Yesterday was suppose to be divorce day for my parents. My father was all ready to sign and be done with my mother but then she turned around and decided she wasn’t taking enough. She needed more money - a bigger cut of the house, more pension than she was already getting and now some of his deferred comp. Just when we thought everything was good, she throws a big curve ball and makes everything worse. Things were starting to settle down and we were all being cordial. Even me. I know, me talking to my mother some is a big step considering I hadn’t spoke to her since January.

Then she goes and does this. It just pisses me off.

So it seems we are back at the drawing board. I really wish this was done and over.  She doesn’t realize what she is doing to the rest of us. I’m the oldest. I feel like I should be taking care of my brother and sister. My brother is dealing horribly with all this and no one can give him the answers he wants because we don’t know what my mother is planning next. My sister is packing up and moving to Pittsburgh for school in a few weeks and she has to leave with all this still going on. I being the big sister, who feels like she is suppose to take care of everyone, can do nothing to fix this. The stress makes me feel like I’m being eaten alive.

Feeling powerless is one of the worst things ever.

Getting parking tickets sucks. 12 hour days. Getting hours cut sucks too. Having your whole day thrown off sucks as well. Not being able to blog or catch up on your reader sucks. I need a nap.

This entry kind of sucks as well.

Your turn.

This is the official whiny-complain-ranty-things-that-effin-suck post.

Go for it.

I don’t think I have ever met a more selfish person in my entire life. No, really. I think my mother takes the cake.

First, you come out of nowhere and tell my dad you want a divorce, days after Christmas. You acted like everything is fine and perfectly normal, didn’t say anything about it to anyone else and got mad at my dad for telling us. I guess, you must have been trying to keep this divorce a big secret. Maybe wait until the house is up for sale to tell your kids?

You have had this all planned out in your head and the rest of you family is nowhere in that plan.  You leak out little bits of information here and there about your big plan, but fail to include the person who should be included in this, my dad. You say you stayed for us for years, but shouldn’t staying together for the kids be a mutual thing? Obviously, my dad had no clue about this. You two were talking about retirement together not too long ago.

We have a house with no mortgage, but you are making us sell it. You need to get YOUR money. Even though none of the kids want to stay with you and could have a perfectly good house to live in. Why can’t you just move out? Nope, gotta get that cash.

You weave this web of lies. You change you story according to how others react.  “Jamie’s dad..get out”. I ask, “where is my dad going to go?!” You say you never asked him to leave and would never do that. That’s only one of the many things you’ve said, then changed your story because people didn’t react well.

In January, you told me you were going to move out and get an apartment. I’m pretty sure it is almost April and unfortunately, you are still here. My dad is living in the basement. I really doubt that will change until you get your money. Luckily, the housing market is awesome, so we should sell the house quick. Hah.

My brother is the only one talking to you and even he thinks you’re insane. I haven’t spoken to you since you dropped this news. Every new thing you say or do, makes me want to talk to you even less. You would think it would bother you that one of your children doesn’t speak to you, but nope. It’s all about you. What children?

Of course, you are awesome with the timing. Last time, it was Christmas. This time? My birthday. No celebrating Jamie’s birthday because now everyone’s too broke. Damn those lawyer fees.

Oh, here’s a new piece of information you leaked out, but told my brother not to tell anyone — two weeks ago you had some secret surgery to remove a mass from your leg. Who has surgery and doesn’t tell their family? SERIOUSLY.

You’re the most selfish person I have ever known. You’re pushing your children farther and father away and don’t even care. I hope you’re fucking happy, because you have made everyone else miserable.

I hope writing this will help me let some of my anger go. Right now, I’d be perfectly content if I never spoke to you again, but no child should say that about their mother. Maybe one day when you realize how you have been this whole time, we can work on building a relationship again, but for now, I really want nothing to do with you.

