ADAM!!!!!!

Well this has been such an interesting week in regards to Adam. So I thought I would share some of my insight with all you readers about him and well me....

First of all, Tuesday. My mom and I are at work when we get a call from my dad. He says he doesn't feel well so my mom leaves work to take him to the doctor and he ends up being checked into the hospital, where he still is at this moment. After work I go home and finish the second season of HEROES. (this is where my story gets juicy, but without much detail) I left my room and went to find out what the younger siblings wanted for dinner. Let's just say that the good child was working on her math homework like a good little chillun' and the other one...well we'll just say that it was awkward. Mac and Cheese! (only a few will understand this!)

Second of all, Wednesday. I come home from work and pull into the driveway to find my younger brother attempting to jump our sweet old truck. I honestly don't know what he wast thinking because he does not know how to drive a manual, and the one person who could teach him how is in the hospital...what an idiot. I love the kid, but come on.
Same day, Wednesday. Heather and I were watching TV in my mom and dad's room when Adam came in, grabbed the cordless phone off the bed, walked to the bathroom, and proceeded to talk on the phone while he....well you get the picture! Yeah.... definitely Cloroxed that phone!

Third of all, we are going to skip right over Thursday and go to Friday. I come home from work at approximately 2:45 to find no Adam and no Heather. I start the search for Heather because she has to go to piano at 3:00. Adam's one simple job was to be there when Heather got home from school and take her to piano. Around 2:50 Adam shows up, I find Heather across the street at the neighbors house. Its turns out Adam left Heather a note that he would be back at 2:45 to take her to piano and she should "just go over to Densley's". Come on Adam take some responsibility. I told him I would take Heather to piano. He peeled out of the driveway and sped off in Ramona, the olds, at about 45 miles and hour... Well that brings up the next subject. One that truly tears my heart out.
Same day, Friday, current moment. Heather and I have been having a splendid day gallivanting around the valley. We have gone almost everywhere, from the dollar store, to Roberts, to Cafe Rio. Well at our final destination, Macey's, I get a call from Adam and he wants me to hurry home. I asked him why he wasn't at the game yet and he tells me that he ripped the car door off. I laughed because the thought of Adam ripping a car door off like the Hulk came to mind. I asked him how and he said he wasn't going to tell me. After a series of conversations I find out that he was backing out of the garage and ripped the car door off... Well this is my theory of anger, I need to step up on my soap box for a second. " ADAM.....you don't' rip a car door off a car unless you are backing out at a high speed...a regular speed of backing out would not rip a car door off. Apparently you are and idiot and have injured my dear sweet Ramona. So Adam, if I was your mother I would ground you for at least 3 months!" Okay I am off the soap box, but where is Adam now you ask? Well of course he is where he wants to be, at the girls basketball game. EWWWWW!!!! If another child broke the garage door, ruined a car, and left their little sister home they would be home all night long!
All I have to say is whatever.... Adam one day karma is going to catch up to you and it won't be pretty.