JESUS
WHAT the fuck is up with this stupid website? All of the little computer nerds logging on or did LJ just have some sort of brain fart? It took me the better half of 30 minutes to get this far...
Shit.
ANYWAY - I was bitching Adam out the other night because he wanted to steal my thunder and write about Fathers Day but I whined like a two year old until he promised he wouldn't so long as I hurried the hell up and posted after him. Then I got a really bad case of the I WANNA FUCK YOU NOW and dragged him off to bed. So I am just now getting around to it.
Fathers Day was tricky this year because there are FIVE dads that have to be honored: Adam, Me, my dad, my grandpa, Adam's dad. Adam's dad is the easiest because he is just a quick phone call away ~ Adam says Happy Dad day, the kids be all cute and tell their Ojichan happy father's day - click end of story. MY family is different.
Since finding my dad, he has been the coolest person ever and just happy as a pig in shit that I don't hate him and love him and wanna be his son, blah blah blah so it's a big deal for him to spend Father's Day with ALL of his kids. My half brothers + sisters too...but then we have my grandpa, who is used to getting all of the attention...Last two years we gave one day to my dad then last year to my grandpa - but they both want me. Haha - not enoug Elliot to go around!!!
Anyway - so we gave the morning brunch to my Grandpa, so we didn't break Sunday tradition and then we gave the afternoon with our kids and then dinner with my dad. Then the rest of the night with our kids...Yeesh. Sometimes I forget what a hassle an all-male family can be sometimes.
Not really - just on Father's Day. Who wants a woman around hanging her panties and bra's in my kitchen or something?
blech.
Today my dad and I went to the farmer's market. Wow, what a mistake to bring him there. I had Dorothy with me, and she is like a babe magnet or something because all of these women kept HITTING on me. My dad got pissed and when he is mad, his Indian accent flares up like a sore and so he is yelling, with an Indian accent, "Can you not see that my son is married? Look at the ring on his hand! Come on, look at it! That is genuine love there. He does not want your stressful female advances; he is a homosexual! And married! And proud of it!"
Oh, Jesussaveme.
I just can't take him anywhere.
OK - I am actually getting tired....sleep.
Shit.
ANYWAY - I was bitching Adam out the other night because he wanted to steal my thunder and write about Fathers Day but I whined like a two year old until he promised he wouldn't so long as I hurried the hell up and posted after him. Then I got a really bad case of the I WANNA FUCK YOU NOW and dragged him off to bed. So I am just now getting around to it.
Fathers Day was tricky this year because there are FIVE dads that have to be honored: Adam, Me, my dad, my grandpa, Adam's dad. Adam's dad is the easiest because he is just a quick phone call away ~ Adam says Happy Dad day, the kids be all cute and tell their Ojichan happy father's day - click end of story. MY family is different.
Since finding my dad, he has been the coolest person ever and just happy as a pig in shit that I don't hate him and love him and wanna be his son, blah blah blah so it's a big deal for him to spend Father's Day with ALL of his kids. My half brothers + sisters too...but then we have my grandpa, who is used to getting all of the attention...Last two years we gave one day to my dad then last year to my grandpa - but they both want me. Haha - not enoug Elliot to go around!!!
Anyway - so we gave the morning brunch to my Grandpa, so we didn't break Sunday tradition and then we gave the afternoon with our kids and then dinner with my dad. Then the rest of the night with our kids...Yeesh. Sometimes I forget what a hassle an all-male family can be sometimes.
Not really - just on Father's Day. Who wants a woman around hanging her panties and bra's in my kitchen or something?
blech.
Today my dad and I went to the farmer's market. Wow, what a mistake to bring him there. I had Dorothy with me, and she is like a babe magnet or something because all of these women kept HITTING on me. My dad got pissed and when he is mad, his Indian accent flares up like a sore and so he is yelling, with an Indian accent, "Can you not see that my son is married? Look at the ring on his hand! Come on, look at it! That is genuine love there. He does not want your stressful female advances; he is a homosexual! And married! And proud of it!"
Oh, Jesussaveme.
I just can't take him anywhere.
OK - I am actually getting tired....sleep.