[Ventry] The Three Obsessions of Dad
An unsaid New Year Resolution of mine was to avoid ranting about my family, but 3 months later and I already can't stands no more! I mean, I just got hit by a yoga mat!! A yoga mat!!
3 weeks ago . .
Dad started looking around the house for coins. Then he would hide in his basement office counting these coins, every day from morning till night. Except when he had to go out . . to get more coin rolls. When he couldn't find any more coins, he became frustrated and started accusing my mom of hiding coins from him! The good news is that he was somehow able to find over $800 in loose change in the house. ^_^; Anyway, this lasted a week until . .
2 weeks ago . . when dad switched gears and started looking for paper around the house, taking them to his basement office and shredding them. The house would be filled with the whirr of the shredder, every day from morning till night.
(Y'know, I've always felt that paper shredders were a sign of paranoia, at least for families as unimportant as us. I mean, if someone *did* search through my garbage, what were they gonna do? Post my hastily scribbled lesson plans on Ebay?).
Curiously around this time, my mom's notes started disappearing, and she accussed my dad of shredding them which didn't go over so well with him. In the end, a giant bag of paper shreddings that was bigger than me was thrown out for recycling. Then . .
1 week ago and counting . . my dad found a new obsession. After learning that my dad had gone to Ikea to look for a bookcase, I suggested to him, "Why don't you try Craigslist instead?"
By the end of the week, my mom told me that I had created a monster and she wasn't kidding. My dad was now on the computer searching on Craigslist every day from morning till night. And every day, he would be taking long trips to the other side of Greater Vancouver (for some reason, everyone on Craigslist lives as far away from us as possible) and coming home empty handed . . except twice.
In a few days, he bought a big drawer chest, an office chair, and this giant storage cabinet that looks straight out of a gym . . and he's still looking for more furniture! Even when we're already low on space! The thing that really bugs me is that he kept calling me over to type e-mails to the sellers, then later started accusing my mom of deleting e-mails from them whenever they didn't write back! Finally, I had enough and pointed out how obsessed he had become and that I didn't want to help him anymore.
And so, I got a yoga mat thrown at me. And no, he wasn't kidding around after all the yelling and death threats that came shortly after. >_< To be fair, I did throw the yoga mat back at him. What a surreal scene that must've been, I wish I got it on tape. :P
I dunno, maybe this is just a general obsession with spring cleaning. In any case, sometimes I wish I could sell dad on craigslist. >__> Maybe I can trade him for a red paperclip. ;)
J-Music Video ticker: Kokia - The Power of Smile: More like The Power of Time Manipulation. ;)
Wrestling ticker: The Giant vs. The Great Muta: I used to find WCW Muta boring, but this match is surprisingly fun. The ending's when the real fun begins though. :)
3 weeks ago . .
Dad started looking around the house for coins. Then he would hide in his basement office counting these coins, every day from morning till night. Except when he had to go out . . to get more coin rolls. When he couldn't find any more coins, he became frustrated and started accusing my mom of hiding coins from him! The good news is that he was somehow able to find over $800 in loose change in the house. ^_^; Anyway, this lasted a week until . .
2 weeks ago . . when dad switched gears and started looking for paper around the house, taking them to his basement office and shredding them. The house would be filled with the whirr of the shredder, every day from morning till night.
(Y'know, I've always felt that paper shredders were a sign of paranoia, at least for families as unimportant as us. I mean, if someone *did* search through my garbage, what were they gonna do? Post my hastily scribbled lesson plans on Ebay?).
Curiously around this time, my mom's notes started disappearing, and she accussed my dad of shredding them which didn't go over so well with him. In the end, a giant bag of paper shreddings that was bigger than me was thrown out for recycling. Then . .
1 week ago and counting . . my dad found a new obsession. After learning that my dad had gone to Ikea to look for a bookcase, I suggested to him, "Why don't you try Craigslist instead?"
By the end of the week, my mom told me that I had created a monster and she wasn't kidding. My dad was now on the computer searching on Craigslist every day from morning till night. And every day, he would be taking long trips to the other side of Greater Vancouver (for some reason, everyone on Craigslist lives as far away from us as possible) and coming home empty handed . . except twice.
In a few days, he bought a big drawer chest, an office chair, and this giant storage cabinet that looks straight out of a gym . . and he's still looking for more furniture! Even when we're already low on space! The thing that really bugs me is that he kept calling me over to type e-mails to the sellers, then later started accusing my mom of deleting e-mails from them whenever they didn't write back! Finally, I had enough and pointed out how obsessed he had become and that I didn't want to help him anymore.
And so, I got a yoga mat thrown at me. And no, he wasn't kidding around after all the yelling and death threats that came shortly after. >_< To be fair, I did throw the yoga mat back at him. What a surreal scene that must've been, I wish I got it on tape. :P
I dunno, maybe this is just a general obsession with spring cleaning. In any case, sometimes I wish I could sell dad on craigslist. >__> Maybe I can trade him for a red paperclip. ;)
J-Music Video ticker: Kokia - The Power of Smile: More like The Power of Time Manipulation. ;)
Wrestling ticker: The Giant vs. The Great Muta: I used to find WCW Muta boring, but this match is surprisingly fun. The ending's when the real fun begins though. :)