I'm tired.  There, I said it.  I admitted it.  I'm damned tired.  I don't even know if I'm ready for this week, let alone this weekend.  I don't even know if I'll be around here that much.  See, I don't want to say I absolutely won't be, because inevitably then I will find the time and I'll be a liar.  But if I say I will have the time, inevitably I won't find 2 seconds to even THINK about touching the computer, and I'll feel like I'm missing out.  So, here's where I'm leaving it ... I MIGHT be here, I MIGHT not.

The closer it gets to impact ... errr, my aunt's flight landing, the more, ohhh, flustered, I feel.  It feels like we're being shipped a damn nuclear time bomb via air flight.  I'm hoping that all goes well and the whole family is keyed up for nothing.  You'd literally think we were all preparing for war, what with all the scrambling, arguing, paranoia, preparation, etc. that has gone on.  A few of us have even had to give others sort of informational, instructional speeches.  I'll be having mine with my husband tomorrow.  This will be his first encounter with the elusive 'crazy aunt from CA'.  2 others will be joining in this experience with him, as first timers, that is.

Suffice it to say, this woman doesn't have a good track record.  She's very confrontational, she doesn't think before she speaks, and she pushes you until you explode.  Not until you FEEL like it, but until you DO.  She's done it to every one of us, including me, even though I was a kid.  It's the reason many of our family members maintain ZERO contact with her.  It's left me with rather poor feelings about her.  How do you feel good about a lady who you've seen maybe 3 or 4 times in your life EVER when she comes in right after your grandma has died, starts a fight between your parents with you watching, then tries to ask you to move all the way to CA with her because 'you just can't live like this'.  How about this you crazy ding bat, YOU go back to California ALONE, and things will be fine because YOU won't be here starting shit just to prove a point while we're all grieving.

I don't like her.  Bottom line.  She's family, so sure, I don't want anything bad to happen to her, but I'd rather keep her at arm's reach ... maybe even leg's reach because that's a little longer.  Don't worry, I'm already having thoughts of 'Everybody is making it bigger than what it is.'  However, I don't think there's anything wrong with being a little prepared for the possibilities, considering her track record when she is here.  Hell, the last time she came in, one of our/my FIL's family friends (both families have known him, well, at least all of mine and my husband's lives) went to pick her up and give her a ride here .... and after wards he swore he'd never give her another car ride ANYWHERE, or be in the same room with her, as long as he lives.  The guy is a retired police officer, and now works in a federal court house ... he has dealt with a lot of shit, a lot of idiots, heard a lot of stupidity ... so for him to say that, you know it's bad, lol.

Moving on now, getting pretty sleepy, but I feel better having gotten this out.