My lovely little St. George excursion.

Well, this past weekend I went to St. George with my good friend, Seana. We left Thursday morning at around 11. Then just before Springville my car's display pops up saying "Charging System Failure," and just then a thought pops up in my mind; "What does that mean?!?!" So I pull of at the very next exit to call my Dad. His thoughts are it's either the alternator or the serpentine belt came off or something. So, I drove my little Piper Pontiac Grand Prix over the overpass to the nearby Walmart. Well, after explaining the sitiation (pronounced sit-chee-a-tion) to the Walmart dude he says I need to take it to an actual mechanic to really get it checked out. About 2 miles later we locate the establishment he suggested and had them take Piper in. After approximately twenty minutes (which seemed like an hour) the guy comes in and says she needs a battery. And it'll be $105 installed. I didn't really have the money to spend, but I did have my credit card with me. What's another hundred bucks on top of the eighty-six I'd spent at Jiffy Lube that morning for an oil change, cabin air filter and regular air filter. Apparently, Piper didn't have an air filter in her. Fantastic. So, the nice people at Johnson's Tire Center in Springville installed the battery and we were off again. The rest of the drive went great, thankfully.
We stopped in Nephi at Reed's to get a burger (and a darn near perfect one at that. If I'm going past Nephi, I do not miss a chance for Reed's. Nope, nope, nope. Take the first Nephi exit, it's on main street on your left hand side. If you've passed the 7/11 you've gone one block too far.)
Then went to Seana's Aunt and Uncle's house to drop off her cousin's wallet. And, I think that was the only stop we made. We arrived at St. George, at my Grandma's house, around 6. Went to IHOP for dinner and went home to watch Tangled. The rest of the weekend was relaxing, did some shopping and just relaxed. I even got a sunburn while sunbathing. It still hurts, but at least I'll be a little tanner now. :]
Saturday night my Grandma made a pot roast and we ate dinner at home. And of course she just can't stop talking, my Grandma, I mean. Which isn't totally a bad thing, but I'd get annoyed at myself for talking that much. Haha. Anyway, the topic was brought up something about the musicals and how Cyprus did such a good job with "Joseph," which is true. But then she brings up, "I don't know why we didn't ever come to anything of yours, Kayli." Then she starts making up excuses; how my Grandpa was sick, which he never was at that time, or how she would've never gone to see Beauty and the Beast because she doesn't like those kind of shows.
Well, I did NOT want to talk about that.

I have always felt like I was the outsider child on that side of the family. My cousin Chris hasn't been around for holidays for years, Erin is close to Lisa's age, and Erika always wants to go swimming and has my Aunt Susan's attention. I've never felt like they loved me. It's always been compliments about Lisa and how beautiful she is and how wonderful a singer she is and how beautiful of a dancer she is. Which is all true, but then it's been, "Kayli, you need to lose weight." Occasionally, I get a comment about my singing, but it always seems to be overshadowed by how fat I am.

So, the dinner goes on and she keeps on talking about how she doesn't like those kinds of shows and blah, blah, excuse, excuse, excuse. And I just didn't want to hear it. I want to talk to her about it, but if I do I'm going to start crying.

It's not all about the show. It's a high school production and your granddaughter has a lead role, isn't that worth something? Even if it's just to go watch her perform and be a support. My Granny never missed a show, well a musical at least, plays she didn't care for as much, and I wasn't really in anything like that so it doesn't really matter and that doesn't matter to me as much. Beside that fact, Granny never did like Grease or even West Side Story, but the point is, is that she went. She supports me in all I do, even if she doesn't really care for it. And just for ONCE I'd like for her to just support me. I just wanted them to see me in my element, doing what I love and just show some support. Family should support family. I didn't feel loved and I still don't really.

She had said to me that Susan and her talk all the time about me and how sweet I am and how great of a personality I have and how I'm becoming my own person. I've been this way for years, you've just never been around to see it. Never stopped being selfish for just a minute to just want to be there to support me.

I feel really unloved and unsupported by them and by my Grandpa and Aunt Mary and all the people on that side of my family because they have never once tried to support me in anything. Sure, you came to my graduation, whoopie. How boring is that.

Anyway, there's lots more to type on this subject, but I need to eat something and get ready for work. Thanks for letting me babble and ramble and get some frustrations out. I needed it.

Loves loves.