Yesterday was ridiculous. I left at 7:30 AM and didn’t get home until 9:30. I got to math to find out we have a test Wednesday which means I will have to study all night.  I had quite a few people (in class and even in my comments!) explain irrational and rational numbers to me, but yet, I still don’t completely get it. I get the idea of it, but just figuring it out, is the hard part. I hate fractions. They should be illegal. It doesn’t help that the girls who I study with are kind of lost on it too. Did I mention that one of them has my exact same name? Jamie (insert Hispanic last name)? Exactly. I’ve never met another person with my last name, let alone my first and last name spelled the exact same way.

I then went to get my TB skin test and gritted the whole time, you would have thought they were stabbing me repeatedly, when really it was a small poke. I hate shots. I have to go back Thursday to make sure I don’t have TB and then back Monday to get the second step. Tomorrow I have a physical and possibly more shots if my doctor feels I need them, which I’m praying he just waives.

I got back to school at around 1:30 and studied for my gigantic test at 3:30. Thank you for all your smarts and luck! I think I did pretty well. I over studied a lot of stuff I thought would be focused on more and understudied a few other things. Go figure. I still think I did okay. We will find out on Wednesday. My professor then decided, “Hey, after racking your brain for the test, I’m going to go over 9 new chapters and keep you hear until 9:00″, she wanted to do more but we basically would have rioted had she tried.  The woman with the baby voice, for some reason decides to tell us that she has been dreaming about this class. What? Seriously. Go away. You’re creepy and your voice and inane comments and questions make me want to stab my eyes out.

Walking in the door, I find out Mother Dearest is talking to her lawyer. Things are about to get so messy at home, it’s not even funny. Plus she is been acting like everything is fine, which it obviously is not. My sister and I haven’t spoken to her in over a month and she is walking around all smiles. Well, whatever, as long as she is happy, right?

I have a ton of emails to return, google reader to catch up on and math homework. I will write something a little less whiny and ranty soon enough. I have all those questions to answer too!

One bright spot? I seen this over on The Stupidsheet:

I’m not going to point out anyone in particular, because I think all you bitches are awesome!

It’s just one of those days. I’m feeling some venting coming, probably a little ranting thrown in.

I mentioned this once before and haven’t really brought it up since, my mom told my dad she wants a divorce the day I came home from vacation. It basically came out of nowhere, not too long ago her and my dad were discussing places to move when he retired, so we were all shocked. There was not like a series of things that led up to it. Ever since then, my mom has been trying to act like nothing happened and told my brother we (my sister, dad and I) would forget about it soon enough. She refused to talk about it to my dad or us, saying she doesn’t have to justify anything to us and that we are old enough, so we shouldn’t care what she does. I’m sorry, last time I checked justifying and talking about what’s going on and where we are going from here are completely different things. Am I right? So basically, you can cut the tension with a knife in my house. Yesterday, after much prodding, my dad finally got her to talk some and she decided she is moving out and looking for apartments and that is all she has to say. It’s absolutely maddening. I think she is being very selfish. You just tore this family apart out of nowhere and refuse to talk about what’s going on? I just don’t understand.

I live at home while I am in school. I probably will until I graduate. I just don’t see working as a  part time nanny paying the bills and rent in Chicago. With all this stuff going on at home, this is the last place I want to be. I’m lucky I have a boyfriend who will whisk me away and out when I feel like I just can’t take it anymore. I really just want to be anywhere but here right now, I feel like I need a vacation, even though I just got back. I want to just go somewhere and when I come back, everything will have settled down in it’s new place and I will be able to just merge right back in to life.

On a less serious note –

- my 100 Things page got lost in the Great Blog Fiasco of 08. I only have 10 things about me now and I’ll be damned if I rewrite 90 things again. It took me forever the first time!

- I start school next week. I have to buy books. I HATE BUYING BOOKS. I hate is almost as much as when I sell them back and they give me mere pennies for my $150 book. Robbing me blind!

- The writer’s strike blows. The boyfriend and I have resorted to movies, movies we have seen before, cheesy movies, tv movies, just about anything. I don’t know how much more bad reality television I can take. Trust me, I watch the Hills, I can handle bad “reality” shows.

