How Stupid She Was

What can you really say about a blizzard the day after Christmas? Though a day late, I am pretty stoked to be having one. I would have enjoyed this more if so much of the day hadn't been related to someone being stuck in the snow. I woke up this morning feeling a bit uncomfortable, but hey, it's not like I get good sleep these days anyway. Twelve noon was day two of church. I be honest. I stopped paying attention after a while because I created a bow from my coat strap. Yeah, my ADD is pretty bad. After church, I am usually home by 11:45AM, eating lunch. At that time today, I was in a disgustingly long line at Stop n Shop, talking to an old woman and waiting to pay for groceries. After about 30 minutes of waiting, we were done. Oh, but that does not necessarily mean i was home within the next 5 minutes. For the next 15 minutes, my mother and I, optionless, walked around to look for our car. By brother, who came with us into the store, left before us in order to find my father, sister, and the car. When my mother and I originally got out, we waiting in the front for about 10 minutes, hoping they would spot us and drive up, as usual. That failed, so we attacked with Plan B. Walking in the snowy parking lot wasn't too bad, but it only reminded me of bad times, when I felt like was going to die, walking home, in the snow. A few extra tries of walking in the snow failed and my mother and I stayed at the front entrance. Finally, my brother came rolling up. I was pissed off and that feeing grew when I found out he went home, dropped my father off at Blockbuster, and my sister off at home--without warning. Finally home, I was able to sit down and eat. Around 2PM, I came along for the ride to dropped off my sister with my brother. Even at 10 mph, we got her to work and got ourselves home safely. My sister's defiant decision to go to work does not pay off in the end. After a day of pigging out, and trying to shovel with my brother, we got a phone call from my sister informing us that she has begun walking. In a way, my heart dropped. I was brought back to that day where I once was walking in the cold, cold snow by myself. I knew how she was feeling although she said she was fine. I felt bad and really did hope she returns home safely tonight. For every time my mom tried to call her and ask of her whereabouts, my father continued to rant about how stupid she was for going to work and how stupid she was for trying to walk home. Honestly, there is a point where on should stop complaining about what a stupid decision his daughter made and begin to care about her safety coming home. I pissed my off that he was getting more annoyed at us constantly passing in front of the TV, obstructing his view of the TV. My brother ended up jogging half way to meet up with her and make sure she was okay. Every time I looked into my father's eyes, all I could see was this look of irritation.

Sometimes I wonder why you have never had a moment here where you were the one to ask me what is wrong- a moment to figure out what is wrong and try to find some kind of resolution, regardless of who's right or wrong. Photo is of my brother and I right after we spent a little while shoveling. [which was pointless!]