Vacation countdown - two days.

I originally thought that I was heading out of town on the 16th, but I'm actually leaving on the 17th.  Yup, I'm headed down to Miami on St. Patrick's day.  I'll be wearing my "Kiss me, I'm Irish" shirt the whole time, too.  While I am proud of my Cuban heirtage, I'm also proud of my Irish roots too, so I'll proudly wear my green and kiss anyone who is Irish too!

In other news I'm dowing Zicam like it's going out of style since my body decided that this was the week it would give into the cold I've been fighting off for the last couple of weeks.  This is not conducive to visiting my sister or her baby - of course I'm still not sure that I'm ready to deal with her yet.  I made quite the show at her wedding, being all happy and social, but I was pretty much miserable the whole time.  I should get an Oscar or a Golden Globe for the performance I put on.  She just doesn't seem to get that she hurt me very deeply and it's going to take some time before I'm ready to deal with all of the crap she feels the need to dump on to me.  She says she needs me, but what she really needs me for is dump all of her problems on.  The biggest problem I have is that I see both sides of this stupid war she started with our mother and frankly I'm not siding with one or the other.  I can see that both parties are right but both are so stubborn that they refuse to reach any kind of middle ground about it.  Not that attempts haven't been made, it just angers me that neither side, despite all of the talk about making amdends, isn't really doing diddly squat about it.  And guess who's caught  the middle.

Yup, me.

Well, I'm sick of it.  I figure that I have to live with my mother so the easiest thing for me to do is cut my sister off for the time being.  When I move out and establish my own place I'll see about trying to reconnect with my sister.

Or else I'm going to write a killer novel or a hot screenplay based on the comedy of errors that seems to be my life.

"It is a truth universially acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacuarlly to pieces."
-----Bridget Jones's Diary