Fear and my family
Ok, so my fam and I are housesitting for my brother and sis-in-law for their 2 1/2 day away annervisaryshfskjd. So they have the SIMS2. So that means I went over this afternoon and played for two hours before work. I was going to sleep over tonight. Went in the house, couldn't find the livingroom light switch. Did I mention it takes about a minute to actually unlock the front two locks --keep that in mind. I called dad as he asked me to do when I got there and I figured we chat while I walked through the duplex (or whatever you call one house with two fams in it). Find the kitchen light and checking lights throughout the house. Kind of a freaky place at night.
In the back of my mind, I keep thinking I can hear the traffic pretty well.
Me on phone w/Dad-"Dad, the kitchen window is up."
Dad-"Was it like that when you were there earlier?"
Me-"I was kind of focused on the SIMS dad."
Dad -"Go ahead and close it. Are there any other windows open?" did I mention the shades were WIDE OPEN?
Me -"Dad, I think I'm going to come home. Not feeling too safe here." I go to check the window in the living room "That ones open. I'm coming home."
Dad-"do you want me to come and get you?"
Me -"I'm not staying in here that long. I'm leavin'." Turn on the hallway light so the house doesn't look deserted, grab stuff and head out. Did I mention that damn 1-minute lock/un-lock door? Yeah, getting freaked & voice shaking, water pipe leaking beside the porch makes the imagination think someone is creeping up on me and my dad on the phone silent to hear what's going on.
Cut to home.
Mom-"I just called Uncle Police Officer and he said he can secure the house if you want to go back. He said you're brother may have left the windows open to air out the house." Dad, mom and me all look at each other like "boy is gone for 2 1/2 days in WI weather, not that much air is gonna get trapped in".
Mom -"Did you close the window in the livingroom?"
Me-"Kind of in freakout mode Mom. Just thinkin about getting out."
Mom-"chicken shit."
Me-"Thanks."
Mom-"Shit, I call myself a chicken shit cause I'd a left too. Did you check any other rooms in the house?" WTF. White, black, pink or yellow, who da fuck goes through the entire house without a gun and a cross (oxymoron anyone? oh and the movie cover of the Labyrinth-david bower with pink lipstick and magic pants, can scare anyTHING).
Me-"Mom, I walked down the hallway once. That's why the hallway light is on." Dawns on me that someone could see things in the house now that the light was on. I share this thought. We try to send Uncle Police Officer but we cannot reach him. I volunteer mom to come with me.
Cut to da dumbass house.
Me (on speakerphone with dad) -"We're in the house dad."
Mom in the background -"Shit, this window is easy to close. You couldn't close this?" She starts walking in the house turning on lights and closing windows. My brother left strict instructions to not go in his bedroom. All mothers are exempt from this rule in case he forgot.
Me-"Ok, windows are close, lights can go off...Mom...Mom, where you going?"
Dad-"What's she doing?"
Me-"Mom, you're going downstairs." She's talking to herself. I'm in a fucked up house with a 50+ year heroine that's talking to herself and walking in scary movie restriction zones.
Mom -"My lamp is down here." YOUR FUCKING LAMP?
Me -"Dad, mom's lamp is in the basement. I'm standing at the top of the steps near the backdoor with the large window and no curtain so that the squirrels and all their lil furry friends and others can see me. feeling the paranoia, yet? "Mom, can we go home now?" mumbling Black people, scary place, one of us isn't a virgin. You'll be the first to go, mom."
Mom -"Look at that centipede." Stomps "That's a big one."
Me -"It's still moving mom!"
Mom-stomps again, "Not moving anymore. Wonder why my lamps down here."
Dad -"What's she doing?"
Me -"Stomping on centipedes dad! We came here to secure bro's house of which I had a scare fest in and had to come home and she's down there with her lamp and a half-dead centipede."
Mom-"Oh you big whiner let's go."
Mom follows me as I point out the lack of livingroom light switch. SHE STARTS SEARCHING FOR A LIGHT SWITCH. IT"S 11PM, let's go home. After expressing my concern with my health, I give her the keys to lock the door.
Mom-"What kind of freaky shit is this?"
Me-"One key for both locks."
Mom-"Well damn. A burgular better use the window, this shit will frustrate the hell out of someone." Thirty seconds later, "Well bless me."
Me-"Dad, mom said bless her."
Dad -"Bless her."
Me-"Mom, dad says bless you."
Mom-"He can't bless me." Locking mechanisms work, "Shit. That's the most screwed up shit I've ever seen."
Me -"That's great mom. I could have died on the porch while you were blessing yourself at the door."
Mom-"Why does he have my lamp in the basement? I could be using that...."
That's cutting the story short but does anyone understand the fear factor here? When I was unlocking the door in the dead dark, all I could think of was Nute in Aliens when she's in the window waiting for Ripley to save her and the alien comes up from behind.
Then there's the more sensitive issue. WHO DA HELL leaves all there windows and blinds open when they are on vacation? Seriously, if there is some sort of security reason behind it please tell me. I plan to ask Uncle Police Officer but does anyone else know? Why would you leave EVERY window open with the blinds open?
