After I walked in the door Friday night I was exhausted. I still managed to fuck around on my website a little more and talk to Joel for a very brief minute while he was up at Wendy’s picking up food. I decided to go to bed and read until I could finally go to sleep.
I woke up the next morning to Joe on my laptop (which is happening quite a bit lately) looking up Wikipedia junk. He’s addicted I swear. He had already made the kid breakfast, changed her diaper and fed himself. I was slightly impressed. I did my normal morning routine along with hunting down the anti-bacterial stuff for my nose. I finally stepped on it after deciding that the bathroom definitely was the last place I saw it. I mixed up my sea salt potion, grabbed a q-tip and was totally not expecting the little stings of pain when I cleaned out my piercing. I cussed a little bit as I walked back out into the living room and sat down next to Joe.
After about five minutes of watching my husband drool over Jean Grey I remembered (for no apparent reason) that my parents had told me at the beginning of the week they were coming up today (which also happened to be the same phone call where my Dad apologized out his ass for being a drunk douche bag). I looked at the clock and called them up. They had been camping and had just woken up themselves. I decided not to mention the shiny ring in my nose and see how long it took them to figure out it was real once they got here.
They finally arrived around 10:30 am. My dad is like most women when it comes to preparing for an outing of any kind. He spends like 30 minutes to an hour showering, getting dressed, and making over what little hair on his head he has left. My mom on the other hand is just so used to waiting for my dad that by the time he’s ready to go she’s already moved on to something else. You can see where complications come in. They walked in the door and their attention was instantly on Sammy. Normal, grandparent behavior. I waited for them to notice my new body accessory and when I was sure they had I pointed out it was completely real. My mom was the one I didn’t expect out of the two to disbelieve it’s authenticity. I actually had to move it back and fourth through my nose to get her to realize it was indeed real, permanent, and very “in there“.
The day was the basic “parents visiting for a few hours” scenario. They played with the kid, gave us a ride to Wal*Mart to hunt for an action figure that of course wasn’t there, bought Sammy some cute toys and just generally hung out. By the end of it I was so annoyed with my father that I was glad to see them go. He is one of the few human beings on this Earth that can easily get under my skin. I love him because I have to. He helped create me, “raised” me, and gave me a home for 15 years, but not without a mental toll. I have several flaws and mental ticks I relate to living with my father. One of them is being able to tell very successfully when someone is lying to you and I can tell a bullshit artist from a mile away so I can’t say they are all bad.
After they left Joe and I walked up to the store with Sammy and bought some grilling out items, ate dinner and relaxed. I have to say it was very Norman Rockwell compared to most of our weekends. It was a pretty good ending I must say.
Wow. So a lot has happened since that last time I blogged & I’m starting to feel a bit like Harriet the Spy. I honestly know too much about people who know little to nothing about me. I will try to keep this short & split it up into as many parts as possible so as to not drone on.
First & foremost my Halo 3 online play addiction has gone down. Not so much that I don’t like playing the game anymore, but enough to where I’m okay if I drop a rank or two as long as I like the person(s) I’m playing with. My brother in-law Michael’s addiction to gaining rank however is still up there. He throws little temper tantrums if we don’t do good enough or if we lose all together. Then he turns around & complains about a friend of his who is obsessed with rank. It’s gotten annoying to the point where I’ll just stick to playing with Joe 1 (hubby), Joe q (friend) or just random people the matchmaking sets me up with. Sure there are a few assholes, but at least I don’t know them in real life and more than likely never will.
On to the second part of my ever growing post “things you should never know about your husband’s brother“. Recently, Michael’s girlfriend (the one I posted about, but deleted the post because of it’s length & angry babbling) turned out to be as big of a whore as she had bragged to be the Saturday night they came over. I knew she was at least a two-faced person from the word go, but this little incident tops the cake. Turns out guess who got chlamydia (because she refuses to let anyone she sleeps with a wear a condom) & gave it to a dumb dillhole? If you guessed c.) the skank step right down & claim your prize! Indeed this woman who has the face of a horse & the mind of a retarded, downs syndrome ridden 5yr old didn’t care enough about Michael or herself to get tested or even spare the time for enough common sense to ask him to wear a condom. Of course I got mad at Michael for being such an r-tard, because he’s family & I care about him in a “I’m your sister in-law & who else am I going to sissy fight/pwn n00bs on Halo with” way. Then after he laughed off my concern I went straight for my guns & pulled out every chlamydia joke I could think of. “Clap on clap off” “Clappy the clown (an original of mine)” & just plain clapping over the xbox mic. I’ve decided by his reaction I really shouldn’t give a damn so that’s the stance I’ve currently taken in the situation. Fuck ‘em. If I hadn’t of been dragged into it by his girlfriend (yes, she told me FIRST) and then by Michael I wouldn’t be so pissed off, but neither of them can seem to keep their business to themselves.
Finally. You’re to (what should be) the last paragraph of this post. Congratulations. Last, but not least Joe has started a weird fetish I didn’t see coming. As most people should know I’m obsessed with Batman, The Joker, & Harley Quinn (I also like Catwoman, Scarecrow, Bane, & Poison Ivy, but they are just fillers to me). Since my obsession with Harley Quinn (mainly) started I’ve ached for a tattoo of her loveliness (as portrayed in Batman: TAS) on my body. I’ve since gotten it and have seemingly given her a personality of her own. I often find myself using her to give Joe a kiss on his arm or forehead & as of this morning Joe has returned the favor. Out of nowhere he got real interested in my arm during sex. It was strange, but strange trips my trigger. I think any other woman would be extremely freaked out, but I’m not by any standards “normal” in the bed room. Just greedy. I found this new little quirk of Joe’s interesting enough to put in here. I mean who does that? I just see it as one of the weird side effects to marrying a total nerd.
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