Happy St Patrick's day

Breathe in and out. Calming myself down. I know that lately the only time I get on here is to vent but well I haven't much other choice.

I am one of the most organized people there are. I admit I am not good at spotanaity at all. I have my week figured out before it's even begun. I make plans. I am a plan maker. bWhen I do things I do things with a certian goal or plan in mind. I guess you could say that those personality traits are even more evident while I am on my period. Now I started my period yesterday. The plan for nearly a week now was that I was going to make a St. Patrick's Day dinner today. Full-on Irish meal. As of last week the origional plan got canceled and the dinner was nearly canceled. The person who's house we were using couldn't make it. Leaving Paul, his mom, and I with the dinner. See why it would be discontinued. Well Sunday night it got re-instated. Paul's best friend would be joining us and I could make my meal. The dog once again got sick so she needed someone to watch after her. Today is my only day off all damn week. I said ok I'll watch her since I have to come over around 4 to start cooking anyways. Seeing as its my only day off I NEEDED to do laundry. Cool cool bring it along. Last night upon my arrival I discovered that they didn't have a single clean towel. Another couple loads added to the day. No biggie. Oh and Paul needs laundry done too again a few more loads. Woke up this morning at 9. Paul slept till 10. Took care of the dog for that hour, started laundry, swept and vacuumed a couple rooms in that hour alone. By the time Paul left for school I had one load completely done and two rooms completely clean. Sheets then got added to the list of things Hannah can take care of today. Really no big deal right, I mean it's their washer and dryer, their laundry detergent that I am using. I do it, I do it all clean three rooms and end up doing I think about 11 loads of laundry all damn day. I start cooking. While standing in the kitchen reading the label of the Guinness bottle I am cooking with Paul's sister walks in with  her spoiled ass kid. Her fiance is on the way and she's here because well I'm cooking dinner. WHAT! WAIT! I just cleaned a damn house washed 7 loads of clothing and items that aren't mine and suddenly 3 more people show up. The recipes I am using are enough for 4 people only now we have 7 at the fucking last minute. Did I have a clue? Did I have a chance to change it up at all? Was I informed? No. I ask her as nicely as possible How'd you know about dinner? Oh Paul invited us this morning. (This morning when he slept showered and went to school.) Alright few deep breaths. I don't hold things in well I decide its best if I leave the room and distract myself or call someone and complain. Oh and I had wanted to invite a couple friends over too but I couldn't do that. Now it's just boiling over. And I am supposed to be the happy "Oh Ok thats cool" person. No not capable. Went down to stir the stuff right before I started this entry and nobody's here I am left to assume that they took the dogs for a walk. Cuz where else would they go. Thanks for telling me. Show up to eat the food I am making and don't even let have a fucking clue about a damn thing. Thanks. Big fucking thanks. I am not doing another damn thing with his family until his mother and his ass can show up and do somethign with mine. When he can put forth the fucking effort for me.

I cannot stand my boyfriend's family. Really, I can't. I mean I do my best and I have been nice as nice can be but his mother oh she will be my last straw! A while back she questioned my birth control and accused me of trying to trap down my boyfriend. That his education was the most important thing and that everything else is a distraction and if a kid came around he would never get his dream. In the words of my very good friend Mikey "That woman needs to get her head out of your vagina." She was even going to go as far as looking up free birth control routes. WOMAN!! I am 22 nearly 23, been having sex for a good number of years, NOT in any place of life to have a kid! I am responsible god-damn it and not to be rude I really do love Paul and we are great together but he just isn't the trapping type. Seriously the kid lives off of an Army Reserve monthly check and goes to school full-time to be a mechanic. Oh ladies hold back he's mine to trap down! We've been together 6 freaking months! Babies don't come into the picture until I have walked down that isle and have the two rings to prove it! Oh there is so much more to this involving both of her daughters that I can't even get into right now! Both with illegitament children and one was for drug money from her boss while she worked as a stripper in his bar. Yeah way more to that.

Plus over time probably a year from now I plan on getting a place. In all likelyhood this place will be with him if we are still together. I have every intention and hope to still be with Paul, of course I may have to kill his family in order to survive it. This past weekend the woman refused to go to dinner with Paul and I and my parents but she could go to the bar with us and our friends. My friends not even his friends. She says sure I'll go then doesn't even talk to anyone but her boyfriend and Paul...hell not even me. Sunday it was planned that Paul and I were doing dinner with my family bc my Mom was making a good dinner. That would be around 6. Paul is in a band (lets not get started on that tonight...his one fault honestly) they practice from around 11 to 1 or so. Normally there is boy-time after band practice puts him at getting home around 3 or 4. Perfect, he can shower then we can make the half hour drive back to my place in time for dinner. Oh no this woman decides to make full blown burritos at 4 for him since he'll be hungry even though she had specifically asked what time our dinner was taking place. I bit my tongue. That was pushing my last nerve.

Then that last nerve frayed and landed in the bottom of a pit by the time my family's supper got started. Paul got a dog. Jezebel, black lab German shepard mix. Freaking doll. I love this dog she is so good and so young! She gets in trouble with Paul so she comes to me with that look "Mommy please." All the time. She cuddles with me and at night when we let her sleep in bed with us she snuggles up next to me. She is my cuddle buddy! Well anyways Friday Paul was working in his house and she being a puppy wanted to see what was up, in other words got in the way a hell of alot. I took the liberty of bringing her for a walk so that she could stretch her legs, play, and well get out of the way. We went on a long fabulous walk. Come Sunday Paul informs me directly before our dinner that his mother was mad I took Jezzie for a walk. That is her and Paul's dog not mine so I had no right to take the dog for a walk. Like I had stepped in on her jurisdiction. Umm sorry REALLY!  SERIOUSLY! The dog is Paul's he has done everything to take care of it she just watches her when Pauls with me at my house because he can't bring her along till she's finished with all her shots and fixed. This woman also lays claim to her boyfriend's dog too...cuz well Auto is her's too.

Now the rest of the family that bothers the hell out of me ties in with my poor Jezzie and the fucking witch of a woman. Marie, Paul's older sister, lives in northern Ohio, has two kids, and is married to a large animal vet. Dave has been so kind and generous to offer his services by updating her shots and fixing her for free as long as we get her up to them. Not too big of a hassel just have to find a couple days to make the drive. Now Marie's youngest daughter who is like 2 maybe is a spoiled brat, she still sleeps with Mom and Dad. She hates being put down and well spoiled brat screaming, hissy fits, tantrums, etc. This daughter is just a handful for Marie so she needs "help." (It's called  husband and disciplin) In the month of December Marie and Avery and I think Mason was here for two weeks total. Now I'm sorry but supposidly this girl has a job at a dentist office...when was she working. On one of her trips down here she didn't want to be in the car with the children for the whole four hours so Witch and Paul met them half way so she could escape...talk about OH MY GOD! Alright so this weekend I work a whopping four hours and was going to try and get those switched with someone so I could go up with Paul and Jezzie to see about getting her fixed. Weekend away with Paul sounds great, right...WRONG! It couldn't be that easy...NO! Marie wants to come down for another week so she wants to come back with us but wants Witch to come up too so she can ride back here with her. So now this wonderful weekend is now Paul, Jezzie, Me and Witch then soon joined by Marie and Brat. Oh wait before Witch confrotned me with this whole birth control/trapping issue she talked to Marie first. My vagina was discussed with the woman who can't even take care of her own kids! Wait oh yeah this too...now Dave being a large animal vet gets called away alot and weird hours. Mason their other son is school age and that's why he won't be joining for the get-away. Now she's leaving her elementry age son(3rd grade maybe) at home with his dad who may end up in a barn come 5 am one morning. Right...about that parenting. When is this girl going to work...man I need a job with that much vacation time. HOOK ME UP! Well as of right now I haven't gotten that day switched and, you know, I really don't think I am going to try to. I would rather stay in Troy go to work for four hours one night in three than deal with all that shit. Oh plus Witch's boyfriend's dog Auto will be along for the ride to reep the benefits of a free vet visit. Lets put a 5 month old puppy, a 3 year old lab, one large dog kennel, and three people in one vehicle to turn around and drive back with a drugged up puppy and wait...Marie and brat. Here I was when it was just Paul, Jezzi and I offering my Honda CRV for the trip but you know I just don't see me being able to get out of work.

I may be a horrible girl friend but if you were here and had witnessed all of this these past few months you'd share in my frustrations. My mother's summary is "Hannah I think this woman hates you." My dad's theory is that Paul is her youngest only boy child there-for no girl is good enough and she sees me as a threat to her little boy and their relationship so therefore I need to be gone. Thier relationship...talk about fucked up. I mean after talking to Paul's best friend and gotten my warnings from him. Yeah, there really is no "mother-son relationship" between Paul and Witch. He hasn't lived with her since he was 10 until not even a year ago when he got back from Iraq. Yeah that makes sense.

OHHHHH sigh...its off...all of it...it's off my chest now. Finally. My couple friends I talk to about this stuff didn't answer their phones tonight so I had to get it all out somewhere.

If a member of Paul's family reads this Sorry for the blatant honesty. I needed it out. Had to. Paul I doubt you read this because you don't have the link. Again blatant honesty. That's all I can say.

If you get to this point in reading this leave me a comment because I want to thank you for actually reading all of this!

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I went and saw Twilight last night and plan on seeing it again soon. Well when I have the money. I am in love with it! I will agree with Seth(Stephenie's brother) that no movie is ever as good as the book but I walked out of there so impressed and addicted. I went to it with my friends from book club. There was definetally a varied review of the film. There were a couple of us that was madly in love with it. Mel and I. Then there was a few who were okay with it. Then of course there were a couple who hated it. Which is bound to happen. I must say that it is a movie worth seeing, just try to go early so that the screaming crazy girls during kissing scenes and such don't ruin it for you.

Oh and my favorite car ever was in it and I freaked more on that then when they had a rather hot make-out session on Bella's bed.