This is the first summer since Kris and I have been college students in Houston, where we will be staying there the entire summer. There is just one thing I have to say about that: freaking awesome! For once, Kris and I will be able to earn money during the summer, as opposed to taking care of my brother back home in Brownsville and not earning anything because neither of us were really allowed to work as a stipulation of taking care of Shaquille. I know this must sound weak, but that’s because at the time we thought that was the best thing, to be there for my mom. We realize now though, that the best thing is to help Shaquille away from my mother. There are too many distractions for Shaq here in Brownsville, and up in Houston, we will be able to properly nurture, educate, and discipline him like he should have been a long time ago.
I spoke with Shaq’s counselor on Friday, and he must repeat the 7th grade. Shaq blamed me and said “What did you tell her?” and I said “Shaq, you failed because you don’t give a crap about your homework. This summer, you’re going to learn to care. No questions asked”. Mind you, we can’t shove everything down his throat . . . *ahem* wait a minute . . . yes, we can. We will be leaving tomorrow morning at 8 a.m., and getting back up to Houston by 1 or 2 p.m.
Now on the career front, I asked my boss if I was one of the candidates for the interim director . . . nope. I could understand that, I mean, what was I thinking? I’ve only been working there since October. I just figured I might have a shot since the new director won’t know the ins and outs of the operation. I guess I’ll just have to teach her, and I’m cool with that. I am so blessed for even having a job. I’m the breadwinner in the family right now, and proud to be one.
On a lighter note, I saw Hipmomma again for the fourth time! She’s so cool, I don’t even know where to begin. She emailed me last week that she was taking her two kids and her best friend and her kid to South Padre Island, and asked if Kris and I would come with them. Well, on Friday we couldn’t go anywhere until after 5:00 p.m. (when mom gets home to take care of Shaq), and so once mom got home, we took off for the island! We had such a great time!! We drove around, and then decided to stop by Blackbeard’s Restaurant and dine. I was waiting and waiting for Hipmomma to call me back, and just as I thought . . . she left her cell phone in her car. She felt so bad about it, but I quickly reassured her that something in my gut told me that she had left it in her car.
So like I said, we dined at Blackbeard’s, and I got to meet her best friend and her kiddo which was nice. Kris and I don’t have much of a social life. It’s not because we don’t want one, it’s because it’s hard to meet people who touch base with us. We live in Texas in an interracial relationship, we don’t like country music, we can’t stand rock or alternative music very much, are social drinkers, don’t smoke, don’t smoke pot, don’t go clubbin’ or partying, don’t go bar hopping, don’t watch much t.v., love r&b, hip-hop, and rap music, we are not uptight or snobby, can’t stand snobby people, can’t stand selfish people, can’t stand superficial people, and generally if we do make friends they end up using our talents as being “loyal friends”, and backstab us to death. And to top things off, we don’t have kids . . . which pretty much leaves us in the dust compared to everyone else who are married couples. Sound like we have good luck meeting people? Exactly . . . we don’t . . . period.
But meeting my husband online, Lotus, and Hipmomma online, attending Meetup.com Houston Chihuahua Meetups at our local dog park, has taught me that there is a way! We can make mutual friends who care about us. In time, it will get better and better. I am thinking it might get even better if we move out of Texas all together. Kris and I get along well with people from up north, and I suppose that’s because Kris and I were both raised by northerners. Neither of our families came from the south. Well, Kris’s mom is from Birmingham Alabama, but she acts more like someone from Maine or Boston and not from somewhere in the south (except for her southern Belle drama spurts). Carol, for those of you who do not know, is my mother-in-law. She spies my blog a lot, because Kris and I have a limited relationship with her – hence the reason for the password post again. She broke my heart so many times that Kris doesn’t want her hurting me again. I don’t say much to her now a days, because for me, it’s just best to let her be. Neither Carol or Kris’s brother Craig really give a damn about me. They have both treated me like an outcast in their family since I met them, and at one time I tried to help them, but I realized that what I say does not matter to them. I am just tired of the arguing since I’m not being listened to anyhow. Honestly, I think they are both a little too uppity to me.
I thank God my grandparents didn’t treat Kris the way that Carol treated me. I think Kris would not have been able to handle the stress of his degenerative relationship with his mother and then have to deal with my family.
Well, it’s 12:46 a.m., and I need to get up in another 5 hours or so. I’ll have to continue this another time. I’ll post an entry when I return home and let you know the progress report.
PS: Thank goodness I don’t have to spend another night in Brownsville with no air-conditioning, in 90 degree heat with no breeze at night! I’ve been sweating my ass off because my mom doesn’t want to spend the money for us to be cool. Geez, you would think she would at least show some appreciation for us taking care of her son during the entire summer for her by making us just a little bit comfortable? It’s just too much to ask.
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