This was a comment gone awry from importedmemory's latest post.  Here it is:

Mom called me last night to drive home the baby issue again herself, and I told her, right now I am having to much fun playing games and watching cartoons to argue about this, and hung up on her. 

My mother doesn't keep a very clean house, but when she does clean, I have the same expereinces.  I swear there are things that just get tossed out because she's on frenzy.  Still, in her house, she's allowed.  It would be completely different if she was a guest.  If she were a guest I would have her head on a platter for dinner.  I got Mom to stop her frenzing around me because it does actually make me sick.  She ends up throwing up a lot of dust and dog hair and then I can't breathe worth a lick and my eyes swell up  to the size of soft balls.  ANYWAY....

I would call your sister on the shit about the wedding.  When people are thankful of the things I do for them, I never do anything for them agian.  Of course, I have no sisters (not blood sisters anyway) to pull that shit, so I might not have so great a grasp on the subject.  When my Mom was remarried after my Dad died, I didn't even fly up from school.  They were spossed to elope in Mexico, but HER SISTER threw a hissy that she wasn't going to be included in it, SO she ended up doing it in Wasilla.  It was still small, a cheese cake for a weddign cake, and just a few close freinds.    An old acquantance of mine named Missy is getting married soon too.  She's the closest thing I have to a real sister, I guess.  We grew up together, not by choice, but just by the fact that her Mom is my Mom's best friend.  I really can't stand Missy, and she's treated my Mom and I like crap for as long as I can remember.  She asked me to give her away at her wedding during Thanksgiving Dinner, and I promptly said, Oh I wasn't even planning on going.  Julia was there, and her eye's got huge and she dropped her fork. She has since told me it was one of those terrible Thanksgiving moments you see in movies, but just a bit worse.  Then my Aunt wouldn't shut-up about it, and it continued to go down hill.  At anyrate, now I am roped into giving her away at this stupid wedding.  I really don't like her, or the guy she's marrying, so I don't know why I agreed to it.  Oh wait, yes I do, to get everyone off my freaking back so that I can just go back to ignoring the majority of the people I know.  Why did I move back here again?

So now I have to go to this wedding and I have to be IN the wedding.  I HATE WEDDINGS.  Not as much as I hate Funerals, but its a close second.  I won't be lifting a finger for this one, no matter how much preasure I get from above (read Mom).  It just erks me inside that I have to do this... anyway enough about that.  I think I just hate the idea that the girl, who always things its all about her, is going to get exactly what she wants regardless of the way she treats people.  I hate that she has this control over me, forcing me to be in her wedding against my will.

I think when she calls me, I am going to tell her exactly that.  I will do this, only because of family preassure, but that she has know that she will be given away by someone that does not want to be there, that does not like her or her husband to be, and most important that this will not "fix" things between us.  By me doing this, we aren't going to magically become best friends.  She's a selfish bitch who takes advantage of everyone she can.