The return of Normality
Thankfully after a full day of working yesterday, my sister is totally moved in with me and things are slowly returning to normal (or at least the new form of normal, which involves another person in my apartment and verbs turning from mine to ours....)
My Dad, Lord bless him, is such a dork and proved the point frequently during the move including the following memorable situations...
I called him Monday morning and asked him what day would be best for him to move my sisters larger furniture with me so that I could take off and he told me Wednesday would be best. So I go in, request the day off, and then on Tuesday night when I ask him what time he wants to start moving he asks, what day are you taking off again?? After a look of utter disbelief, I informed him that I had taken the next day off (like he told me to in the first place) so he says "ok, that will work" (to which my only thought is damn right it better....)"and just call me when you get up and we'll decide from then." So I go to bed and call him at 8 the next morning when I wake up and of course get no answer, so I lay around for awhile in my pj's and eat breakfast, play online, etc... until the phone rings...(well plays the Imperial March from Star Wars which is his ring tone...It fits scarily well....)
Me: Hey!
Dad: Are you up yet?
Me: Yes, I tried to call you....
Dad: Hmmm...it didn't say I missed a call on my phone...
Me: Well, I did.
Dad: Well, I'm on my way to get you...
Me: *Freaking out* Ahhhhh!!! give me a minute to get dressed....
Dad: Well - I'm already half-way there....
After which I frantically ran to my room threw on some old work clothes, pulled my hair back in a short ponytail (it was all nasty since I was planning on washing it) and by the time I grabbed my shoes, he was there....Dork....what happened to him calling Me??? I love the man, but sometimes I wish I could claim that I'm not really related to him....
My Dad, Lord bless him, is such a dork and proved the point frequently during the move including the following memorable situations...
I called him Monday morning and asked him what day would be best for him to move my sisters larger furniture with me so that I could take off and he told me Wednesday would be best. So I go in, request the day off, and then on Tuesday night when I ask him what time he wants to start moving he asks, what day are you taking off again?? After a look of utter disbelief, I informed him that I had taken the next day off (like he told me to in the first place) so he says "ok, that will work" (to which my only thought is damn right it better....)"and just call me when you get up and we'll decide from then." So I go to bed and call him at 8 the next morning when I wake up and of course get no answer, so I lay around for awhile in my pj's and eat breakfast, play online, etc... until the phone rings...(well plays the Imperial March from Star Wars which is his ring tone...It fits scarily well....)
Me: Hey!
Dad: Are you up yet?
Me: Yes, I tried to call you....
Dad: Hmmm...it didn't say I missed a call on my phone...
Me: Well, I did.
Dad: Well, I'm on my way to get you...
Me: *Freaking out* Ahhhhh!!! give me a minute to get dressed....
Dad: Well - I'm already half-way there....
After which I frantically ran to my room threw on some old work clothes, pulled my hair back in a short ponytail (it was all nasty since I was planning on washing it) and by the time I grabbed my shoes, he was there....Dork....what happened to him calling Me??? I love the man, but sometimes I wish I could claim that I'm not really related to him....