- Dude. Why does web design cost so much? I just want a cute custom theme for my bloggy here and don’t really have $400 to spare.

Enough of the whining, let’s end this entry with something cute.

Yesterday at work the little guy wanted to watch High School Musical 2, so his mom put it on for him. It was quite cute watching him dance around to the songs, but that is not what this is all about.

It’s about Vanessa Hudgens, Baby V, Gabriella, call the girl what you will. Can I just say how incredibly wrong it felt watching this girl act all cutesy, knowing that everyone in the world has seen this poor girl’s own baby v? (NSFW, probably NSFL!) You just know she is like a total freak, who loves to send n00dz and can’t wait to break free of the Disney girl image and pose for Playboy or something. It just did not feel right. I don’t know how they are keeping her on for a third film and how everyone seems to have forgotten about the scandal.

Plus, this broad has the bag I want!

I was having a discussion with my sister about things that should be illegal in regards to fashion. I’m talking huge don’ts. I consider these major fashion offense. Please feel free to add your own fashion don’ts or to contest my own rules.

1. Crocs. Are you a doctor? Are you on your feet all day that you need to wear shoes made out of foam? Yes, I am sure they are comfy but who honestly walks into a store and says, “Oh wow! Look at the those cute shoes!”. No, I really doubt you do. They are not cute. Not even a little bit. Please stop wearing them.

2. Logo tees, all over print and saying tees. Shirts that scream a brand name are not necessary. There are much more fun things to buy that don’t literally brand you. All over print was cool like 2 years ago. Now you can throw anything all over a hoodie and people with buy it. Tees with sayings on them, yeah, not witty or funny. If you need your shirt to be funny to get attention, that does not say much for your glowing personality.

3. Victoria Secret PINK. Not so much the items, more the girls who decide to wear a full on PINK sweat suit. PINK sweat suit because are too lazy to get a regular outfit on, but still have enough time to do their hair and cake on the make up. I have to admit, I do own PINK items but I most definitely DO NOT wear them out in public to the mall or to school. I really just like the little dog, to be honest.

4. Fake designer handbags. I know some handbags are ridiculously priced. Not everyone can afford a $1200 bag, I know I can’t. But if you are going to buy a fake bag, please at least let it be a good fake. And don’t wear your replica Stam with your ratty tee shirt or sweatpants. It just makes it all the more unbelievable.

5. Ugg boots. Ugg boots are practical if you live somewhere it gets cold. Wearing Uggs with your denim mini is just ridiculous. Throw leggings on under the mini and you will make me flinch.

6. This is the most important rule of all. Listen closely. LEGGINGS ARE NOT PANTS. No, I’m sorry, they are not pants. Leggings under skirts or dresses are also not cute but not as bad. Big shirts and leggings are gross. Metallic leggings, print leggings, latex looking leggings, lace bottomed leggings, THEY ARE NOT PANTS. THEY WILL NEVER BE PANTS. STOP WEARING THEM AS PANTS.

Linds, take note. Leggings = not pants.

Especially that of the Tila kind.

I watch my fair share of bad television. I am an avid watcher of The Hills, sometimes the Real World (not this season though. I flinch if I come across it flipping channels, yes, it’s that bad) and even the dreadful Laguna Beach. Funny how these are all MTV shows, but anyway, the point of this all is MTV has gone too far.

MTV has sunk to a new low. We all know MTV hasn’t played music in a very, very long time, even Justin Timberlake said so at the VMAs. The cheesy, scripted dating shows were getting out of control as well. But then they go and make A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila, just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse.

Who is this broad? A “model, singer and entertainer”. What is she best known for? Being the most popular person on Myspace. So they give this girl a show?!

Seriously, MTV, get someone attractive next time if you must make a new horrible show, not some busted looking Myspace random. Having 4 million friends, does not make you interesting, let alone deserving of your own show.