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Okay--we aaaaall know how moms are famously prone to bragging on their own as though they were the most glorious thing anyone has ever laid eyes on (I mean more than any other child,that is).We ALSO all know how they will defend their child to the death without even knowing anything ABOUT the situation,=Owhich...ya know...can be either incredibly adorable,incredibly amusing,or incredibly aggravating,or ridiculous--all depending on what sort of a mood you are in,but I'm just NOW starting to realize to what insane proportions they will carry it.

For example--from last June to January,2009 I was living with my cousin Mandy,who,although she is only four months younger than me,acts like she IS four months old sometimes,but I suppose I digress =P in n*e*event though...and we had some interesting confrontations (we had some nice,I guess what you could call,warm,fuzzy...=P moments ...but um...for the most part we had some moments that might remind you of an episode of "The Sopranos"--nah, I'm just joshin ya,but still...there's was a good deal of drama to be sure,and there were,indeed,times we wanted to WHACK each other...just not in the same sense of the word the Sopranos might've used it XD XD XD),and in the END I was brought to remember...that this was still the very same child ...that would put her head down and start making the most awful,...pitiful...crying sounds...and then when you would get all WORRIED about her,and ask her "Mandy,are you okay?" she would jerk her head up real quick with the most disgustingly hideous,impish grin you've ever seen in your life, and say "SUCKERRRR" (again the smile was...VERY...buh*huh* huh* *shiver* well I'll just say it: creepy *shiver*)yes,this was the saaaame child...the only difference?...she grew UP...yeah, so anyway,yes,nowadays when I deal with her I keep that in mind =/,but in n*e*event--this woman(IF you can call her that) is prone to some very ugly mood swings,temper tantrums,and emotional outbursts--PLUS,she was always borrowing my money and not repaying me and then threatening to throw me out n*e*time I didn't BEND to her WILLLLL! =U =V =O yeah,she was quite the delectable(I'm using kinder words here XD) nut =/...well,oneday me and her mom were talking and she was telling me Mandy's complaints about me,and how she was always trying to help people and getting screwed over by them,and,basically,for me to please not screw her over also. LOL XD XD XD as IF =U...heh...but movin on...so there's one ridiculous thing that I heard her mother say on more than one occasion,the irony never escaping me,of course o.O O.o...

Okay,so next scenario:One of my other aunts(who's really just Mandy's aunt,b/c it's her mom's sister,and I'm related to Mandy through my uncle--my mom's brother--not her mom), Martie,has three children: a 24(like me,almost 25 year old) year old,named Sarah(whose name,if you don't know,means "Princess"...now...we all love Sarah...but...well,let's just leave it at that...),who has a 7 year old,named Jimmer,whom her mother raises,and a 3 week old baby.Wait,now that I think about it she only has TWO children! =O--I was thinking Jimmer was her youngest child,but Jimmer is Sarah's son... okay,well anyway...Then I think her son,Ryan,is older than Sarah,but anyway...Now Sarah is rude,selfish,mean,ugly (behaviorwise,I mean),beligerent,hurtful...etc...she's rarely invited to social functions in the family b/c of the fact that she's so rude,and she always ends up saying something bitchy to sum*1--sometimes,even a child,such as my FOUR year old cousin,Taylor(Mandy's daughter,who is absolutely precious ^.^ but then again aren't they all? =...but this child...I love her so...but anyway).The other day my Aunt Martie,I hate saying this but,...she had to go over to Sarah's to make sure she wasn't ignoring her three week old baby girl ='C...so you get the picture?...and yet her mother,my Aunt Martie,said to me the other day--of my cousin Mandy and her mother,my Aunt Dena(who,for whatever reason,is my favorite Aunt)--"oh,yeah, they NEVER help Sarah!" (well WHO could BLAME them,lady?! =U...yet and still ='C...it really is all so sad =''C )

Then there's my mom: like TWO YEARS ago =U my (now ex-boyfriend--at the time pre-boyfriend stage of our relationship) FELL on my left thumb (which I am a lefty, but) and he came down on it with SO much weight, 170lbs worth to be exact,that I ended up having to have it put in a cast.Now, it was just a spraign(or however you spell that word--whatever, y'all know what I mean),but it needed to be put in a cast in order to heal back into it's normal...whatever!=O...I am SO tired of not being able to think of words!=U =V O.o o.O =P WHATEVER! =U UGH!...anyway...well,my MOM takes more than just a normal jealous mother disliking to Jermaine who is the light of my life,or at least always HAS been since we got together a couple of years ago (you know something?... I just realized it has actually been THREE years! =O oh my gush,wow--since he accidentally hurt my hand),and she swears up and down that he did it "ON PURPOSE!" she says (amongst other things I really don't care to repeat,or even take the time to talk about any longer),which he absolutely did not...to make matters worse,before he plopped down in the seat next to me (see he was perched atop the van seat in front of me and he just shy of six feet high,and I am just shy of five, besides the fact that he,at the time weighed in at 170 and I at around 105,AND the fact that he was sitting on top of the back part of the seat,up in the air,and I was sunk down in my seat) he said to me "move your hand",now...before he spoke those words to me I was dozing off a little I think,for I dumbly moved my hand as slowly as humanly possible across the air and past my face, like uh-duh "okay,why am I moving my hand again?"...just watching it move ever-so-slow-motion-like from one side of the seat PAST where he was about to plop his big,clumsy butt next to mine (which,I can't really judge cuz mine is just a small,clumsy butt instead of his big,black, delectably georgous one *.* ^.^ XD :D can't find the right face oh well),so of course,well, what actually happened was that his right armpit came down with the full force of his weight OVER my left thumb,which was poised in the air,being the dumbass that I am O.o o.O.

So,you see,it is flatly amazing to me...how,even,in the most ridiculously ridiculous of circumstances...mothers continously PERSIST in defending their emotionally disturbed,or emotionally void,spastic,drastic,freakazoid,did you escape from the nice place with the padded walls?,haphazard children...they seperate themselves from all reality of the matter,and continue at a sickening rate to see their children as always the innocent little angel who just,oh Woe is ME! =O WHY, O heavens! Why are you picking on that precious,darling,little innocent child?!...it's really kinda sweet,I guess...in a... disturbingly crazy sort of way...hmmm...in any event

I have come to the conclusion...that mothers are...ridiculous...

beyond all comparison...

just...

ridiculous...