In a mood

Hi All:

Today I'm feeling a bit moody.  The moodiness is just due to general irritation with life.  You how sometimes things just get under your skin and put you in a foul mood?  Well, I'm having one of those moments.  Maybe I need "the cure," coffee, chocolate, and DD music.  I don't know, I'm so distracted right now that I can't focus on a single thought.  Even writing is a chore today.  I suppose it happens to all people.  They get into these moods and think straight.  The upside, is that mom won't be home this evening, out staying with little nephew.  Oh, now I remember why I'm feeling moody right now.  Mom and I were speaking about teenage nephew's upcoming middle school graduation.  She's acting like it's the biggest thing on the planet.  Have to get a present because it's his birthday on the same day.  That set me off because the memories of all the hassle mom, sis, and BIL gave me about attending my graduation from USC.  Let me ask you this, which do you think has greater important, a middle or graduate school graduation?  Receiving a master's degree or a middle school diploma?  Exactly my thought.  You wouldn't believe the fuss they made about attending, "it's in the middle of a work day," "we don't want to pull the kids out of school," "it's a Friday," ad infinitum, ad nauseaum.  Then the cherry on top was they decided that it was too inconvenient to go out for a celebratory brunch that Sunday.  It would be better to append the celebration to my teenage nephew's Bar Mitzvah weekend.  No, it was definitely not an acceptable because I worked hard for that moment and I deserved stand alone recognition for it.  The fact that no one even bothered to get me a gift was already bad enough.  Then, as a form of acknowledgement, I got some left over slices cake with the words "Go USC Trojans" scribbled on it.  Care to guess how I felt?  Pretty pissed and insulted.  Of course to those a____holes just showing up was enough of an honor.  I seriously considered boycotting the teenage nephew's Bar Mitzvah and I'm thinking of blowing off his graduation.  I mean really it's freakin' middle school graduation.  Who gives a flying anyway?  I know, it's not about me, it's about him.  We'll see.