I've, uh... yeah. Alright.
Two updates in one day? Yep. Pretty much.
Dad leaves tomorow. He's driving all the way from here to San Antonio. By himself. This isn't how it was supposed to go.
We were all supposed to go together. The house was supposed to be sold. But, that didn't happen, and now the girls and mom and myself are stuck here until it does. And I hate this.
I have the best dad in the world. He does everything - everything - for us. The past 19 years of his life have rotated almost solely around taking care of us, making sure we were comfortable, making sure we had everything we need provided, and he doesn't ask for anything in return. Nothing major, anyway. Just, you know, turn the lights off when you're not using them to save electricity. Lock the door when you leave the house. Simple stuff. Half the time we don't even do that. I don't, anyway. Because I suck.
And now he's leaving. Tomorow. By himself. Why? So he can start a new job making more money. For us. And it's not fair. He deserves better.
Our family's never been, you know, separated. It didn't hit me until today how little appreciation I've shown. Not just recently. My whole life. Rarely did I go and just spend time with my dad. Unless I had something to gain from it.
Rarely did I just sit at home and have a conversation with him. Unless I was tired and didn't feel like driving anywhere anyway. I suck. I'm crap.
It's not the end of the world and God willing we'll be in Texas before long. But I wish I'd been better.
I guess real men don't cry or whatever, so color me a woman. Twice this week I've leaked the eyeballs, and it felt good. Damn good.
In other news, I'm planning to buy my new phone tommorow(If I have time to make it to the Cingular store between Oktoberfest and work). That'll be hot. I'm dipping into Condo money a bit to do so, but I'll have it replenished soon. Two more paychecks coming before our target date. And that's not set in stone. And I probably won't need as much as I've estimated. I'm making a bad move, aren't I? Maybe. I don't know. Superman returns.
But yeah. Enough with the emotives. I'm good. I'll be fine. God's got a hand in this. Love and all that. Man. It's getting late.
-AJ
My laptop has shipped from Shanghai.
Dad leaves tomorow. He's driving all the way from here to San Antonio. By himself. This isn't how it was supposed to go.
We were all supposed to go together. The house was supposed to be sold. But, that didn't happen, and now the girls and mom and myself are stuck here until it does. And I hate this.
I have the best dad in the world. He does everything - everything - for us. The past 19 years of his life have rotated almost solely around taking care of us, making sure we were comfortable, making sure we had everything we need provided, and he doesn't ask for anything in return. Nothing major, anyway. Just, you know, turn the lights off when you're not using them to save electricity. Lock the door when you leave the house. Simple stuff. Half the time we don't even do that. I don't, anyway. Because I suck.
And now he's leaving. Tomorow. By himself. Why? So he can start a new job making more money. For us. And it's not fair. He deserves better.
Our family's never been, you know, separated. It didn't hit me until today how little appreciation I've shown. Not just recently. My whole life. Rarely did I go and just spend time with my dad. Unless I had something to gain from it.
Rarely did I just sit at home and have a conversation with him. Unless I was tired and didn't feel like driving anywhere anyway. I suck. I'm crap.
It's not the end of the world and God willing we'll be in Texas before long. But I wish I'd been better.
I guess real men don't cry or whatever, so color me a woman. Twice this week I've leaked the eyeballs, and it felt good. Damn good.
In other news, I'm planning to buy my new phone tommorow(If I have time to make it to the Cingular store between Oktoberfest and work). That'll be hot. I'm dipping into Condo money a bit to do so, but I'll have it replenished soon. Two more paychecks coming before our target date. And that's not set in stone. And I probably won't need as much as I've estimated. I'm making a bad move, aren't I? Maybe. I don't know. Superman returns.
But yeah. Enough with the emotives. I'm good. I'll be fine. God's got a hand in this. Love and all that. Man. It's getting late.
-AJ
My laptop has shipped from Shanghai.