Everybody loves Isa
Its been quite a while since Ive dusted off the old LJ. I check it every day to see how my friends are doing, and I found I was getting rather confused by the lack of updates. Then by golly, I realized "Hey! Im one of those people!". So here I am.
I could write a long post detailing every mundane aspect of my life, even if its been anything but boring for the last few months. I dont think I will be doing that, too much has changed in such a short time, that I would rather leave that for another date and not drown any one. So I think instead Ill start with the largest change.
Dun dun dun. I am embarking in an "Everybody Loves Raymond" type life change. My mom and dad are buying a house across the street. Not down the street, not down the block, not in a sparkling new subdivision that opened up a few weeks ago, but across the street.
They are buying a brand new, prebuilt home. In fact, all I have to do is part my curtains and there they are. Their window can see into my home.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Im very excited about having my mom and dad closer. They are looking to open up a business here which is great. I miss them tremendously, and this will be their first home. I am happy for them, but did I mention they were moving across the street?
While the home is being built they have decided to live in my house for three months since their lease with the devil ends on March 31st. I just bought them a bed for the one the old roomie took and have the spare room set up all nice, complete with wireless and cable access. My father will move up first since my mom has to retire in May, and she will visit for those two months until she makes her way here.
Now, my father has always been eccentric. He is the life of the party. He is Cuban and thusly loud and obnoxious. My mother usually works as a buffer between my dad's hard head and mine. I will have no buffer for two months, which has me a bit apprehensive. This is a man who wakes up at the ass crack of dawn and decides it’s a good idea to sing with his parrots or make his hound dog howl. This might end with someone dead. Keep an eye out for the newspaper for “Crazed, sleep deprived woman kills father with a sharpened wooden spoon” I might get my own movie out of it. I will plead insanity and no court in the nation would convict me. This is why I need my mother.
So this week will be hectic, and next Saturday, I get to drive down to Miami, all by my lonesome, for the first time ever to help them move. I might get a vacation out of it though. It’s a lot of change but it will be worth it. When the house is complete its going to be a beauty. Plus my parents are very generous with their help. All I need now is a snarky husband and giant sister and Ill be all set.
I could write a long post detailing every mundane aspect of my life, even if its been anything but boring for the last few months. I dont think I will be doing that, too much has changed in such a short time, that I would rather leave that for another date and not drown any one. So I think instead Ill start with the largest change.
Dun dun dun. I am embarking in an "Everybody Loves Raymond" type life change. My mom and dad are buying a house across the street. Not down the street, not down the block, not in a sparkling new subdivision that opened up a few weeks ago, but across the street.
They are buying a brand new, prebuilt home. In fact, all I have to do is part my curtains and there they are. Their window can see into my home.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Im very excited about having my mom and dad closer. They are looking to open up a business here which is great. I miss them tremendously, and this will be their first home. I am happy for them, but did I mention they were moving across the street?
While the home is being built they have decided to live in my house for three months since their lease with the devil ends on March 31st. I just bought them a bed for the one the old roomie took and have the spare room set up all nice, complete with wireless and cable access. My father will move up first since my mom has to retire in May, and she will visit for those two months until she makes her way here.
Now, my father has always been eccentric. He is the life of the party. He is Cuban and thusly loud and obnoxious. My mother usually works as a buffer between my dad's hard head and mine. I will have no buffer for two months, which has me a bit apprehensive. This is a man who wakes up at the ass crack of dawn and decides it’s a good idea to sing with his parrots or make his hound dog howl. This might end with someone dead. Keep an eye out for the newspaper for “Crazed, sleep deprived woman kills father with a sharpened wooden spoon” I might get my own movie out of it. I will plead insanity and no court in the nation would convict me. This is why I need my mother.
So this week will be hectic, and next Saturday, I get to drive down to Miami, all by my lonesome, for the first time ever to help them move. I might get a vacation out of it though. It’s a lot of change but it will be worth it. When the house is complete its going to be a beauty. Plus my parents are very generous with their help. All I need now is a snarky husband and giant sister and Ill be all set.