My brother's birthday wasn't on Tuesday, it was on Friday. [Which I found out today.]

For those of you who don't read my xanga - I looked at my calendar on Tuesday and was like, "OMG IT'S ROBBIE'S BIRTHDAY." But it wasn't. Found out from my aunt and my dad today that YESTERDAY was his birthday.

Whoops, my bad. I've never been able to get that kid's birthday right.

Well, my family's coming over for his birthday tomorrow. Gonna be the first time in YEARS that my Dad's family and my mom and her family [which in this case justs consists of my mom's youngest sister - the other two live too far out of town] will have been together in AGES. We're gonna have soup, salad, sandwiches, and such.

We're gonna sit around and talk about Robbie.

I bet you five virtual dollars this is gonna suck.

My Aunt Vicki [Dad's sister] and my Mom have never gotten along. Part of that being that Vicki wishes she were our [mine and my brothers'] mom. And that Vicki got to kind of monopolize on Robbie's time because Mom had two other kids and a job to manage and the place we lived wasn't a healthy enough environment for Robbie to live with us.
[At the time we lived with my former step-father's parents and they had lots of animals and chain smoked constantly.]

Not to mention that it's just generally awkward.

Hell, it already sucks. I'm having to clean my ass off because these people are coming over tomorrow. And for some reason I can't get UN-TIRED so my ass has been dragging like you wouldn't believe. Must have taken me two hours to clean my bathroom.

Not to mention that mini camp starts next week and I can't quit thinking about it. . . God grant me the strength to not kill the people I cannot stand... the serenity to accept them for their sheer annoyingness... and the wisdom to know where to hide the bloody murder weapons [if the strength and the serenity don't work].