Erisue’s Weblog

This post is for Terri:

My mom wished that I had one ten times worse than me.  I’m not going to say that her wish didn’t come true because I’m pretty sure this is only the beginning…but ten times worse than I was is pretty damn bad…as you might recall.  And honestly, by the time we started hanging out I had calmed down drastically.  But, to wish for a grandchild ten times worse than your own child…that’s just evil…and to wish something that evil on your own child, well, you can contribute that to two things – my mother being evil and me being an absolute joy to raise. J

However, in my own defense, look what I was working with.  My sister was the outright favorite of my mother…and a smart ass little bitch, too (oh, she thought I was too.)  My mother made no attempt to hide the fact that she liked Sally more than me and that she was the most perfectist child in all the world (can you hear the angels singing their songs of joy at such a perfect child?) (But really, I’m not bitter about that – that just meant I didn’t have to deal with my mother as much as Sally did – and that was a good thing.) *Note: I must add now that my sister fell from grace quite a few years ago and joined the ranks of the outcasts.  We get along MUCH better.*  Karen, also, used to smile when my dad was beating my ass.  She only smiled cuz she thought she got one up on me.  Lord knows I heard, “You just fucking wait until your dad gets home.  You won’t be such a smart ass then,” every freakin’ day.  (Me?  A smart ass?  That woman was delusional!)  Only she was wrong.  I WAS a smart ass when he got home…that’s what led to the ass whoopins.  Now, I just think she was weak for not disciplining me herself.  My brother was one of the weirdest freakin’ kids I’d ever met, and I spend a good part of my childhood in fist fights, sticking up for him.  (Asperger’s runs in the family, ya know.)  And my dad…well…need I say more?  (The Nazis are coming…the Nazis are coming.)  So…I think coming from all that, I turned out pretty freakin’ good.  I mean, let’s face it, I was never anyone’s favorite child, and there wasn’t a whole lot of encouragement in that family…which is one reason I just now got my Associates degree (I know…but please hold your applause until after the blog.) 

So…wishing upon me a child ten times worse than me…that’s just freakin’ mean…and evil.  And so far, her evil little wish has failed.  So far…*knock, knock, knock* 

But with all of the stress and frustration of raising Ris, I would never wish for a grandchild ten times worse than her…just like her, yes, but ten times worse, hell no.  Why would I want to do that to myself?  I mean, I would still have to deal with that child seeing as how it would be my grandchild (there’s a funny thought – me as someone’s grandmother – ha ha.)  There’s no way I would wish that upon myself…even if I did want Ris to endure it.  Actually, I wish no child on Marissa; she hates them and doesn’t want them anyway so at least we can agree on one thing.

And anyway, Ris isn’t being raised in the same environment in which I was raised or in an environment worse than I was raised.  So, as of right now, my mother’s evil little plot to finally destroy me has failed miserably….mwahahahaha. 

I love Chicago. 

Often, I daydream about winning the lottery and buying a condo downtown. 

That would be very nice. 

I would like that a lot.

E and I met my sister and her kids in Chicago on Saturday.  Ris was supposed to go, but she’s grounded…again.  She, apparently, thinks she is above the law – the law being me.  When I left her with my mother to listen to people singing about Jesus being God all day, she realized she is, in fact, not above the law – at least I would hope she realized it after that, along with me removing her bedroom door, grounding her until the end of September, and taking her cell phone away and giving it to E since he’s more responsible with it.  But hey, I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t come to this realization though…she is, after all, a teenager.  We are going back next month to the Museum of S&I.  Hopefully, she will have her head out of her ass by then so she can come with us.

So anyway, E and I went to Chicago.  We had never been anywhere, just the two of us, and I’m glad we had the opportunity to do so.  And what better place to spend time with someone you love than in Chicago?  (Or Disney World, but that’s a different story.)  Did I mention that I love Chicago?   Or that I get all giddy every time I get on the Dan Ryan and can see downtown, with all of its buildings and seeming mass confusion, right in front of me?  So now, E loves Chicago, too.  He didn’t particularly like being stopped for all the traffic/road construction, and I can’t say that I really enjoy that part of it either.  I really don’t mind driving in Chicago though, but I like DRIVING in Chicago, not sitting on the interstate in Chicago.  At least he was able to sleep for a while so I didn’t have to listen to him complaining about it. 

Across the street from the Field, there is a Children’s Garden which has a replica of the moon that is about three feet in diameter.  E sat on it, and I took a picture.  He was very enthralled with it…especially since I am reading him The Little Prince before bed.  It was neat to him to pretend he lived on his very own planet, too.

Anyway…have I mentioned that I love Chicago?