What a great day!

Well, angrygirl didn't have the bestest of long weekend. We were actually very disappointed with how everything went down. Angrygirl (who loves bunnies and Easter) had her family over at her house. Angrygirl's birthday is also always celebrated with the family at Easter. Well, things didn't get off to a good start this Easter.

It seemed that every step of the way angrygirl got criticized for everything. What she wore, how she did things, how she acted. And I'll admit, I was in a bad mood. I was tired and grumpy and upset about people coming over. My sibling was supposed to come over (whom I am not a fan of) and my cousin. We had a 'falling out' a few years back and so we're not friends anymore. I didn't want to celebrate my birthday with people that don't care about me.

It all started in the morning when I said I was going to exercise. Apparently I slept in and didn't help to put the turkey into the oven. However, I did make the stuffing the night before... but that doesn't amount to anything. After exercising I ate breakfast. All the sudden my mother comes rushing into the kitchen and exclaims "NOTHING IS DONE!" So, I start peeling potatoes and carrots. Then I was preparing the roasted red peppers, which my mother had roasted a while ago and froze. Well, she froze them with the skin on, so I then had to peel those too. And it was near impossible, and my mother kept making comments about how I was 'wasting' all the peppers. I told her that peeling them was very difficult and that I was doing the best I could. And I proceed to tell her that it was so difficult due to her. Well, then she said, "It's just the skin, people CAN eat it!" So, I stopped peeling the skin off (I got about 3/4 of them clean off) and began dressing them. Well, my mother then put the peppers into some bowls for the table and screeched "YOU didn't take ALL the skin off!" So I avoid fighting by going upstairs and taking a shower to get ready. Well, I was getting dressed and got a pound on my door. I was supposed to come down and carve the turkey. I asked them to wait ten minutes until I was ready and got a talking to for that. Something about how I wasn't a team player and I was being selfish. Yada-yada-yada.

So I come downstairs and say hello to the guests that had arrived and went into the kitchen. Well, the turkey wasn't ready. But I never got an apology for the lecture I received prior to. So, I am in the kitchen wearing a dress and shoes (that's how I do it) and my mother exclaims again "Why are you wearing that!!!" I ignore her and start working. I walked across the kitchen and end up slipping. I catch myself on the counter, however, I get yelled at because I made a dish slide across the counter. It didn't break, it just slid and I get the "you are SO careless." So, I continue working. My cousin and aunt then come over. My aunt says hello to me but not my cousin. I said hello, but she ignored me. That's fine. However my father says to me "why are you holding a grudge!" I'm sorry, didn't I say hi?

Finally the turkey is ready and I begin carving it. And my father is standing beside me, making SO many comments. I asked him if he wanted to do it and he replies "No, you do it, just do it right and listen to my instructions." I'm sorry, I've carved a couple turkeys in my day. I'm no ace, but I can do it. Well, I resume cutting and he gives me another comment. I politely put the knife down, wash my hands and leave the room. I went to my room to be alone for a little bit and collect myself and I get called down for dinner. I come downstairs and go into the dining room. And here's where I get uber pissed.

Someone took my spot. I ALWAYS sit in the same spot. ALWAYS!!! My cousin's boyfriend is sitting in my spot. I leave the dining room and go into the kitchen and say "My cousin's boyfriend is sitting in my seat." My mom and dad ask who is sitting in my seat, and say they will take care of it. Well, I go back into the room and they get me a seat, between my cousin and my sibling. THE LAST TWO F-ING PEOPLE I WANT TO SIT BETWEEN! I say, that's not my seat and walk out of the room. Then they move my brother over a seat and say "Sorry, here's your seat." Well, it's still not my seat. So anyways, I sit down on the chair and immediately stand up. The chair is broken. I switch it for a chair from another room in the house, so I am now sitting at the dining room table, not in my seat, in a mismatched chair. To boot, I had no napkin, glass or fork. I felt SO alienated. It's like I didn't belong there or no one wanted me there. So we begin eating and no one passed me any food. So I got potatoes, cause they were right in front of me. I stood up and got one piece of turkey and some peas. Well, okay my mother passed me the peas. But no carrots, no asparagus and worst of all NO stuffing! That's like the best part of the turkey, even though it originally isn't a part of the turkey.

Now, I'm feeling like super crap. I have a pounding headache and I'm feeling bad. So, I got to my room to be alone and take a nap. My dad comes and knocks on my door and asks me to come downstairs for coffee and cake. So, I sit down at the table and there is no coffee. So I get my french press out and makes some coffee for myself. I bring it into the room and people ask for some coffee. Now this french press is a one cupper. So I give two other people really small amounts of coffee, because that is all you get when you split it three ways. So my sibling asks for some coffee and I says there is none left and that's when I get chastised for not making coffee for everyone. I am such a bitch, especially when everyone requested tea! And now the cake.

A few weeks ago was my grandmother's birthday. We bought her a special order cake for her birthday, however my aunt also bought her a cake. So we are left with a cake. It's a chocolate hazelnut cake. It had a happy birthday grandma on it, however my mom wiped off her name and rewrote my name on it, however it looked stupid. So, she told me, I'm not going to put it on the cake because it looks ugly. And I agreed with her and said I wanted no mention of my birthday. So we sit down at the table and cut the cake. There is a chocolate on top of the cake (the only one) and my mother gives me the first piece and the chocolate and says "Angrygirl get's it because it's her birthday!" At which point someone boohs and someone else says "so?!?!"

So I'm not to happy. I actually feel like a bigger pile of crap then I did before. And the cake was CRAPTACULAR!!! Oh, it was the worst cake ever! Oh, and it's hard to make chocolate taste horrible for me but it did! I didn't even finish my slice of cake. Everyone else did and was raving about how great the cake was. Afterwards my mom and dad say that it waws a horrible cake. So, I'm not being a pooh-head. However, for two people that disliked the cake, they ate their entire big slice. Well, that was my craptacular Easter dinner. I have vowed never to go to another family dinner again. I don't need the grief or the stress. And you know what I have to say to the people that are mad at me for not going to dinner.

Whatever!!!