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amezriI haven't had to make one of these posts for a while, but.. *shrug* posterity.
It's always nice to sit down to dinner after an argument with your father over whether or not I am going to put a perfectly good oak end table that he's going to throw out in the room my mother and I redid. He, by the way, thinks the room is a mess. In fact, he came upstairs and complained that he has to clean up because we make such a mess. Excuse me? Neither my nother nor I are the ones who leave dirty dishes, pans, pots, cups, laundry, and whatever else laying around until someone else cleans it up because they can't stand it anymore. Neither of us are so lazy, we can't be bothered to change clothes or walk 20 feet to their own bedroom.
While we're eating, he keeps bringing up this bull about how he does so much work and boo hoo. We come around to the big point of contention: taking my brother back to school.
Tomorrow, my mother was planning to go to the monastery - it's been three years this week since my grandmother passed, so you know, she should go. My father says "well, since you're going to the monastery, why don't you just take your son back to school."
Uhm. Okay, besides the fact that it's 3 hours out of the way, we really only have time to do one or the other and not realy both. And cripes, hello, three years since her mother died - have some damn compassion! Wait, I forgot who I'm talking about. All better. Anyway, the whole thing sparks this big arguement and of course then my father syas that my brother can just take the train - because it's cheaper. I ask him how much gas he thinks it'll take to drive to LI and back. He says $40. I ask him how much a ticket to Penn and then a ticket to Stonybrook would cost - $58. OKay, cheaper? He then says some thing about how he meant wear on the car, blah blah. I think I said something about how I'm sure his car is in perfect condition. No idea why I said that as it make no sense. *shrug*
More arguing about money. He starts laying into my mother about how he has to work day and night and it's hard and blah blah blah and no one else works as hard as him. HA! I say. HA! My mother asks him how long he's been working day and night - seven months! he responds indignantly. I think my mother let out a big "Ha!" and asked him where he was and what he was doing when she was working day and night for years and years at his restaurants. He says he was working too. My mother syas that yes, he was working - working very hard sitting and talking to customers. .. My father, the idiot, says yes, he was, and it was hard. *facepalm* Yeah, right.
He then accuses her of not saving any money. She asks him if he thinks that she wasn't saving money because she spent it all - meaning "remember how you drove us all into debt because of your restaurants?" And apparently he did remember because he pretty much shut up then.
I'm amused that my mother can now out argue my father and that he just shuts of and goes away. Next I'm going to work on getting her to tell him to get the hell out if he doesn't like living here. I almost told him that today, but I suppose it's not realy my place. Well, it is, but hey, I have to save some ammo for another day.
In any case, it looks like we are going to have to take my brother back to school. I don't see why my father, who works down in the city, can't just take him. Yeah, LI is out of his way, but it's only like an hour and a half as opposed to 3 hours. well, actually, nearly 5 from our house. Oh, hey, this afternoon after we got back he basically told my mother that he wasn't going to help pay for my brother's tuition because it was her turn. Uh. What the fuck? Hey, maybe she shouldn't be paying for half your tax debt either because she has every other year, 'cause, you know, it's your turn, fucker.
ARGH. OMG.
It's always nice to sit down to dinner after an argument with your father over whether or not I am going to put a perfectly good oak end table that he's going to throw out in the room my mother and I redid. He, by the way, thinks the room is a mess. In fact, he came upstairs and complained that he has to clean up because we make such a mess. Excuse me? Neither my nother nor I are the ones who leave dirty dishes, pans, pots, cups, laundry, and whatever else laying around until someone else cleans it up because they can't stand it anymore. Neither of us are so lazy, we can't be bothered to change clothes or walk 20 feet to their own bedroom.
While we're eating, he keeps bringing up this bull about how he does so much work and boo hoo. We come around to the big point of contention: taking my brother back to school.
Tomorrow, my mother was planning to go to the monastery - it's been three years this week since my grandmother passed, so you know, she should go. My father says "well, since you're going to the monastery, why don't you just take your son back to school."
Uhm. Okay, besides the fact that it's 3 hours out of the way, we really only have time to do one or the other and not realy both. And cripes, hello, three years since her mother died - have some damn compassion! Wait, I forgot who I'm talking about. All better. Anyway, the whole thing sparks this big arguement and of course then my father syas that my brother can just take the train - because it's cheaper. I ask him how much gas he thinks it'll take to drive to LI and back. He says $40. I ask him how much a ticket to Penn and then a ticket to Stonybrook would cost - $58. OKay, cheaper? He then says some thing about how he meant wear on the car, blah blah. I think I said something about how I'm sure his car is in perfect condition. No idea why I said that as it make no sense. *shrug*
More arguing about money. He starts laying into my mother about how he has to work day and night and it's hard and blah blah blah and no one else works as hard as him. HA! I say. HA! My mother asks him how long he's been working day and night - seven months! he responds indignantly. I think my mother let out a big "Ha!" and asked him where he was and what he was doing when she was working day and night for years and years at his restaurants. He says he was working too. My mother syas that yes, he was working - working very hard sitting and talking to customers. .. My father, the idiot, says yes, he was, and it was hard. *facepalm* Yeah, right.
He then accuses her of not saving any money. She asks him if he thinks that she wasn't saving money because she spent it all - meaning "remember how you drove us all into debt because of your restaurants?" And apparently he did remember because he pretty much shut up then.
I'm amused that my mother can now out argue my father and that he just shuts of and goes away. Next I'm going to work on getting her to tell him to get the hell out if he doesn't like living here. I almost told him that today, but I suppose it's not realy my place. Well, it is, but hey, I have to save some ammo for another day.
In any case, it looks like we are going to have to take my brother back to school. I don't see why my father, who works down in the city, can't just take him. Yeah, LI is out of his way, but it's only like an hour and a half as opposed to 3 hours. well, actually, nearly 5 from our house. Oh, hey, this afternoon after we got back he basically told my mother that he wasn't going to help pay for my brother's tuition because it was her turn. Uh. What the fuck? Hey, maybe she shouldn't be paying for half your tax debt either because she has every other year, 'cause, you know, it's your turn, fucker.
ARGH. OMG.
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Date: 2004-11-27 06:41 pm (UTC)If it's going to be after 6pm, let me know so I can tackle you for two seconds before you go.
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Date: 2004-11-27 09:45 pm (UTC)