Burden proof

Oh where do I begin...
I've thought of many blogs the past few months. I've had plenty to share here. I guess I've just been lazy. Twitter is a good outlet to vent and look for advice. People actually seem to read what I say over there....here I'm not so sure.

So I guess I should address the current status of my relationship with my parents.
It's no secret of my many feelings involving my family. I think my brother is a worthless waste, my mother is a bipolar doormat, and I think my dad has finally gone off the deep end.
I was blamed for my mother bouncing a check to pay property taxes...don't know how I did that.
Three weeks later I received an insulting email from my dad that is basically summed up with I'm a burden on my family.
So with that I cut off communication with my parents.
All I want is an apology.
Do I think I'll ever get it? Not a chance in hell.

Am I being too demanding? Maybe.
But at some point, everyone has to stand up to the toxic people in their life. This was my time to do that.
And believe me, it's not my first rodeo.

Just for future reference - I caused Hurricane Rita and all the problems that went along with it.

Yup, I'm so badass that I cause natural disasters.

Aside from evicting my parents from my life, I received a promotion.

Operations Analyst.

Yea, I do numbers. That's pretty much all I know.

I am also on a real hunt for a car. Hopefully in the next few weeks Aggie will find a new home and I'll have a pretty new-er vehicle to sport around in with the added luxury of a/c.

Other than that, it's been mostly business as usual.
Trips to Austin, a couple floats down the Comal, lots of live music, a visit to the island, and lots of qt on the couch with my babies.

I can't turn off the Turnpike Troubadour's "Diamonds and Gasoline" album. Go listen. You'll become an addict just like me.