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My dad just emailed me and told me that he underwent his surgery today (I forgot!). He's no longer the bionic-dad! He got the rod removed from his hip and thigh (from the bad cycling accident he had when he first moved out to Austin) because, apparently, he's allergic to the nickel that was in the rod. Poor guy...he was walking like Clint Eastwood for the past couple of weeks. He says he's doing fine now (I bet he can't wait to saddle up and get right back on his bike). The guy's a real trooper.
There's officially nothing to eat in this house. I attempted to make the gross oatmeal we have...I could make it just perfect in the States...but it comes out like slop everytime I make it here. It must be the heat on the burners or something. All I ended up 'noshing' on was some buttered toast and ice-water. Mmmm...*gags* I have no fruit, no milk, no yogurt, no nutragrain bars, no cereal...NO PANCAKES!! The damn cat knocked down all the pancake mix all over our tiled kitchen (he came out of there looking like a coke-fiend - with powder all over his face). This sucks. The commissary is definitely the place to be this weekend...it's pay-day afterall.
I'm [ ] <-- this close to 'offing' the animals. I think it's the stress, but they're driving me nuts! Gabby almost knocked down the framed jersey (that put us out 110 euro) while Onyx knocked various filled glasses off the dining room table. Gabby stopped teething loooong ago, and yet she still insists on shredding whatever we leave on the floor (be it her own food bowl or one of Xander's toys - I hope Janel doesn't mind that Xander won't be getting his toy car back because Gabby mutilated it). Onyx tries to shred the carpet in the living room and then tries to eat whatever happens to be on the counters in the kitchen. They're holy terrors. The blonde-haired mother-of-4, in Desperate Housewives, said best: "They're TESTING me!!"
I'm hoping we're still going to the Venice mall this weekend. Apparently, "Nick" wants to rethink when we're going because Brad wants to go paintballing because it is Saturday, afterall. Translation: Brad wants to rethink when we're going because he wants to go paintballing on Saturday. Plus, I think Nick's still sick (he says he got sick from running, but the guy doesn't ever really run, so he may be just mistaking open-capillaries for sickness...but it's whatever). I need to get the hell out of this house, and if the two of them want to ruin my weekend, I'll get Janel and Jen together and we'll do our Ladies Nite and grab a movie and do some bowling. So there!