Showing posts with label parents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parents. Show all posts

8.28.2011

Life as I know it...

Here's the thing, I love my family you know? They're really great peoples once you get to know them. (ducks a shoe comes flying from nowhere) But here's the thing, we're not so great about the whole "communication" thing. 


I don't tell them what I'm doing, they don't tell me what they're doing; and we're ok with that... except when things like this happen. (paraphrased a bit) 


Me: So did you guys get a lot of stuff moved into the new house?
Them (one of them): Yeah all the beds are over there.
Me: Aw so are you guys going to spend the night over there now?
Them: YEAAAh...we kinda of don't have any beds at this house. 
Me: Oh ok.
Them: We're going to have the internet guy come out Monday and hook that up.
Me: Cool. Me: ... Wait so that means you're shutting down the internet here? (which I'm stealing as I can pick it up all the way at my house) TOMORROW!??
Them: Um yess I think so.    
Me: (note not yelling just a wee bit panicky) BUT..BUT..YOU'RE NOT EVEN GOING TO BE HERE FOR THE WEEK!?! (another suprise..they are going leaving town for the week)
Them: Oh! I'm sorry! I don't know what you're going to do. 
Me: <gaping>  What am *I* supposed to do?! 


While I knew this was going to happen at some point, I didn't realize/no one informed me that they were moving for real, for real (they've been working at this for about a month or two now) this weekend or I would have........probably...done nothing since I'm flat broke (hence why the whole stealiage of the parental units internet).


What is the point of this post? 
I know you're wondering, with good reason. 


None really, more of just an this-cant-be-happening-right-before-school-starts-brain-dump. 


If I go to school this semester.


But I'm not stressing about that. No Sirree. 


Not stressed at all. 


*whistles*



Back to the point though: I need my internet!! Honestly what else does one do with nothing else to do? 


Read a book? Cook? Clean my house? Train my dogs? Psht. Parish the thought. 



I'm going to bed.