If the Olympics has taught me one thing this time around its that either athletes are way too humble or way too egotistical about their abilities. There is no happy medium. Either you are a dick who constantly brags about how great of an athlete you are (Bode Miller) or you win a Gold medal and claim it was nothing and you really don't belong at the Olympics in the first place. Either way its tiring. Why can't there just be someone who is cool and confident without being a dick about it? I am so glad the Olympics are over tonight. I don't even think I will watch the closing ceremonies.
Before I talked to my Mom earlier this evening.. . . her and my father were having about a 2 week long fight about a Valentines Day present. Or shall I say…a lack thereof. They have since made up and now are talking to one another again thank god. They sort of put me in the middle of things and that was not comfortable for me since I thought the whole fight was stupid in the first place.
My brother has been having on and off problems with his upstairs neighbor since he moved in October. He has been yelling and beating his wife and kids, mouthing off to cops, playing music excessively loud and knocking on my brother's door at all hours of the night and being a big dick in general. Russell found out from his landlord this week that either A) He is moving the family (yes…he has a wife and kids) to another of his rental properties. or B) They are being thrown out. If he doesn't opt for option A then it becomes option B by default. Either way, he is out of the Apartment by the end of the month. My brother is ecstatic.
In case you are wondering, up until Friday there were no major "Z" incidents. He showed up Friday at his usual after school time to knock on my door looking for me and then start to scream out my name. *Sigh* I don't think it will ever end. Earlier in the week, he stuck a business card on my car for his Dad's "home inspection" business. I don't know what the fuck home inspection actually is, but I know that I would not let his Dad do anything inside my house. I'm not sure anyone else would either if they knew his criminal record, but I digress.
Crabby-elle is really getting under my skin these days. I'm not sure if its because she's getting closer to the big 0-2 or if its because I am pregnant again, but GAHHHHHHHHHHH!!! She is so freaking miserable and bold sometimes I could scream. We tried to teach her how to say "cookie" the other night but all she could get out was "cock-o". How she got that from cookie is anyone's guess?! She does say cracker perfectly though. Well I'm pretty exhausted so I think I'm going to relax on a couch somewhere.
Have a peaceful sunday evening, well whats left of it anyway….