Sporadic

I feel like my blogging has become less consistent. And I dislike that.

Apparently I never mentioned that my family moved. Seriously. I have no more family members living in Oxnard. This is what happened:

My mom decided that she should move to St. George. I never really thought she would, but she believes she'll be more able to find a husband living there and so she went through with the move.

With my mom moving my brothers needed to find a place to live. Jason toyed with a few ideas: moving in with our dad and Peggy or moving to Arizona to live with a girl with a lazy eye. Instead he moved to Simi Valley. A very adult move, if I say so myself. Jacob decided to move to Ohio, where he is now going to be living with a (straight) guy that he met online that promised him a job at Taco Bell.

This has been one of the most interesting things that my family has experienced in a very long time.

In other news, my mom and Jacob came by for a little visit, as they were in the same state. Jacob tried to get out of it at the last minute because he preferred to drive through Denver to stay with his friend's friends. I guilt tripped him and he came to Provo. He arrived separately from my mom, who also brought her friend Kevin. Megan and Marie were here for Sunday dinner with my family, which was a huge blessing. My mom walked into the apartment, spoke to me, saw Marie, got very excited and went to hug her, at which point I reminded her that she had not yet hugged me. Then she spent the next 6 hours talking. Part of it was to talk about how I'm inappropriate, when she started talking about the sex lives of other people. She barely looked at Megan. It was way awkward. And she didn't ask me a single question. Saying she talked for those 6 hours is not an exaggeration. She literally gave a monologue. She also volunteered Marie to chauffeur us around for the next day.

The next day (Monday) wasn't so bad. Except while we were putting a puzzle together and I mentioned that something she had just said was something my dad says to me, too, and when it came down to I would (hopefully) be a doctor and support them during their retirement and how this divorce was getting expensive for me (a complete joke) she freaked out, started to cry and screamed at me that if one more person blamed her for her decision (which I wholeheartedly support) she would lose it. I told her to calm down, and asked if she wanted me to leave the room. That seemed to snap her back to reality and she continued putting the puzzle together, and upon noticing that I had not continued to put the puzzle together she nonchalantly said "it's over now, you can continue with the puzzle".

This visit could have been much, much worse. Thank heavens for my girls (Megan and Marie).