Ouch, crafts hurt

My right hand has a huge blood blister and last night while putting a toggle clasp on a necklace I found out how I got it. This may be a sign I'm making too much jewelry, when my ring finger on my right hand is almost raw on the inside because of the tools I'm using. Drat, I have two more ideas for necklaces to make tonight.
Well, the gym is being conveniently forgotten about daily. There's always something more entertaining to do and so it's easy to let slide. Dan's schedule is so crazy lately that it's difficult to plan a time to go. These are all great excuses but that's all they are. I need to get on an elliptical for a half hour damnit!
Grandma had a couple crappy weeks, but is doing much better. The cancer hasn't spread, but it turns out that when you're old you don't know when you're dehydrated so the pain that she's been in is because she's thirsty. So after spending three days in the hospital for dehydration, she drank too much and all the water didn't go out the normal way but went to her legs - she had 10 pounds of water weight in her legs! Yuck!
Parents are fine - annoy and we're in an argument. For some reason they've labeled me the 'bad seed' and I'm the one who always is the villain, regardless of the situation. I don't get this. I'm friggin loved in my writer's group, work, friends, etc... yet they think I'm wicked. Latest example: my sister-in-law got fired from teaching FOREVER. She must had really done something bad to ban her from teaching FOREVER. When my dad tells me this, I'm not torn from the inside out (keep in mind this is the same person who two weeks ago gave me a 20 year old plastic box with my brother's old necklaces, instead of spending $20.00 and getting me a gift certificate) he tells me that I need to be there because blood is thicker than water. I tell my dad, she's not my blood. I didn't marry her, we're related simply by the fact that she married my brother. Also, I know a teacher who teaches at the same school and has never said a nice thing about her.
Well this really riles up my dad and for the next hour they (both parents now) are calling me to tell me that I'd better not say anything to anyone about what happened. What? What insanity lingers in their brain as to jump to this conclusion. I become REALLY angry that they're more worried about what I may say to someone, than Michelle who did something to a student (I'm assuming) so horrible that she can no longer teach, anywhere ever again.
I really have begun to hate the first weekend of the month, and this is why I'm retiring from the http://www.alamedawritersgroup.org/ board in December. I have an 8 hour writer's meeting on the first Saturday of the month, followed by frantic errands usually before we have to go to a party or have dinner with friends, which means that I don't really get a weekend. This past was even more entertaining. While my parents were calling me over and over again to make sure that I didn't tell anyone about Michelle, my dry cleaner decided that my bill was too low and instead charged me $431.55 for a $43.55 bill. Then she didn't believe what she did was that bad, so I had to drive home, print out my account that now showed a zero balance, transfer money over from savings to checking and prove that her little mistake did go through and I was out over $400.00 (two other purchases had bounced as well).
Wells fargo has taken care of the issue, which I'm grateful for, but still. Yikes. I really hope that this next weekend goes much smoother.