March 3rd, 2006living with dad
He cooks breakfast (good).
He gives me meds (eh, hard to say).
He plays with my cats (very cute).
He won’t let me drink any liquor (bad). Granted, I have a liver problem, but I’m back living at my parent’s house (for the time being) and a girl needs a drink. Somebody get the GIRL a drink.
Reason I’m telling you this: he used my bathroom and forgot to a) put the toilet seat down and b) flush. Eww.
Oh, the joys of living at home.
BTW, Bad News Hughes updated. It’s hysterical, of course.
You’ve just ruined your dad’s myth for me. Now I need a drink too.
Comment by anne — March 3, 2006 @ 11:45 am
ROTFL… trust me, I about died. I don’t remember him ever doing that when I lived here before.
He claims it’s because he was on the phone and didn’t want to sound like he was in the bathroom.
::eyes rolling::
Comment by the insider — March 3, 2006 @ 11:50 am
ewwwwwwwwwwww!
oh and when English and i stay at my dads house this april… i have to have a talk with my stepmom first so that she will let English and i sleep in the same room… sigh.
Comment by wendykat — March 3, 2006 @ 12:18 pm
You think you have a liver problem?
Comment by Grampa — March 4, 2006 @ 1:31 am
Sounds like your dad has nothing wrong with him other than poor eyesight I say……I mean how else can you aim a little thing like that to a hole so damn big and STILL miss?!?!
I’m glad to hear you’re on the mend doll, sorry it’s taking so darned long though.
So far so good as for 2006….I’ve hit my first goal for the year (graduation) now I’m waiting like an expectant father of triplets to get my ATT (it’s a letter that Authorizes me to sit for my state boards), once I get that I take my state boards then I’m back in the job market. *sigh*
Once I get to that point, believe it or not, I’ll be looking at going back to school (yes you heard that correctly) and working towards my RN so that way I can be a “real nurse” when I grow up, lol.
Then I’m off to live in London and be an ex-pat and life will be blissful! 🙂
Chin up and all that doll, you need entertainment I’m sure you can think of practical jokes to play on your dad 😉 😀
Comment by Shannon — March 4, 2006 @ 8:42 am
Wendy… oh do have fun with that. We expect a full report. 😉
Grampa.. OK, OK, don’t be sassy. 😛
Shannon.. congratulations! Are you moving to London? I’m so jealous. 🙂
Comment by the insider — March 4, 2006 @ 11:49 am
That’s the game plan 🙂 I got my ATT finally! I got it last night by e-mail (I was shocked) so I won’t be around much 🙁 so I insist that you take care of you and get those numbers down, if not you may just find that you’ll have your very own personal nurse (not family or the man…..but ME) to come look after you!
Behave and treat each other well.
Big hugs!
Comment by Shannon — March 5, 2006 @ 6:30 am
I MISS YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Comment by Ghetto Gurrl — March 5, 2006 @ 7:14 pm
Shannon.. thanks and congrats! 🙂
Ghetto… Me too! You never respond to email you goober. 😛
Comment by the insider — March 6, 2006 @ 12:56 pm
Is it wrong to scream at your Filipino neighbor’s dog, that has been barking for fuck’n hours, in the middle of the night,
“WOULD SOMEBODY PLEASE EAT THAT FUCK’N THING ALREADY!”?
That is the question.
Comment by Grampa — March 6, 2006 @ 1:33 pm
Cause, if it is wrong, then I guess that’s just one more thing for which I have to make amends.
Comment by Grampa — March 6, 2006 @ 1:34 pm
Bad night dear?
lol
Comment by the insider — March 6, 2006 @ 1:37 pm
I’m about to see what a fistful of chemo therapy drugs, wrapped in a month old pound of ground beef, does to a dog.
With my luck, the dog would die, then the Filipino’s would eat it and then they would die, too.
Now that would be sweet.
Comment by Grampa — March 6, 2006 @ 2:06 pm
I see the homicidal effect of those drugs in starting to kick in.
Be nice to the dog… go feed him a sleeping pill in ground beef.
Comment by the insider — March 6, 2006 @ 2:12 pm
If I had sleeping pills, I wouldn’t have a fucking problem.
Comment by Grampa — March 6, 2006 @ 2:17 pm
Ah yes, point taken.
If you had me, you wouldn’t have a problem either… but that’s neither here nor there. 😉
Comment by the insider — March 6, 2006 @ 2:18 pm
Agreed.
If you were here, we could probably finish the dog in one sitting.
Eating the evidence, you know.
Comment by Grampa — March 6, 2006 @ 2:21 pm
You’re a sick man.
Very, very disturbed.
Comment by the insider — March 6, 2006 @ 2:29 pm
uhm. i… uh… my eyes! MY BEAUTIFUL EYES!
carry on. pervs.
Comment by wendykat — March 7, 2006 @ 2:08 am
LOL… pardon? We were talking about eating dogs and you consider that pervy? Nonsense. 😛
Comment by the insider — March 7, 2006 @ 10:28 am
*gagging*
I’m feeling a bit green at the mo…..
Nearly as bad as watching my partner take a small fish and pop it into his mouth like it was a chicklete and procede to eat it like it was a kings’ meal and then have the nerve to take great delight in my turning a rather not so attractive shade of green. The bastid. I told him that his hiney has got to sleep sometime.
His reply? “Sod off”
I get no respect I tell ya.
Comment by Shannon — March 7, 2006 @ 12:01 pm
Yeah, the concept of eating dog or live fish is revolting.
“Sod off..” ROTFL, cute. 🙂
Comment by the insider — March 7, 2006 @ 12:11 pm