I've been crabby. My dad came over yesterday to fix the shower and really upset me. I still have issues with my parents-- we don't understand each other. I've always been a disappointment, ever since high school. And they've had a hard time realizing that high school ended almost six years ago .
Consequently, I've been seriously considering not talking to them after the move. But that probably won't happen-- they like my daughter so much, and she loves them. Ed thinks I'm being ridiculous, but he thinks I had this perfect, idyllic childhood for the simple fact that I didn't not speak to my father for twelve years.
Speaking of the rest of the household, they're at the in-laws until tonight. I had my RMA test yesterday morning, so I stayed home. With my free time, I've been cleaning and rocking out and wishing I had boxes to start packing. I will finish cleaning today (hopefully), and bake brownies for the lovely Noir.
Ive never been to prison, I dont know why
I stared death down in its chambers baby, eye to eye
If prison is a cell then it's raging in my blood
This is a song from the heart aint nothing else
For some odd reason, I've been thinking about my ex alot lately. I guess because next week will be the anniversary of the day we met, five years ago.
This kid that I went to kindergarten with, Jason, flagged me down the other day and asked me for a ride to 7-11. I drove him, because I was on my way to pick up the little one at day care, and he asked if I was still with him. I laughed and said no.
"Good, 'cuz he was no good. He always used to come around my friend's house and bother us, and we'd tell him he had to leave."
He was such a dumb shit. I'm glad he's gone. I find myself wondering, though, if he's strung out in some gutter somewhere, or if he actually followed through with his plan to get himself together. More likely the former. Thinking of Steve (the aforementioned ex) makes me happy that I was able to pick the epitome of radness as my husband.
I am obsessed with this show. My daughter watches it on NickJr. It is so strange and hilarious and weird. The hero dude, Sportacus, has this bizarre, unplaceable accent and a zany purple mustache, and the entire show looks like it takes place in an IKEA somewhere. If you ever get the chance, watch it.
In closing, I leave you with:
Consequently, I've been seriously considering not talking to them after the move. But that probably won't happen-- they like my daughter so much, and she loves them. Ed thinks I'm being ridiculous, but he thinks I had this perfect, idyllic childhood for the simple fact that I didn't not speak to my father for twelve years.
Speaking of the rest of the household, they're at the in-laws until tonight. I had my RMA test yesterday morning, so I stayed home. With my free time, I've been cleaning and rocking out and wishing I had boxes to start packing. I will finish cleaning today (hopefully), and bake brownies for the lovely Noir.
Ive never been to prison, I dont know why
I stared death down in its chambers baby, eye to eye
If prison is a cell then it's raging in my blood
This is a song from the heart aint nothing else
For some odd reason, I've been thinking about my ex alot lately. I guess because next week will be the anniversary of the day we met, five years ago.
This kid that I went to kindergarten with, Jason, flagged me down the other day and asked me for a ride to 7-11. I drove him, because I was on my way to pick up the little one at day care, and he asked if I was still with him. I laughed and said no.
"Good, 'cuz he was no good. He always used to come around my friend's house and bother us, and we'd tell him he had to leave."
He was such a dumb shit. I'm glad he's gone. I find myself wondering, though, if he's strung out in some gutter somewhere, or if he actually followed through with his plan to get himself together. More likely the former. Thinking of Steve (the aforementioned ex) makes me happy that I was able to pick the epitome of radness as my husband.
I am obsessed with this show. My daughter watches it on NickJr. It is so strange and hilarious and weird. The hero dude, Sportacus, has this bizarre, unplaceable accent and a zany purple mustache, and the entire show looks like it takes place in an IKEA somewhere. If you ever get the chance, watch it.
In closing, I leave you with:
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sinovia:
hello to you too!
ibmx:
Will Smith said it best "Parents just don't understand"