299

Hey there friends,

That's not a typo up there, this is my 299th post on Teddy Graham Memories. It seems bittersweet after thinking about it. I've been able to keep writing in this blog for longer than I've done any other project. (Except my other long-running project of being a geek/dork/nerd. But I'd rather consider that an ongoing character study that has no end. So TGM takes the top spot project-wise.)

Unfortunately, I'm not sure if I'll be in Muncie to write up my 300th post.

Yesterday, my dad and I went to my Uncle's house here in Indy that he wanted me to paint before the start of August. After seeing that the mold situation in the basement is worth getting a professional to take care of, I'm probably only going to be asked to paint the upstairs of the house. But that might not even happen if my Uncle decides to to hire a professional to do the entire job.

If I do end up painting the house, I may not be back to Muncie for another week to ten days. As much as I like being home, I prefer Muncie because I don't have to sleep on a small bed and deal with my family. The way they all act makes me glad I kept a residence in Muncie this summer.

My Dad treats me like a bloody indentured servant when I'm around here. Either to go shopping, do yard work, or do other projects (like the golf outing, which I REALLY didn't want to do). He's able to do this because I hate feeling guilty, and he has the ability to lay some really wicked guilt trips on me. Eventually, I'll live so far away and/or have my own responsibilities that make me incapable of being said servant. YAY.

My Mom is slowly getting tired of my Dad. He's a workaholic in an untraditional sense and it's a miracle when he doesn't want to do anything. My Mom is much more laid-back and only does work when it really matters (which is where I get that work ethic from I guess). They butt heads enough to make me glad I don't live here anymore.

My sister went to Australia this summer... and that's it.

My brother is autistic and pretty much keeps to himself. He does have a job though and I have absolutely no beef with him.

My older brother and his wife are damn close to having their first child (a girl who they plan to name Abigail Donna). My brother is too cool for school and I love him. But, after having a cook-out with the two of them last night, I started realizing that I don't think my sister-in-law likes me very much.

I made the off-hand comment that I hadn't touched her belly to feel the baby yet, and she was tired of people doing that. At first, I let it go since I know she is just ready to have her baby (which could be anytime now).

But after a day of thinking about it, I've started down a path of possible paranoia that leads me to believe that she just doesn't like me. When my bro and I hang out, it usually leads to drinking. Plus, I'm the closest thing to a typical college guy that she probably knows, and since my brother didn't go to college, perhaps she thinks I'm a bad influence. And especially with a baby on the way, maybe she thinks I'm too immature to be a good role model...

Of course, I'm probably paranoid.

I just want to go back to Muncie soon. 99% of my friends are there. My comfy bed is there. My freedom to do whatever the hell I want is there. My jagermeister and grey goose is there...

Hopefully, post number 300 will be much more positive.


~Nate-O