borrow power tools.  Yes, my sis lives right next door.  Fun, right?  Anyway, she has serious issues.  Every time I turn around there's my sister hefting something out of her house and to the dumpster because it has a scratch or a spot on it or because it doesn't match exactly in color to everything else.  She even gave away my $200.00 memory foam mattress that I had just given to her because the couch it was in wasn't good enough so she traded it for a puppy that she soon gave away when she was bored with it.  Last winter she gave away her air conditioner because she still owed money on it and didn't want to pay for it.  She felt that if it wasn't in her possession then she clearly didn't have to pay for it.  Ya, right!  Well, now she is sitting in a hot ass trailer without any reprieve and actually complains about it.  Funny!  At this moment and although she has not paid off her mobile home, she ripped out the linoleum and is now tearing out one of the closets to make the room larger.  She literally ripped out the drywall and all.  She is not a carpenter and the owner of the trailer is going to be pissed.  She did the same thing to her last mobile home, then walked away leaving the owner to fix the damage himself.  WTF!  You can't do that.  I have tried to tell her this several times, but she knows everything.  She says, "I'm disabled.  they can't do anything to me."  She uses that excuse for everything even large debts she runs up on credit cards or cell phones and what's funny is nothing ever happens to her.  If I were to do that kind of crap, I'd be in so much trouble it wouldn't be funny and I'd feel like a heel.  She isn't emarrassed at all.
Well guys, I have to sign off for now since I just received a call to pick up shoes from my mom's mobile home(yes, she lives here to) and now my youngest is throwing a fit to go as well.  I hope your days is a lot less crazy.  I'll be back if I don't have a mental breakdown or massive myocardio infarction.