How The Dad Stole Christmas

For the most part, it was a nice visit with my folks. Minimal arguing with my dad was a nice change. And then, there was the computer...

Momma tells me that her machine is slow and she doesn't know why. I'm decent with computers, so I gave it a gander. I added some malware protection and looked over what was going on. It all looked OK, until the big day.

The other day my dad told me he was going downstairs to work on the computer (it lives in the basement). The night before I managed to fix the volume control problem on the machine. Mom hadn't had noise from the machine in a while, so I found the problem and fixed it. Anyway...

My dad is a Christmas music freak, so the first noise I heard was carols. OK, I thought, it is what it is. Then I heard the next sound. A woman moaning, in a dirty way. The next sound I heard was a man moaning in a dirty way. The final sound I heard was my father moaning in a dirty way.

UGH!!! I've never liked Christmas music, but now it grosses me out.

So very, very grateful to be home.

Found One!

I found my new apartment. It's lovely - 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, screened-in deck, and is reasonably priced. It's odd that the floor plan I chose has the most square footage but is the least expensive. Go figure. Either way, I'll take it.

It's definitely time for me to head back to D.C. My welcome is pretty much worn out here at my folks' place, and I'm getting tired of them as well. Even Mom and I are getting on each other's nerves. I don't relish the 11-hour drive, but it will certainly be good to be back in my own space where things happen as I want them to.

I'm headed out tomorrow morning, bright and early. Talk more when I'm home!

Apartment-O-Matic!

Mom, W. and I went to look for my new apartment today. The best part? Looking at all the places that were clearly designed by Roger Hazard from "Sell This House". The worst part? Trying to remember everything we saw from all the complexes! One has free cable and a free full-size washer and dryer. Nice, tres nice. Another has free cable and HBO and check this - free valet garbage pickup! This means I leave my trash outside my apartment every day and someone comes and throws it out for me. This one is a serious contender. Tomorrow we have 4 more to look at, one with reasonable prices, gated access, and screened-in porches!

Yeah for me!

Sweet Home

I'm back!! It's so nice to be home. I didn't get all my errands done today, but I did finally get my hair cut. My hairdresser said my hair was so bad it was like I had a really ugly goatee and beard. I love her honesty.

In a bit I'm headed over to my friend D's house to check out the new place. If only I could remember her house number! That could make the trip take a bit longer than I had planned.

Friday is apartment-shopping day! My very own version of Black Friday will be here soon. Wish me luck in finding fabulous new digs with a gorgeous deck for Biggs and a garage.

Comments

Well, at least I got two. No, I don't blog enough. I don't always have anything to say! I am a boring girl.

It's 5 a.m., I haven't been to sleep yet for any good reason I can figure, and I'm trying to figure out what kinds of witty comments I can say to my Mom for our Sunday conversation.

I did the dutiful daughter thing and called my dad on his birthday on Friday. After a decent conversation, he tried to tell me about my health. Great, now I get to look forward to that over Thanksgiving. I told him that maybe we should let things be. His response was that we could always share our opinions with each other, right? I agreed, but now I don't. Sometimes loving someone is about keeping your damn mouth shut.

Wish me luck, I'll need it.

Message Or No?

B. tells me I don't blog often enough, so here's what I've been thinking about today:

A few weeks ago, one of my friends and I were discussing whether or not to leave messages on each other's cell phone. I told her that I don't like the voice mail, because I have to check it, which wastes minutes, and because the phone tells me who called. She agreed.

So, my question is: Do you like to get a message on your cell phone, or does it just mean another call to make?

Pissed Off Teens

Tonight, after hearing B's news, I was a bit cranky and overemotional. Luckily for me, there were teenagers outside my window screeching like banshees and also like what they had to holler actually matter. After listening to it for about 5 minutes, I yelled out the window, "Shut up!!" Clearly I got some very vulgar responses. I next yelled, "Back at you, bitch!" Childish, I know, but damnit, it was almost 10pm and I didn't want to hear it.

Last noises I heard were thumps on my balcony. I almost wish that they threw stuff at my place. I look forward to tattling to my landlords and possibly filing a police report. Mostly, I look forward to leaving this place.