Not such a great thanksgiving

Okay, first off, Thanksgiving should be family event. Which means that you should be spending it with family, not going off to your girlfriend's house (unless that girlfriend is/or is about to become your fiancee). Of course, when you're 17, that condition doesn't exist. Excuse me for thinking that Thanksgiving should be for family, and you should do things as a family, whatever those things might be. But no, the only thing we did together today was dinner, and even that was subdued as my other brother didn't come home from college for Thanksgiving. Seriously, doing things with the family should be priority number one. End of discussion.

Second, my mother put the fudge out in the garage on my dad's truck to get it out of the way while she was cooking. However, she didn't tell anyone she was putting it out there, so when my brother took the truck and went to his girlfriend's house, the fudge (and the glass pan it was in) ended up in pieces in the cul-de-sac. GRRRRRRRR

I wish my family understood me

You know, I wish my family understood me, and the things that make me who I am. I can't decide if that makes me sad or angry. Maybe a little of both. They just don't "get" me, and no matter how many times I may try to explain something about me, they simply can't connect the dots. Since I badly want them to "connect the dots," that's really frustrating for me. It's frustrating to realize that my family may never understand me. I suppose that makes it all the more important for me to find a husband one day that does truly understand me. He's going to really have to "get" me, because I don't think I could deal with a husband that didn't, on top of my family.

Photos

I realized that I've been putting photos up at facebook, but havent been giving anyone a chance to see them. Facebook now has a way to share photos, so see the links below :)

Friends and Family
Me
My Doggies
Cubs Game Part One
Cubs Game Part Two

Enjoy!

God forbid I have a different opinion than my parents

Seriously, when are my parents going to learn that I have different opinions than them on just about everything, and am now an adult? I'm inclined to believe never, at this rate. Excuse me for having a mind, and being able to think for myself. Heaven forbid I actually have the ability to disagree with them on anything. Sometimes I just want to strangle my parents. And then they wave my choices in my face like just by thinking for myself, I'm automatically wrong. And heaven forbid I actually express my opinions, let alone simply have them. My parents need to get over themselves, they're not perfect. They've been good parents, but they're far from perfect. It'd also be nice if they realized that I'm not my brothers, I dont want to be anything like my brothers, and I'm also not perfect. Oh, and that I simply don't care. I hate how people think the oldest has it best. I'm sorry, but I'd have to disagree. Many times, I've wished I was an only child. That way, nothing to live up to. My brothers are younger than me, and I still feel like I have to live up to their brains and their level of "perfection." Would it kill my family to take an interest in some of the things I care about, instead of maligning them at every turn? I can't begin to count the number of times over the years that my parents have come close to burning several bridges where I'm concerned, simply because they didn't care enough. I wish they'd just care.