My Dad is Garp
Really I cannot say this enough because my Dad is Garp.
When I was little he took us on 2-3 mile road marches. I was the oldest at 8 and 9. Luffy (youngest brother) was so small I wound up carrying him for half of it. And going to CCD he'd sometimes make me walk alone. 2 miles. :| All in the name of making us strong. I'm not even kidding. Granted, we weren't hit or punched (**exception after this) but for punishments I got to stand in the corner holding up the dictionary arms straight. Sometimes we had situps or pushups. Mind you by color guard I could twirl like no one's business because my arms were ridiculously strong for a tiny girl my size.
**The one exception being when Moosey punched Laura. My Dad flipped out because of the whole "you can't ever hit girls" concept, which I still say is B.S. because I 99.999% of the time Laura is always the instigator and starts hitting or something worse LONG before any of us snapped back. Of course my family is all tiny. While my Dad is like twice my size, he's still only 5'4". Moosey is a moose at 6 feet even so since my sister is barely 5 feet even, (although her weight is like... yeah) my Dad flipped out.
In any case it's a long list of my Dad's insanities. We're sadly *used* to the kind of bullshit like licking noses, and blowing bubbles at people on the computer, or abducting us to play his games (OTL). The other got off easy because at least they weren't given additional homework the way I always was. But being Garp, he has to come up with more surprising and new ways to break brains. Last night he decided 11:11 pm was the perfect time for a completely unannounced unplanned fire drill. :| :| :| :| :| :| So he ran around the house yelling "Fire Drill!" and trying to get everyone outside. :| :| :| Luffy and I predictably told him STFU and die. He informed us we burnt to death in the fire.
I'm so glad. Maybe he'll be nice enough to even keep his imaginary fire death permanent and we won't have to deal with his psychotic whims anymore.
People often wonder WHY I've been dying to move out on my own since I was 14. (Really, since I was 8, but I only considered it slightly more realistic when I was 14.) The answer is quite simple; would any of you want to live with Garp 24/7? Sure he's a semi-lovable derp. Unless you're family.
When I was little he took us on 2-3 mile road marches. I was the oldest at 8 and 9. Luffy (youngest brother) was so small I wound up carrying him for half of it. And going to CCD he'd sometimes make me walk alone. 2 miles. :| All in the name of making us strong. I'm not even kidding. Granted, we weren't hit or punched (**exception after this) but for punishments I got to stand in the corner holding up the dictionary arms straight. Sometimes we had situps or pushups. Mind you by color guard I could twirl like no one's business because my arms were ridiculously strong for a tiny girl my size.
**The one exception being when Moosey punched Laura. My Dad flipped out because of the whole "you can't ever hit girls" concept, which I still say is B.S. because I 99.999% of the time Laura is always the instigator and starts hitting or something worse LONG before any of us snapped back. Of course my family is all tiny. While my Dad is like twice my size, he's still only 5'4". Moosey is a moose at 6 feet even so since my sister is barely 5 feet even, (although her weight is like... yeah) my Dad flipped out.
In any case it's a long list of my Dad's insanities. We're sadly *used* to the kind of bullshit like licking noses, and blowing bubbles at people on the computer, or abducting us to play his games (OTL). The other got off easy because at least they weren't given additional homework the way I always was. But being Garp, he has to come up with more surprising and new ways to break brains. Last night he decided 11:11 pm was the perfect time for a completely unannounced unplanned fire drill. :| :| :| :| :| :| So he ran around the house yelling "Fire Drill!" and trying to get everyone outside. :| :| :| Luffy and I predictably told him STFU and die. He informed us we burnt to death in the fire.
I'm so glad. Maybe he'll be nice enough to even keep his imaginary fire death permanent and we won't have to deal with his psychotic whims anymore.
People often wonder WHY I've been dying to move out on my own since I was 14. (Really, since I was 8, but I only considered it slightly more realistic when I was 14.) The answer is quite simple; would any of you want to live with Garp 24/7? Sure he's a semi-lovable derp. Unless you're family.