So today is the birthday of my dead best friend right. So I had planned on doing somethings to make myself feel better and celebrate her birthday. One of those things was to bake a cake.
I've woken up early at like... 9:30 (i usually wake up at 12 or 1) , peopel are getting ready to go out and i'm walking around the house watching everyone. I had planned on eating this poptart that was in the cupboard. It seemed like no one wanted it so I took that chance. I put in it the toater and went to say good bye to all the departing people. My mother and younger sister had just gone threw the gate when my grandmother tells me that she''s going out and the soup needs to be made. Okay sure... since no one is here... now i just have to fit my cake making around this. She leaves after telling me what to put in it.
My sister and I are still here. I walked into the laudry where the second stove is with the peas for the soup and she's sitting in there, reading a book of some kind. All I could think at that moment was "Why couldnt she just make the soup so I could make myself happy and mourn at the same time". I'm preparing the soup now and I go back upstairs to blog about my plans for today regarding my best friend and her cake. ME and my live friends started reminising about the times we use to have and we had some happy tears streaming down our faces.
I went back down stairs to check on the soup when the door bell rings. MOM's HOME!!! yay right?... she even has groceries ,SCORE!! , but then she says she's in a hurry and I have to do some laundry and hang them out and pack away the groceries because i'll be the only one here... she was taking my sister.I told her that by giving me these things to do, she has now jepordized my plans for the cake and blogging. So she stayed awhile and unpacked the food so I would have one less thing to do. Thanks mom.
So she left when I was finished along with my sister.
I was doing some serious multitasking ... like... seriously. Once I put the spoon down I turned to the laundry and seperated the clothes then I ran upstairs twice to get the rest of the BASKETS!!! of clothes down. This is just white clothes by the way. When I seperated them I went to cut up potatoes dumped those in the soup and seasoned it somemore...and it goes on and on. When the soup was finally finished I swept the kitchen and put away what I didnt need then turned the machine on. My aunt drove up with my grandmother in tow.
When she came up into the kitchen she asked about the soup and I said it wwas about ready besides the grapefriut that I was tald to put in it. It was still a bit tough. I waited and waited and waited but didnt want to turn the fire up in case it burn. Before I told her this she was washing something in the sink. She had to know why i didnt have beans this morning with everyone else and that not just I should have to luxury of something like a poptart. - _ - . She started telling me that whatever is there to eat... YOU MUST EAT. You should think of other people and stop thinking about just me.
Now let me say what I came to say.
I gave up my entire morning to making soup for everyone, I did everyones laundry so that they wouldnt have to when they got home. I took care of things so that no one would have to worry about it like I usually do and on top of all that, I didnt get to do what I've been wanting to do from the beginning of the week for my DEAD bestfriend's birthday and you dare to call me selfish when I ate something I wanted from last night that would have spoilt because no one else was eating it and you didn't get the luxury of having it AFTER I OFFERED YOU A GOD DAMN PIECE!!!!
Well... now that I've got to say what i needed I'm going to go and eat my soup... then maybe I'll get to blog...and maybe just maybe i'll get to LOOK at a recipe for a cake for next year... Thank you so much.
I had previously posted this in my notes on Facebook because I just couldn't contain it any longer ... this was done at about...hm.
I'll just copy and paste
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