IRONY

"I have caught you in more lies in the past two months than I have in your entire life!"

"I don't even know what he's talking about! I hardly lie at all." My sister is choking back tears and I can't believe it (although I really can). Another night, another kitchen battle between my 18 year old brother and my 13 year old sister. It's absolutely absurd that she even tries to deny it, and even more ironic that she's lying as she denies lying. My brother Chad and I do our best to police the 13 year old. She fixed a personal pizza tonight, cut it into quarters, and sat down. Two bites into it, the phone rings and she picked up. "What?..... It's me.......It's me."

She crossed her legs and talked so loud that my brother, in the other room hollared "Go somewhere else!" She walked away and left her food in the kitchen. She's avoiding saying things she doesn't want anyone to hear, and making this kid Jake play some demented guessing game with her until he figures out what she wanted him to ask some kid Cody. My brother yelled up the stairs to tell her to get down and eat her food before it was cold (and not in a very nice way either), and then I had to get involved because I knew damn well that over 3/4s of that pizza was sitting there on the table alone. I told the 'rents in their bedroom and then it came out that Julie (the 13 year old) had told mom that she ate most of it. Then mom goes downstairs, yadda yadda yadda, and the fight ensues. Random. So damn random.

It's not even really important. I could care less. I was just going to continue hanging up my clean clothes that have been sitting in my laundry basket for probably close to a week now. The clean underwear supply was depleted as of this morning and I knew I had a small arsenal in the clean hamper. So, I couldn't help but overhear the downstairs conversation and I just wanted to write it all down.

But as for other news. My coworker's sister was fired today for looking at someone's account at the bank that she was working for. She was sitting on her bumper parked outside the bank I work at when we got out for the day. She apparently had just been informed today of her more than satisfactory performance at the institution and was to receive a $3.00 raise. AMAZING, and then she gets fired in the same day. Talk about THEM apples. So today has been quite ironic for not only myself.

To top the day off, I've made a decision after having read articles on DiscoveryHealth.com about other people's battles with substance abuse. I read about a woman whose father was an alcoholic. She was always the one to make sure all her friends got home safe and didn't drive drunk. She was the good kid. She knew what alcoholism looked like because of her father. She made a bad career move and lost her boyfriend and then next thing you know, she's living by herself. She drinks 4 glasses of wine before work each day, hiding her breath with mints. She keeps a bottle of wine in her car, and sneaks to the parking deck about every 45 minutes to pound back wine on the clock. She upgrades from wine to vodka, and drinks nonstop. She finds herself passing out everywhere. Work, home, car, there is no discrimination to the situation. She wakes up one day finding that she has drank herself out of every bit of alcohol in her house, including her mouthwash. She calls this guy that she'd recently started dating, and the website didn't really give the details, but basically she quit drinking because of this guy and hasn't drank for three years now. I read this article after my own boyfriend beat around the bushes alluding to me being an alcoholic. I don't drink a lot. I just used to go to the bar a lot. Well anyways, I've cut back recently on my bar attendance. After reading that amazingly inspiring article today, I've decided I need to go back to the bar. It's been a week and some change since I've been.

I read about how people quit smoking as well. I smoked my last cigarette today and knowing that I'm going to the bar tonight, it will be extremely tempting to stop on the way and reload my pockets with more fags. I don't want to do it. I don't want to quit, and that's the main reason that I haven't. I need to focus on the fact that I will age prematurely. I will get those wrinkles on my top lip. I will stink constantly and have teeth rivaled only by wild animals. We'll see how long this blip lasts. I don't think I'll buy any tonight, but I'll definitely bum a couple from friends, or steal them from unsuspecting regulars that go to the bathroom and leave their cigs on the bar.

I'll keep you posted...Ironic right? Blog....posted?