Oh and Mrs. Mom-well-shit is a devout Christian. Can you tell?
Ok, there you for listening. I can't decide whether to watch Aliens or just sleep....pics of Ronon Dex, aah relaxing.
In the back of my mind, I keep thinking I can hear the traffic pretty well.
Me on phone w/Dad-"Dad, the kitchen window is up."
Dad-"Was it like that when you were there earlier?"
Me-"I was kind of focused on the SIMS dad."
Dad -"Go ahead and close it. Are there any other windows open?" did I mention the shades were WIDE OPEN?
Me -"Dad, I think I'm going to come home. Not feeling too safe here." I go to check the window in the living room "That ones open. I'm coming home."
Dad-"do you want me to come and get you?"
Me -"I'm not staying in here that long. I'm leavin'." Turn on the hallway light so the house doesn't look deserted, grab stuff and head out. Did I mention that damn 1-minute lock/un-lock door? Yeah, getting freaked & voice shaking, water pipe leaking beside the porch makes the imagination think someone is creeping up on me and my dad on the phone silent to hear what's going on.
Cut to home.
Mom-"I just called Uncle Police Officer and he said he can secure the house if you want to go back. He said you're brother may have left the windows open to air out the house." Dad, mom and me all look at each other like "boy is gone for 2 1/2 days in WI weather, not that much air is gonna get trapped in".
Mom -"Did you close the window in the livingroom?"
Me-"Kind of in freakout mode Mom. Just thinkin about getting out."
Mom-"chicken shit."
Me-"Thanks."
Mom-"Shit, I call myself a chicken shit cause I'd a left too. Did you check any other rooms in the house?" WTF. White, black, pink or yellow, who da fuck goes through the entire house without a gun and a cross (oxymoron anyone? oh and the movie cover of the Labyrinth-david bower with pink lipstick and magic pants, can scare anyTHING).
Me-"Mom, I walked down the hallway once. That's why the hallway light is on." Dawns on me that someone could see things in the house now that the light was on. I share this thought. We try to send Uncle Police Officer but we cannot reach him. I volunteer mom to come with me.
Cut to da dumbass house.
Me (on speakerphone with dad) -"We're in the house dad."
Mom in the background -"Shit, this window is easy to close. You couldn't close this?" She starts walking in the house turning on lights and closing windows. My brother left strict instructions to not go in his bedroom. All mothers are exempt from this rule in case he forgot.
Me-"Ok, windows are close, lights can go off...Mom...Mom, where you going?"
Dad-"What's she doing?"
Me-"Mom, you're going downstairs." She's talking to herself. I'm in a fucked up house with a 50+ year heroine that's talking to herself and walking in scary movie restriction zones.
Mom -"My lamp is down here." YOUR FUCKING LAMP?
Me -"Dad, mom's lamp is in the basement. I'm standing at the top of the steps near the backdoor with the large window and no curtain so that the squirrels and all their lil furry friends and others can see me. feeling the paranoia, yet? "Mom, can we go home now?" mumbling Black people, scary place, one of us isn't a virgin. You'll be the first to go, mom."
Mom -"Look at that centipede." Stomps "That's a big one."
Me -"It's still moving mom!"
Mom-stomps again, "Not moving anymore. Wonder why my lamps down here."
Dad -"What's she doing?"
Me -"Stomping on centipedes dad! We came here to secure bro's house of which I had a scare fest in and had to come home and she's down there with her lamp and a half-dead centipede."
Mom-"Oh you big whiner let's go."
Mom follows me as I point out the lack of livingroom light switch. SHE STARTS SEARCHING FOR A LIGHT SWITCH. IT"S 11PM, let's go home. After expressing my concern with my health, I give her the keys to lock the door.
Mom-"What kind of freaky shit is this?"
Me-"One key for both locks."
Mom-"Well damn. A burgular better use the window, this shit will frustrate the hell out of someone." Thirty seconds later, "Well bless me."
Me-"Dad, mom said bless her."
Dad -"Bless her."
Me-"Mom, dad says bless you."
Mom-"He can't bless me." Locking mechanisms work, "Shit. That's the most screwed up shit I've ever seen."
Me -"That's great mom. I could have died on the porch while you were blessing yourself at the door."
Mom-"Why does he have my lamp in the basement? I could be using that...."
That's cutting the story short but does anyone understand the fear factor here? When I was unlocking the door in the dead dark, all I could think of was Nute in Aliens when she's in the window waiting for Ripley to save her and the alien comes up from behind.
Then there's the more sensitive issue. WHO DA HELL leaves all there windows and blinds open when they are on vacation? Seriously, if there is some sort of security reason behind it please tell me. I plan to ask Uncle Police Officer but does anyone else know? Why would you leave EVERY window open with the blinds open?
Oh and Mrs. Mom-well-shit is a devout Christian. Can you tell?
Ok, there you for listening. I can't decide whether to watch Aliens or just sleep....pics of Ronon Dex, aah relaxing.