So let's see. Today I went to work for The Health Association which isn't really working anyway. I'll tell you why. I babysit my two stepbrothers aged 9 years and 5 years old. They were fine today mainly because they were both drugged due to being autistic. Now they aren't Rainman or anything. They are pretty much normal kids except for when you tell them they can't have anything in which case their heads started spinning around and green vomit comes shooting out of their mouths. Anyway, the problem today wasn't with them; it was with my father who wasn't even there.

See back in 2001 my mother died and we didn't want to stay in the apartment that reminded us so much of my mother everywhere we turned around. So we decided to move. No problem there. Unfortunately, my father decided to go on a throwing out spree. If he didn't use it, he threw it out. Which is great...for his stuff. Unbeknowing to my brother and I he threw out some of our stuff...sentimental stuff. We just didn't know it until last Christmas.

So fast forward to the Christmas season 2003. It was the first time since my mother died that we were actually going to decorate for Christmas. Get out the tree, lights, ornaments, stockings, wall stuff...everything. So my brother and I went on a search for the 6 boxes (yes 6) labeled in black Sharpie "CHRISTMAS STUFF". We searched everywhere...found 1 box. So I asked my dad "Hey dad. Remember when you said you got everything out of the basement when we moved? Did you get the Christmas boxes?" His reply " Uh, I think so." Yeah, that means no. "Dad, where's the Christmas tree?" His reply "I threw it out. It had mildew on the box." "DAD! DID YOU GET THE DECORATIONS OUT OF THAT BOX BEFORE YOU THREW IT OUT?"
"Uh, I think so." Which leads us to today.

We lost a lot of stuff when the stupidity of man overtook my father's brain. He and I argued about it for about 2 weeks...me crying because I lost stuff that had belonged to my mother...stuff my grandmother had made....sentimental stuff. And mind you, none of it has been replaced yet. So what do I see when I walked into my dad's apartment today? A Christmas tree. Yeah, in the middle of February. It's still in the box and stepmother just went on and on about how it was only $20 and it's got the lights on it all ready and Oh I could just gag myself with a spoon. But here's the best part...the best. They now have 2 (count 'em 1, 2) trees for Christmas. I have none. I have no decorations...they have tons. So I just sat there nodding my head and grinning at her today while what I really wanted to do was start screaming and throwing a tantrum like her rotten children do. Well, I'm just a little bitter. Gotta go smoke.