Wednesday, November 10, 2010

The hospital, a wedding, and a funeral

One of my favorite older cousins passed away two days ago... one of my favorite uncles has been in the hospital for almost a week now... and one of my good friends gets married tomorrow.

This has me... a little... somewhat upset, and looking for some sort of escapism.
It lead me to one of my mom's old photo albums.
Great way to make my mind go elsewhere.
Little Mom
It freaked me out a little. I mean... I look... a lot like Mom. And here I thought I was unique and probably adopted because of my features. I'm a fucking spitting image!
Sadly, Mom didn't pass her creepy-colored eyes on to me. Hers are a creepy brown color... a little honey-colored. I have a scary "is that blood?" brown going on with my eyes. I'm also not a twig like she was. Damn it, Mom! Why?! And while I'm a calm, quiet, and timid girl, you can totally tell Mom was going to be a little Fidel Castro based on that photo...

Then you have something like this photo, where the little lady removes all doubt:
You done messed up now!
Person behind the camera better head for the hills... this woman is damn near close to beating the shit out of him/her. That is my mom's "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" face. I know to get the fuck out of the building when she flashes this look my way... the furrowing of the eyebrows sends chills down my spine. You don't mess with this woman.

Last, I found a photo of her with a boyfriend:
Raise your hand if you think he looks like a douche
While she does not refuse to talk about her ex-boyfriends (although Sister and I beg her to STFU whenever one of them is brought up), she does refuse to show us photos of the guys.
Now I understand why... 'cause they're ugly as fuck. Little conceited jerks. His smug little smile... blah.
I also understand why she'd pray she'd have a big-chested girl when she was pregnant with me. I no longer hold that grudge against her... I kind of thank her now... the power of positive thinking. Thanks, Mom!

Ok... back to being sad and weary for tomorrow.
It's gonna be interesting.

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