Okay, this is now my place. All of my stuff is here, if a little damaged. My parents are gone ( Read more... )

I've been home a week now. Now that it's at least somewhat clean, it's less frustrating. Mom and I had a nice talk about how I think ahead enough for me, and how she doesn't have to do it for me in addition to what I think. That's just too much forethought. There IS such a thing, I know. Mostly we've all gotten along fine. I mostly stayed out ( Read more... )

"This will either work or it will explode." That is kind of unsettling coming from your mother.

Mom: I could get you some Vicks, you know.
Dad: Speaking of Vicks...
Mom: The lawnmower!
Dad: Yes!
Me: WHAT?!

Ah, being home. And my parents' interesting associative processes.

I really need to update my LJ theme. It's very much not springtime anymore, so the robin isn't so appropriate ( Read more... )

Dad's doing fine. It's now like really, really pretty sure that he did not have a heart attack. Tomorrow they'll be doing a stress test, and then we'll find out if he's ever had a heart attack before and if he has a blockage. If he does, angioplasty will be in order. If not, the only other option would be esophageal spasms because that's the ( Read more... )

I wish my mom's phone was on. And I wish she knew how to check her voice mail.

Man, this is why I love Christmas. I get up at a time I NEVER would voluntarily to try to get my room clean (since I've tried to be polite and be available to socialize with Uncle G and the time I haven't has been cooking and cleaning for Mom [none of which she seems to have done by herself]). I say exactly what my plans are and stay within them ( Read more... )

#1 reason I don't like the Christmas season=This damn house ( Read more... )

Well, life goes on. Dad and I finally installed the new closet storage system. The shelf and bar had broken down to the point where I was in fear of opening my closet doors, but now it's a sight to behold. I most definitely have emitted squeals of joy at the massive amount of storage space. I have hung up all the clothes that were there before ( Read more... )