Happy Birthday
Today is my birthday...
After midnight, a couple of people recognized that fact. One of them being Nichole, of course. Shortly after, I went to bed. When I finally woke up, I decided to sit in bed with my eyes closed a little longer. My mom started telling my brothers to sort their laundry, but when she opened my door and saw me "asleep" she closed it without saying anything. That was nice.
Then I got up, sorted my laundry and went to watch whatever was on T.V at the time. I think it was Spiderman 2. Anyway, after only a short while, my mom went out to plant the plants we got yesterday. The cat was bitching at us to go outside (she hasn't been out in 5 months), so my mom took her out on a leash. Then Spice (my cat), decided she didn't want to stay in the area where my mom was digging. So my mom called me to deal with her. On my freaken birthday, I had to deal with the cat. I wasn't even dressed.
Spice, it seams, didn't want to be out anymore so I let her go inside. Then, I don't quite know how but, I ended up helping with the planting. So, one thing led to another, and I also ended up digging. What a pain in my ass. While I'm digging, of course, my dad walks up and says something stupid. "Stop playing" he says. I was already pissed, but that made it worse. Especially since he won't admit he's wrong. Even after I explained that what I was doing is how you're supposed to get around rocky soil.
So I finished my planting around three. Got a shower. And got dressed again. After sitting down for maybe five minutes, I'm told to do my chores. I wouldn't have minded so much it's just that... How the day was going, along with my dad... Anyway, I start sweeping the floor in the kitchen, as is in the job description. My dad wouldn't leave the door closed. I close it so people don't walk in or otherwise bother me while I'm doing my sweeping, and he kept opening it. Then, after I was done with that, I had to sweep the entryway. My dad added that to my job a few weeks ago. As I finished that, he told me to sweep the whole hallway. By the time I get out of this house, I'll be moping every piece of floor that doesn't have carpet. Grrr.
I sit down again, watching some movie I think. Not five minutes later, my dad decides he wants to remodel the family room. I had to move all of the books off of this one book case, and put them back on once it was moved. All the while, he was complaining that I wasn't doing something right.
My mom is pretty cool though. When she asked me to set up something for dinner, she said I didn't have to if I didn't want. I did it anyway. What's one more thing, eh? Then, shortly after, we had dinner. Game hens. Such a pain to eat. To make it worse, when I flipped mine over to better reach the thigh joint, my dad made a joke about me "flipping the bird". What I wouldn't give to actually be able to do that.
My mom's the only one who tried to make it a good day. It still sucked though.
Oh yah. Nichole, I love you more than my birthday.
After midnight, a couple of people recognized that fact. One of them being Nichole, of course. Shortly after, I went to bed. When I finally woke up, I decided to sit in bed with my eyes closed a little longer. My mom started telling my brothers to sort their laundry, but when she opened my door and saw me "asleep" she closed it without saying anything. That was nice.
Then I got up, sorted my laundry and went to watch whatever was on T.V at the time. I think it was Spiderman 2. Anyway, after only a short while, my mom went out to plant the plants we got yesterday. The cat was bitching at us to go outside (she hasn't been out in 5 months), so my mom took her out on a leash. Then Spice (my cat), decided she didn't want to stay in the area where my mom was digging. So my mom called me to deal with her. On my freaken birthday, I had to deal with the cat. I wasn't even dressed.
Spice, it seams, didn't want to be out anymore so I let her go inside. Then, I don't quite know how but, I ended up helping with the planting. So, one thing led to another, and I also ended up digging. What a pain in my ass. While I'm digging, of course, my dad walks up and says something stupid. "Stop playing" he says. I was already pissed, but that made it worse. Especially since he won't admit he's wrong. Even after I explained that what I was doing is how you're supposed to get around rocky soil.
So I finished my planting around three. Got a shower. And got dressed again. After sitting down for maybe five minutes, I'm told to do my chores. I wouldn't have minded so much it's just that... How the day was going, along with my dad... Anyway, I start sweeping the floor in the kitchen, as is in the job description. My dad wouldn't leave the door closed. I close it so people don't walk in or otherwise bother me while I'm doing my sweeping, and he kept opening it. Then, after I was done with that, I had to sweep the entryway. My dad added that to my job a few weeks ago. As I finished that, he told me to sweep the whole hallway. By the time I get out of this house, I'll be moping every piece of floor that doesn't have carpet. Grrr.
I sit down again, watching some movie I think. Not five minutes later, my dad decides he wants to remodel the family room. I had to move all of the books off of this one book case, and put them back on once it was moved. All the while, he was complaining that I wasn't doing something right.
My mom is pretty cool though. When she asked me to set up something for dinner, she said I didn't have to if I didn't want. I did it anyway. What's one more thing, eh? Then, shortly after, we had dinner. Game hens. Such a pain to eat. To make it worse, when I flipped mine over to better reach the thigh joint, my dad made a joke about me "flipping the bird". What I wouldn't give to actually be able to do that.
My mom's the only one who tried to make it a good day. It still sucked though.
Oh yah. Nichole, I love you more than my birthday.
posted by 3nvy at 8:54 PM
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