I'm bored, and I made almost $500 this weekend, dad ... ha, daddy is so getting a Father's Day dinner this Tuesday. (By the by, I had to Google, if "dinner" was spelled"diner" or "dinner" ... I did so by typing "local din..." and waited to see what it suggested I finish my search bar with, but I digress). However, I haven't spent much time with my father, (who is daddy due to the confusing fact he is listed as such in my phone book as such, but my mom is listed as, well mom, again I digress) because of conflicting schedules. However, on this wonderful Father's Day (what ever the word for night after is) when I happen to read Jenn's Blog as well as listen to Asher Roth, I realize how little I share or have shared with my father. Now I don't blame that wonderful man for any of this, it's just true. Pretty much when I was younger he wasn't there much, I mean for sports, he was designated but even times where I injured myself, for the manly DEAL WITH BLOOD things, my Grand Father was designated due to my father's need to work, which is funny because that's the reason I don't see him. And because he's finally getting some booty, however that was LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOG over due. You go dad ... but I digress, hmm I can't stay on track today ... but I digress. The only thing my dad and I pretty much share anymore is our car insurance (Geico ... I just had to switch this creepy stack of money was following me around for like a month), the occasional dinner when I stop by (my Grandfather ... oh my ... makes the greatest sauce known to man, I know, you're thinking everyone says that NO! I thought my mom's was awesome, I was wrong, go eat my Grandfather's sauce), and a conversation pretty much when ever I build something because for some reason I'm see as not only the nonathletic son but for some reason the son that can't build shit, like the son that isn't handy, because I'm a waiter or a college student, I don't know, but anyhow I like to prove to him I can build shit, so I tell him. However when I know I need his help, I ask him. Like for instance, I need to mount a TV this TV
and I need his help, so I asked him to come over he says sure I'll come over. He calls back the next day, and asks that I make sure it's alright with my mother that he come over. Now my mother and father have an amazingly civil relationship, I have seen them fight in 19 years ... once, that was fucking creepy. Anyway, I obeyed his wishes asked my mom, she was for some reason hesitant, but then said yes. She calls back a half an hour later, giving me guide lines on how the house may look and to make sure her door to her bedroom is shut. I agree. Not even another half hour goes by and she calls once more "tell your father not to come I'll have [my husband] do it for you," my reply "no thank you I'd rather it not be hung, I'd rather it just stay the way it is." No here's a side note for all those joining the game late, my Mother's husband who will remain absent of the title stepfather, even in the most confusing of circumstances I will never refer to him as such, is an ass and he is the only reason my father can't help his son, do something that is along the lines of his profession. So my brother is just going to help me, hopefully we're competent enough to pull it off ... poor choice of words ... competent enough to put it up ... and it won't pull off. Yeah, I think that's it.
(Oh by the way My Mother's Husband hasn't spoken to us in years, just encase I'm comming off as a spoiled kid)
Oh and as for the title, about one or two months ago I went the the GREATEST thrift store ever! It was in West Berlin, NJ and I bought a random bag-o-action-figures and a little house-shelf ... it's self-explanatory. They were bought with the intention to combine. Just so you know in this AMAZING bad-o-action-figures (which I only purchased because there was a bendy-flex Red Power Ranger which I know for a fact a friend of mine owned, but I didn't ... must have been like expensive ... so I needed it) it contained not only a Goldar (from Power Ranger) action figurine, but a Space Jam, yes a masterpiece we all know and love that gave us Lola Bunny, action figure. OH, and a mini-Bible (both old and new testament), but that's bot featured.
and I need his help, so I asked him to come over he says sure I'll come over. He calls back the next day, and asks that I make sure it's alright with my mother that he come over. Now my mother and father have an amazingly civil relationship, I have seen them fight in 19 years ... once, that was fucking creepy. Anyway, I obeyed his wishes asked my mom, she was for some reason hesitant, but then said yes. She calls back a half an hour later, giving me guide lines on how the house may look and to make sure her door to her bedroom is shut. I agree. Not even another half hour goes by and she calls once more "tell your father not to come I'll have [my husband] do it for you," my reply "no thank you I'd rather it not be hung, I'd rather it just stay the way it is." No here's a side note for all those joining the game late, my Mother's husband who will remain absent of the title stepfather, even in the most confusing of circumstances I will never refer to him as such, is an ass and he is the only reason my father can't help his son, do something that is along the lines of his profession. So my brother is just going to help me, hopefully we're competent enough to pull it off ... poor choice of words ... competent enough to put it up ... and it won't pull off. Yeah, I think that's it.(Oh by the way My Mother's Husband hasn't spoken to us in years, just encase I'm comming off as a spoiled kid)
Oh and as for the title, about one or two months ago I went the the GREATEST thrift store ever! It was in West Berlin, NJ and I bought a random bag-o-action-figures and a little house-shelf ... it's self-explanatory. They were bought with the intention to combine. Just so you know in this AMAZING bad-o-action-figures (which I only purchased because there was a bendy-flex Red Power Ranger which I know for a fact a friend of mine owned, but I didn't ... must have been like expensive ... so I needed it) it contained not only a Goldar (from Power Ranger) action figurine, but a Space Jam, yes a masterpiece we all know and love that gave us Lola Bunny, action figure. OH, and a mini-Bible (both old and new testament), but that's bot featured.
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