You know, I still dont like the taste of shoes, but at least I know that I wasn't exactly wrong when I told my cousin off. As you read in my post "I never did like the taste of shoe in my mouth" I went off on my cousin for the way she was treating her sister. I went off on her and it turns out that the cousin I was defending was lying to me about everything that was going on. I felt so bad, that I cried, I love my family and I would never do anything to hurt them. But having said that, I'm finding out now, that maybe the things I said to her, I wasn't so far off.
Last week I took my Tia (aunt in Spanish) to have her divorce papers filled out and after we were done, she tells me that she needs to ask me something....I knew exactly what it was. She goes on to tell me that her youngest brother, who we all call Huero (which means white boy in Spanish) had been telling her that he had been to my house and he saw a "Wicca" book on my table and that I worship the devil and practice black magic. Hmm....what to do? What to say? I was pissed, but not for him saying that I practice black magic, but the fact that he is saying he has been in my house. There is no way in hell I would let that piece of shit in my house. Now I know that you are thinking, how can I call my uncle a piece of shit? Well he steals from my grandfather and he gave up his rights to his daughter so that he doesn't have to pay child support and he calls himself a man of God and wants to become a Pastor. He's a piece of shit.
So my Tia starts to ask if it's true about the "black magic?" I tell her, yes and no. That I practice magic but there is nothing black about it. Although, now I'm thinking about what I want to do to Huero. I was very careful on what I said to my Tia, I don't want to freak her out. And she didn't. But I had to tell her that he has never been in my house and that he is lying and if I found out that he was actually in my house when I wasn't home, I will call the cops on his sorry ass. She just looked at me and said nothing. But before I took her home, she was upset that he was lying about me.
So Ive been thinking, where could he have gotten the idea. Because I don't talk about my faith with my family. Obviously, they're a bunch of psycho ass christians....YES the scary kind. I believe that everyone needs some kind of faith in there life and those that don't have it have issues, but this part of the family don't need God, they need fuckin medication. Well the only thing that I can think of is about two semesters ago, I took an English class and half the time that I was there, I was hella bord, so I used to sit and doddle the HIM symbol (heartagram) all over my book and the next semester I learn that another Tia (the mom of the one I told off) is taking that same class and wanted to use my book. So I gave it took her. When I got the book back, all of my heartagrams were made into crosses.....lol.
So yesterday was Easter and I took my kids to my grandpa's house. I didn't want to go because I cant stand my family right now. Either they are talking shit about me or they are hating on Joe. Joe hasn't been to a family function in almost two years. Last time he was there, everyone except for my mom, my Tia, my brother and a few cousins, everyone ignored him and treated him like shit. Joe said that he wasn't going back and I don't blame him. I wish that I didn't have to go either. But my grandfather is 79 yrs old and I want to spend as much time with him as I can.
I wasn't looking forward to the drama and I was worried that if Huero and all the other fucked up in the head christians were there, that I might go off. I get there and so far....nothing. The family that was there were actually happy to see me...well almost all of them. So for those of you that don't know me personally, you know that I am always in black, and when I'm not its usually....fuck that you know that I'm never in anything else...lol. So I'm making the rounds giving kisses to all the Tia's and then I get to Tio Joe, biggest asshole of them all (this is a whole other blog) but I go to give him a kiss and before I do he says, "why are you always dressed like your depressed?" and I put my hand to my head and say "cuz my life is so depressing, OH!!" and just walked away as all my cousins laughed, went inside said hi to my grandpa went back outside to spend time with my family. He didn't talk to me the rest of the time nor did he talk to my daughter either. The pyscho christians never showed, they feel that it is more important to be with their church family than their aging grandfather. Hey that was good for me...no complaints here
It ended up being a great afternoon. That is the first time in I don't know how long that I actually enjoyed being there when everyone else is there. One of my Tia's, instead of hiding her candies, she just threw them at the kids as they looked for the other candies. It was great to see the kids bent over to pick up an egg and then get clocked in the head with a mini snickers....LMAO!!!
BTW...your probably wondering what the hell my title of this blog has to do with this post. Well it doesnt, when I was thinking of a title, George Castanza popped into my head. Blessings all
