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rena_librarianMy mother says some seriously fucked-up shit sometimes.
...okay, so not, like, "OMG YAY NAZIISM!" kind of fucked-up. Just the kind of fucked-up that makes you scratch your head and go, "Huh, wait...what?"
I called her when I got home from work today and she goes, "So, did you take the Nestea plunge?"
"...huh?"
"You know, and plunge right into your work?"
"...?"
"...of sorting all your stuff?"
Oh.
Huh, wait...what?
She knows very well (or SHOULD, anyway, God knows I told her like four times) that the only things I packed were my books. So I don't have a lot TO sort. So... *sigh*
And then yesterday. She and Dad came over to see the new apartment, and they spotted my liquor bottles. (When I finish one, I fill it with water and color it match whatever color the stuff in it was. I have them lined up along the top of my kitchen cabinets, along with some Jones Soda bottles and old-school Snapple bottles that I'm pretty sure they don't make anymore. Looks pretty cool. For the record, there's MAYBE eight "liquor" bottles up there, some of which are single-serving bottles and a few of which aren't even alcoholic, like the margarita mix bottle. ANYWAY.) So Mom looks at me like I just stabbed her in the heart and goes, "Promise me that if Grandpa or Mrs. Kay or anyone ever comes over here, you'll put those away?"
Um.
1. Purely semantically, they ARE away. That's where they GO. It's not like underwear lying in the middle of the bedroom floor.
2. What she actually means by that is still an awful lot of hassle, it would involve using my stepstool, finding a place to put them that was out of sight (a challenge in and of itself), and putting them back--in the same order--later.
3. I'm 21. It's not like it would have been during the first two months and four days that I was living alone. Ha.
4. IIRC, the first one went up there within DAYS of me moving into my place, and I KNOW she saw it shortly thereafter, it's not as if it's the first time she noticed them.
5. Shit like this is EXACTLY why being on good terms with my parents is something that is on shaky ground when it DOES happen.
Anyway. I didn't answer, but I gave her a look that said HELL NO I WON'T PROMISE THAT, and then I pointed out that that wasn't actually alcohol, that was colored water. And Dad was all, "OH," and then I pointed out that the real stuff was in the FRIDGE, DUH. And Dad said I had better put that away, too. >_<
So I'm hoping Mrs. Kay DOES come over sometime in the near future. (That aside, I do want her to see my place.) If she and Mom are both there at the same time I'll make sure to go out of my way and point out my bottle collection.
There's being evil for the sake of being evil, and then there's making someone realize how ridiculous they are.
I don't know why they're so worried about GRANDPA seeing it, though, considering he used to make his own wine. XD
So yeah.
Oh, and I officially have PERMISSION to say "sucks" in front of my friends. XD I let it slip when I was talking to Mom this morning. "Our new parking lot doesn't have any stripes on it yet and so people park really weird and trying to find someplace where you're not blocking someone really sucks." And she asked me to repeat what I said and I DID, and she said, "Please don't say that in front of me. Say it in front your friends."
*facepalm*
So yeah. FTW?
Worse yet...that's just yesterday and today. O_o
(I just typo'd laundry as lunadry. XD)
...okay, so not, like, "OMG YAY NAZIISM!" kind of fucked-up. Just the kind of fucked-up that makes you scratch your head and go, "Huh, wait...what?"
I called her when I got home from work today and she goes, "So, did you take the Nestea plunge?"
"...huh?"
"You know, and plunge right into your work?"
"...?"
"...of sorting all your stuff?"
Oh.
Huh, wait...what?
She knows very well (or SHOULD, anyway, God knows I told her like four times) that the only things I packed were my books. So I don't have a lot TO sort. So... *sigh*
And then yesterday. She and Dad came over to see the new apartment, and they spotted my liquor bottles. (When I finish one, I fill it with water and color it match whatever color the stuff in it was. I have them lined up along the top of my kitchen cabinets, along with some Jones Soda bottles and old-school Snapple bottles that I'm pretty sure they don't make anymore. Looks pretty cool. For the record, there's MAYBE eight "liquor" bottles up there, some of which are single-serving bottles and a few of which aren't even alcoholic, like the margarita mix bottle. ANYWAY.) So Mom looks at me like I just stabbed her in the heart and goes, "Promise me that if Grandpa or Mrs. Kay or anyone ever comes over here, you'll put those away?"
Um.
1. Purely semantically, they ARE away. That's where they GO. It's not like underwear lying in the middle of the bedroom floor.
2. What she actually means by that is still an awful lot of hassle, it would involve using my stepstool, finding a place to put them that was out of sight (a challenge in and of itself), and putting them back--in the same order--later.
3. I'm 21. It's not like it would have been during the first two months and four days that I was living alone. Ha.
4. IIRC, the first one went up there within DAYS of me moving into my place, and I KNOW she saw it shortly thereafter, it's not as if it's the first time she noticed them.
5. Shit like this is EXACTLY why being on good terms with my parents is something that is on shaky ground when it DOES happen.
Anyway. I didn't answer, but I gave her a look that said HELL NO I WON'T PROMISE THAT, and then I pointed out that that wasn't actually alcohol, that was colored water. And Dad was all, "OH," and then I pointed out that the real stuff was in the FRIDGE, DUH. And Dad said I had better put that away, too. >_<
So I'm hoping Mrs. Kay DOES come over sometime in the near future. (That aside, I do want her to see my place.) If she and Mom are both there at the same time I'll make sure to go out of my way and point out my bottle collection.
There's being evil for the sake of being evil, and then there's making someone realize how ridiculous they are.
I don't know why they're so worried about GRANDPA seeing it, though, considering he used to make his own wine. XD
So yeah.
Oh, and I officially have PERMISSION to say "sucks" in front of my friends. XD I let it slip when I was talking to Mom this morning. "Our new parking lot doesn't have any stripes on it yet and so people park really weird and trying to find someplace where you're not blocking someone really sucks." And she asked me to repeat what I said and I DID, and she said, "Please don't say that in front of me. Say it in front your friends."
*facepalm*
So yeah. FTW?
Worse yet...that's just yesterday and today. O_o
(I just typo'd laundry as lunadry. XD)
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Date: 2007-10-10 01:10 pm (UTC)Why?
Because it's MY house. -_- either that, or she knew I didn't intend to say it in front of her.
Sucks is one of those words that just... oh god. ah well, can't be helped. and so far as the bottles are concerned, I kind of understand where she comes from, and I kinda don't.
I dunno.
Like I said, Theresa freaks me out sometimes.
congrats on getting into the new apartment.
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Date: 2007-10-10 04:43 pm (UTC)And. Um. I say better the pretty bottles than, say, pictures of what I did under the influence of what was in them. XD (Admittedly, what I did was nothing embarassing, really. Other than the time it induced me to go sliding up and down the hallway in my socks. Ahem.) Point is, I drink, and I'm not ashamed or embarrassed about that, and if anyone has a problem with it, it's THEIR problem.
But that little comment of hers made me feel like I was fourteen again. (Fourteen, in retrospect, being the worst year EVER.) Fourteen and still living at home. There were countless times where she asked me to repress myself over something silly--no one at church was to know that I had a DreamCast, for example. >_< Why? Because there's a level in SA that's based on a CASINO, ZOMG. O_O So yeah, ten or so words and she regresses me SEVEN YEARS. (I daresay the seven years where I've changed the most, too.) *headdesk*
Thanks. ^_^ I'll have internet for SURE tonight, lol, the guy's coming to hook me up this afternoon when I get off work.