I just made the best damn noodle salad that there ever was. Recipe (to be credited to Real Simple magazine) is below.

But aside from my master culinary skills...

Ever get to the point, where you are just like ENUFF! BASTA!

I'm to that point.

I'm kind of tired of the crazies. And they are everywhere.

Cut to earlier today, outside of the Target... Snidge is running in for some photo paper for her parents' printer. Lady sitting outside on bench, fully made up, the necklace matches the bracelet matches the earrings - you get what I'm saying. I think she even had one of those Brighton purses (God forbid). She is talking into a cell phone and is near tears and all that Snidget can hear is "I mean she's just crazy! And she won't get help!! I mean we've just tried and tried and we've ALL TALKED TO HER.. but she just keeps having these crazy spells!"

I see... kinda like sitting in front of a Target spilling your guts into a cell phone for all the world to hear.

I go back to my parents house, and my brother decides to tell me (or maybe this was last night, hell I can't keep it all straight) that my sister's bowling alley (part time, mind you) boyfriend is now introducing her as his "fiancee."

Right...

Do I need to remind you guys that my sister's divorce was only final back in February?

And do I need to remind you that neither one of them really has a full time job with benefits?

So then I get to listen to my mother go nutso as she maps out the next three years of my sister's life and all the various possibilities.

In the end, she says "Well... I'm sure your father and I will have to bail her out."

UGH!

I mean it has just been one of those weeks, where wherever I turn, there's a crazy and a crazy's story... and you know... I just... have had it UP TO HERE. So many people are so ready to dump their nutty stories on you, and it just weighs you down... do you know what I mean?

I just want to say, look people... I was in therapy for two years... in the words of the great band ELO, don't bring me down, man. I'm just now (at times) starting to feel halfway normal in this world... like MAYBE I can function... MAYBE I can - you know - socialize with people that don't end up crying at the dinner table, or girls that don't throw their drinks in an ex's (or not so ex's) face.

I should also take the time to mention that my mother and father are convinced that I am "unhappy" and that they are "concerned." And okay... that might be kinda true... I have been in a funk... but I'm working my way out of it.

And so today.. TODAY... my mother says this (and I almost want to clock her)- "Snidget... are you unhappy because you don't have anybody?"

For fuck's sake.

Mom... I appreciate the concern. But for Snidgey - there ARE FAR WORSE THINGS THAN BEING ALONE such as being trapped in something with the wrong person (which I have experienced first hand).

Anyway... there's my Sunday rant. Below is the recipe: