When I wrote my blog about my family, I at first thought that I was going to talk about the reasons all of my family bothered me. But then the story about N. got to be so long that I wanted to keep the complaining about other parts of my family to another blog. Now as I'm writing this I realize that I'm not going to write an entire blog about what all the members of my family do wrong, because that's not what this blog is about. This blog is supposed to be my own personal diary, where I write the daily things that are going on in my life. Sometimes the things in my life can be good things. I'm not about to turn this blog into a bitch fest. My life isn't all bad, there are some days that are really really good; the days where I love my family and friends and there's nothing to bitch about.

Today isn't one of those days. For most of the day, I thought it was going to be pretty empty of events. I thought I wasn't going to write in this blog. Then, as my dad was putting chicken stock into the stuffing we are having for Thanksgiving, I said:

"Do you have to do that?" (Writers note: I don't know if I have talked about being a vegetarian on here, but there you go, I'm a vegetarian, so that's why I asked my dad if he had to put the stock into the stuffing. I like stuffing, and really do believe you can make good food without meat in it. My dad doesn't always make a meal without meat in it, even though I put up a list of foods I eat that are vegetarian that are also healthy, because he doesn't think I eat healthy enough. So when he made rice that actually tasted really good, I was happy he had made a vegetarian dish). To which my dad replied:

"This is how I always do it, I also put chicken stock in the rice the other day"

I was pissed. "Why would you do something like that?" I said to him "It doesn't matter anyway," he said "you eat cheese and eggs."

Now, I may offend some vegans when I say this, but to me eating chicken and eating eggs are two entirely different thing. I don't like the idea of something living being slaughtered. Maybe if I actually went out in the woods and killed and actually worked for my own meal, I would eat it, but the way cows are horded into the killing machine (I don't know what it's called, so I'm calling it that) to me is wrong. An egg was never living.

I don't remember the exact words my dad said to this, if really anything important, but that's not the point. My mom pointed out that it might have been an honest mistake, that he completely forgot about my being a vegetarian. If that were true, and he just would have said something like "Oh A. I'm sorry I completely forgot" I would have said it was fine and just let it go. But that's not what he said. He basically told me that I need the nutrients anyway and that since I eat eggs it should be ok.

My mom also said that my dad gets so frustrated at things that he sometimes takes it out on me. But it doesn't seem like sometimes. This goes back to the fact that I'm the only sister at home; and the sister that's home gets to deal with all the bad moods from the shit that the other sisters do. It just seems like my dad is constantly taking his frustrations out on me. And my dad seems to get frustrated very easily.

And I understand why my family gets frustrated, especially right now with everything that is going on with N. But with my dad, it's different. When my mom gets frustrated, we just avoid the topic. Every now and then she'll bark out something, but other then that my mom generally keeps the frustrations inside, taking a glass of wine and watching law and order so she calms down. My mom in a bad mood today when I called her but she STILL was able to take the news that my dad and I were fighting again with grace, thinking about it while she was on her way home after I hung up the phone and realizing that I was right.

Why can't my dad do that? And why does he constantly do whatever he wants to do without any regard to other people! He does that sooo often, but he actually does that to my mom more then me.

The thing about my dad and I is that we have almost the same personality. We both can stare off into space and not listen to any body else that's talking, and we both sometimes do what we want to do before anyone else. My mom says that happens in a lot of families, that the parent and child who have the same kind of personalities fight the most. She says this is why her and N. fight so often. If there are other people who read this and agree with what my mom is saying, please either put a comment in here or if you know me email or IM me. If neither of these things are an option, then I'll find out if it's true from other people.

Hopefully the next time I write on here I will have good news. But until we meet again, I hope everyone has a good night, and a Happy Thanksgiving!