It's a new week

How come it seems like everyone else uses that black and green/blue, serif font layout on blogspot?

Anyway I think I promised drama and shenanigans for this post so here it goes.

Ok I know I promised friend drama, but I don't think it's very polite to put someone else's dirty laundry up for show on the internet and the thing has been resolved to the extent I care about it and I know that's very vague but it's regarding Ryan and Lindsey. I just don't care what they do so on to the next.

My dad's mom and sister (and cousins from said sister) did not come down to Texas for the memorial/funeral services. Starting Tuesday morning they did not answer their phones. They never called my mother, me, or my brother. My mom is understandably very mad and upset with them. She's not going to call them on the holidays and she doesn't want me to either. The last contact we had with them was my mom called my aunt to ask her for information on my dad's childhood for the obituary and told her she couldn't get a hold of my grandmother. My aunt responded with something like she must have took a sleeping pill, she should be up by now, I'll call her, and we never heard from them again. We heard from my grandfather (who did come down) that they wouldn't be coming because they "didn't want to see him dead". That's completely understandable. However, good family would still go support the other family members, even if they didn't want to attend the services. And at least call and talk to your son's children. Goddamn. I'm surprised at least Paul didn't talk to us in lieu of my grandmother, and I wonder if my aunt even told my cousins, because they're all old enough (older than me) to take the initiative and give us call. All my mother's side of the family was there except for my 2 cousins in New York, I was kind of embarrassed when people would ask "Is that Bob's mother?" and I'd have to tell them no, it was just our elderly neighbor, his mom had not bothered to leave Pennsylvania. They did send a flower/plant basket thing, but since it was signed Dad, Mom, Cindy, Jason, Marc, Shanna, we have a suspicion than my grandfather bought it. In any case, my mom left it out on the porch after the services and wouldn't bring it in the house.

It's hard to retell jokes or funny situations, especially in text my grandmother said something fabulously racist, basically comparing monkeys to black people which resulted in a good 5 minutes of laughter at the dinner table. I can't say too much though after my little incident last semester. To be fair though it was a damn fuzzy television and an old movie >:[

Blahblah thats it for now, everything's old news. I really need to start carrying my camera with me wherever I go. It seems like whenever I have my camera theres nothing worth shooting and when I don't have I see a bunch of things I wish I could capture. I'll start tomorrow with my adventures in conveying each chapter of Marcovaldo.

I wish I had a picture to post but I don't, but here's something from your childhood you may or may not remember, Amy brought it up in sculpture today.