family ties
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Carpooling home from work, I announced to my mother, "I am not going to spend any more money at all! I'm going to save save save!"
Three hours later she picked up the WalMart receipt I'd left on the counter, asked if I needed it, then glanced at the date/amount on it and said, "Not going to spend any more money, eh?" with a quirked eyebrow.
Whatever! Money spent on the new Janet Evanovich Stephanie Plum book and Shanghai Knights so does not count, as they are integral to my sanity and the welfare of my SOUL. Also, I really really wanted both. It is indicative of my priorities that I didn't blink an eye at dropping $15 and $17 for the DVD and book respectively, and then proceeded to spend a solid ten minutes standing in front of a rack of clothes debating whether or not to buy a $5.00 pair of workout shorts that I really, really need. Like, sometimes I end up having to go outside and exercise in shorts and pants that haven't seen the light of day since the mid-nineties as they've been relegated to PJ duty for the past few years. I need new shorts! I'm almost positive I'm already ridiculed far and wide for my lame workout regime and lack of fitness, I don't need to be mocked for my shirts with holes in the armpits or bleach stains!
Anyway, the book is good and the DVD is sitting here right next to me, waiting to be happily watched. I don't know why I loved the movie so; I'm afraid I'm going to watch it again and find it far inferior. More to follow, surely, after I watch.
ii.
Sitting at dinner, Mom, the Brother, and yours truly present:
Me: ...I mean, it's not, like, Betsy Ross or something!
Jimmers: Hey, I like Betsy Ross! (very earnestly) She's my hero.
Mom and Me: ...
Me: Really?
Jimmy: No, not *really*. I mean, come on! I'm not black.
Mom and Me: ....
Jimmy: Wasn't she the one on the bus?
Mom: No! That was Rosa Parks!
Jimmy: Who the hell is Betsy Ross?
Anyway, for the rest of the night, my mother and I kept cracking up, saying, "Betsy Ross? Come on, it's not like I'm *black*." For some reason this just got more amusing every time, and by the end my brother was ready to kill the both of us.
iii.
I was peacefully sitting on the couch, enjoying the All Star Game, when my brother said, "Hey Jess, I have something I want to tell you" and then proceeded to lift his leg in the international sibling sign for Incoming Fartage. I responded quickly by moving to kick his leg in an attempt to distract him, only to face his retaliation of kicking my hand. Which was holding a big glass of icewater! And so I ended up with about a third of a glass of icewater ALL over me! So annoying! And my brother just sat there laughing, looking all satisfied with himself, and so I dumped the rest of it on his head.
It was a lovely moment, even with my mom screeching in the background about water getting on the couch. My mother doesn't seem to have embraced the fact that the couch is almost twenty years old and has had just about every liquid possible spilled on it. It can't get much worse for wear, and anyway, it was water! I think she was mostly upset because we distracted her from the game.
~~
And that's all that's fit to type into this Update Box tonight. One of these days I'll get around to discussing the big wedding and all, but tonight I'm too tired and Owen Wilson and Jackie Chan are waiting to entertain me with their wacky antics. Heart them so!
Carpooling home from work, I announced to my mother, "I am not going to spend any more money at all! I'm going to save save save!"
Three hours later she picked up the WalMart receipt I'd left on the counter, asked if I needed it, then glanced at the date/amount on it and said, "Not going to spend any more money, eh?" with a quirked eyebrow.
Whatever! Money spent on the new Janet Evanovich Stephanie Plum book and Shanghai Knights so does not count, as they are integral to my sanity and the welfare of my SOUL. Also, I really really wanted both. It is indicative of my priorities that I didn't blink an eye at dropping $15 and $17 for the DVD and book respectively, and then proceeded to spend a solid ten minutes standing in front of a rack of clothes debating whether or not to buy a $5.00 pair of workout shorts that I really, really need. Like, sometimes I end up having to go outside and exercise in shorts and pants that haven't seen the light of day since the mid-nineties as they've been relegated to PJ duty for the past few years. I need new shorts! I'm almost positive I'm already ridiculed far and wide for my lame workout regime and lack of fitness, I don't need to be mocked for my shirts with holes in the armpits or bleach stains!
Anyway, the book is good and the DVD is sitting here right next to me, waiting to be happily watched. I don't know why I loved the movie so; I'm afraid I'm going to watch it again and find it far inferior. More to follow, surely, after I watch.
ii.
Sitting at dinner, Mom, the Brother, and yours truly present:
Me: ...I mean, it's not, like, Betsy Ross or something!
Jimmers: Hey, I like Betsy Ross! (very earnestly) She's my hero.
Mom and Me: ...
Me: Really?
Jimmy: No, not *really*. I mean, come on! I'm not black.
Mom and Me: ....
Jimmy: Wasn't she the one on the bus?
Mom: No! That was Rosa Parks!
Jimmy: Who the hell is Betsy Ross?
Anyway, for the rest of the night, my mother and I kept cracking up, saying, "Betsy Ross? Come on, it's not like I'm *black*." For some reason this just got more amusing every time, and by the end my brother was ready to kill the both of us.
iii.
I was peacefully sitting on the couch, enjoying the All Star Game, when my brother said, "Hey Jess, I have something I want to tell you" and then proceeded to lift his leg in the international sibling sign for Incoming Fartage. I responded quickly by moving to kick his leg in an attempt to distract him, only to face his retaliation of kicking my hand. Which was holding a big glass of icewater! And so I ended up with about a third of a glass of icewater ALL over me! So annoying! And my brother just sat there laughing, looking all satisfied with himself, and so I dumped the rest of it on his head.
It was a lovely moment, even with my mom screeching in the background about water getting on the couch. My mother doesn't seem to have embraced the fact that the couch is almost twenty years old and has had just about every liquid possible spilled on it. It can't get much worse for wear, and anyway, it was water! I think she was mostly upset because we distracted her from the game.
~~
And that's all that's fit to type into this Update Box tonight. One of these days I'll get around to discussing the big wedding and all, but tonight I'm too tired and Owen Wilson and Jackie Chan are waiting to entertain me with their wacky antics. Heart them so!
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Date: 2003-07-16 07:04 am (UTC)that's so surreal and hysterical. i love it. can't stop giggling. what a great way to start a morning!
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Date: 2003-07-19 12:38 am (UTC)Ah, Jimmers. Always good for a laugh.
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Date: 2003-07-16 08:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-19 12:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-04 08:13 pm (UTC)