A lot has happened since the last time I blogged, and I haven’t blogged about my life at home in a really long time. So I’m going to now. I don’t like blogging about my life at home because I always receive comparison/contrast comments, and sometimes I just don’t want them. If you can relate, then that’s OK. But I don’t want to hear about your friend – it isn’t your friend who is reading and commenting my blog, it’s YOU, therefore I want your relation/etc. >.< Not a friend’s.

If you’ve nothing to say – or you don’t want to read this [probably] ridiculously long entry – then read my previous one. It’s short; maybe it’ll float your boat and tickle your fancy.

Remember the whole money situation with Mimi? How she had money, bought boots, and now she’s “broke”, but I know she has money, because she spends it on various things – or has Tommy spend his money – that only include her and/or Tommy. Or even Pat, maybe, because he’s the favorite[1. Mimi has favorites. Tommy’s Mimi’s boyfriend, by the way. Pat, or Patrick, is my youngest brother. I think he is the favorite because he is into what they are into the most. Sure, Mimi’s other grandchildren (including myself) are somewhat interested in country-related things and activities, but he is interested the most. He also gets anything he wants from her, and if you mention that to her, she will deny it and become really angry and defensive. But it’s true. Actions speak louder than words.]

Anyway, a couple nights ago[2. Maybe it was Monday night. Or maybe it was Saturday night, because … Yes. It was Saturday night. Because I remember telling my mom on Sunday, and my mom had company over.] Mimi told me that she may move in with Bebe (my aunt), and that I’ll have to go stay with my mom or my dad because she’s going to “shut down” the house, AKA turn off all of the electricity. I was already planning on looking and applying for jobs, so that hasn’t changed anything. I just have to work twice as hard now, because she won’t be paying my cell phone bill anymore. However, I do still have FAFSA money left over from this semester, and since the remaining money is mine now, I could always use that. I will not drive without a working cell phone. If I cannot find my phone, I won’t go anywhere. I’m too afraid of getting lost and/or something bad happening. I feel way too helpless without my phone, and what if something does happen? No one would know where I was/what happened…[3. If your cell phone is turned off, you can still call 911, but they can’t track your phone.]

A few weeks ago (or maybe just one?) my mom and I found a printed piece of copy paper with a house on it – and a Real Estate agent’s picture and phone number. Edgewood, Texas. Mimi said it was for Susan, a friend of hers. Um, really? Mom and I are still too fishy about that.

The house is $99,000. It would explain everything. >.< And why would Mimi stay at Bebe’s? Why not just fully move in with Tommy? I mean, she’s retiring this year, so she would spend most of her time with Bebe, anyway. According to her, she and Tommy decided that she would retire this year.

Everything’s such a mess, and I really don’t like it. She won’t sell the property; she said she wouldn’t; she better not. 😐

I don’t remember what it’s called, but she was going to keep her 55 acres in the family for 100 years, and then it could be donated to some USA organization of farm and whatnot. Again, I don’t remember what it was called. But I’d have grandchildren by 2080 something. >.> It was as if the family would be guaranteed a place to live and/or hang onto in the future. Ugh.

It’s really frustrating.

But my mom said that Lard wants to put two more walls in the office/game room/area so an extra room would be made – just in case I want to/have to move in. It’d be small, though, and it would be Carrie’s room. I would have Carrie’s room, which has two closets, and Carrie would have one of the closets for her clothes. I thought that was really sweet. I was surprised, to be honest.

It would be nice. Maybe then I’d be able to have a desk, you know? I don’t have any room in my current room, but I wouldn’t have to move everything over here to my mom’s all at once, or maybe even at all. I could just go over there during the day time.

I’m starting a Hope Chest. My dad told me about hope chests last year. I’m going to start one. It’ll be more of a modern/up-to-date one, though. I’ll explain more later, unless someone has a better explanation of what I mean because they think they know what I mean? 😛

Beefly.me is open. Enjoy.