The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Thinkgeek once again anticipates exactly what I need to maintain my high quality of life. Two great things combined into one!

Pity it doesn't glow...but it does have glowing eyes, which is almost as good!

Note to self: Kill sister.

I can't believe that she put me in this situation. I wish I could say I can't believe how stupid she's being, but I can.

I can't believe that I'm going to be forced into a situation where I'm going to have to deal with my (censored for explicity volitile content) father. I was quite happy with the current situation, which involved me not ever having to see or talk to him again.

...And here I am getting worked up about a complete side issue to avoid dealing with the real issue at hand. My stupid sister. Stupid, stupid, stupid. My eighteen-year-old freshman in college sister. Who's been dating some wet-behind-the-ears Navy boy for two months. And is now going to be marrying said boy. Who's already scheduled for an 18-month deployment (18 months from now). They want the wedding before that.

All I want is for her to wait until after she graduates. That's all I ask. That would dovetail nicely with his scheduled return from deployment, and would give her a taste of what REAL Navy family-hood is like. Yea, we're both Navy brats, but ^^&#%$^!$ was a doctor, not a sailor, so we got pampered comparitively. As it currently stands, she has no real idea of what she's getting in to.

Or maybe she does. In a demonstration of shocking omnipotence, I made the comment yesterday that she'd probably go through at least three husbands, but I figured she'd stay single and play the field at least through her twenties.

...And maybe she still will. I feel bad thinking that of her, but I've seen her use too many people casually, without even thinking about it to discount the possibility.

I can't call Mom for the rest of this week like I was supposed to, either, because she's not finding out until this weekend. If I talk to her, I'll let something slip. I'm pondering calling her up and speaking at the situation in broad terms so she's at least forewarned.

$#@^%!^$%! has already been at Rachel, talking about how unreasonable and evil she's going to be, too. Fucker. My mom is the nicest person since Mother Theresa. Anyone in the area who wants to visit and find out is welcome.

GAH!!! I'm waaaaaaay too preoccupied with this to get any more work done today. I'm going home.

One more reason why my mom rocks:

I decide that there's no way that I can let mom and Terry go into this cold. So I call them up - mom's not home yet, but Terry is. I tell him, he's...unhappy. Predicts further unhappiness (mild understatement there) on the part of my mother. We chat for a bit about the situation.

Mom finally comes home. I tell Terry that I'll pass on the news. Mom gets on the phone - no idea what I'm calling to tell her. The conversation goes something like this:

Me: Hi. I've got some news...
Mom: Rachel's getting married?
Me: ...yes, actually.

Apparently Rachel sent mom some completely random email earlier today, about basically nothing. Mom takes one look at this and concludes that Rachel's getting married. She reads this to a coworker, who concludes that my mom is insane.

It's all about the vibes.