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Jul. 6th, 2003 04:45 pmMy sister and her boyfriend left earlier this morning. They stayed with me this weekend, so they could attend the wedding of two of Laura's friends from college. They left early so they could hand out with my Dad. Laura wanted to meet up with Dad when Mom wouldn't be around...and that means when Mom's at church.
Mom's actually going to Dallas in a couple of weeks, when I'll be in Chicago, to go to a wedding of some friends of the family. I would have liked to go to Seth's wedding. I baby sat him and his brothers several times when they were growing up. I didn't want to have to cut my Chicago trip short and then have to immediately drive to Dallas to do it, besides, I don't want to have to explain to Mom why I'm staying at Chris' (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oakleycub) instead of with Laura when I'm in Dallas.
Telling Mom is still looking like a long-term thing. The other night, when were were out having dinner Mom was talking about the parade they gave downtown for the NCAA collegiate baseball champion Rice Owls and the AHL (minor-league hockey) Houston Aeros who won the Calder Cup. I mentioned that it was strange that they put the two together in one parade, and stranger still that it was on a Thursday afternoon. Mom piped in with, "Well they certainly couldn't do anything that would mess with that Pride Parade." (Negative emphasis hers.)
I certainly wanted to know what my Dad thought about that, but didn't dare say anything more that, "They have it every year, Mom." A braver me might have added that I was there.
Later that night I wanted to tell Dad that I had found someone that I was interested in, and that we had started dating. I had wished that chris could have stayed for dinner, but in a way, that might have been way to awkward, having to come up with some lie for Mom, and having Dad looking at him funny all evening.
Once I got them back to their house, Dad sat down and started watching television. Mom was running around asking me twenty questions as she always does. Twenty clueless questions. About the only thing she knows about are my job and my fraternity. She also tries to talk sports with me. To her, the whole Chicago trip is about seeing baseball, which there is a little bit of that element. She was hovering around me, and I couldn't get my Dad to leave the chair.
I left without telling Dad, just to get away from Mom.
That's a long tale to tell and not get where I was going. Call me Mr. Tangent.
Really, I was going to say that I was a bit of a bad host. I wasn't feeling that well this weekend, a bit of a stomach ache and a feeling that I wanted to be alone...but I didn't want to be alone, you know?
I was constantly thinking about Chris, and the slew of missed calls between the two of us. He was having a good time in Mississippi, and I was at home. We finally caught up a couple of minutes ago before his phone crapped out somewhere in Louisiana.
So with my sister and Ed we saw Finding Nemo on Friday. A fantastic movie. Otherwise, I hung around the house much of the weekend. I even went over to the pool a couple of times. The best thing about Running Rats Acres are the pools. Nice big pools. I guess everyone was gone this weekend, as both times I went, there was no one there. Normally I swim with a shirt on, too modest to show off the large, white, hairy expanse of my torso to the world. I was bold enough to take the shirt off on Saturday, and then again today. I swum a few laps and floated, since I can, lazily in the pool. My ears are going to pay for it, though.
I think part of it was staying away from Ed. A little Ed goes a long way. Ed is essentially me, only heterosexual. I've come to learn this. We have several similar mannerisms and several of the same faults. Ed's really an nice guy, and he means well, but he gets on my nerves quickly. I'd never want to tell my sister this. They're both pretty happy together, and she's dating him. I don't have to approve of who she dates. Besides, he's not that bad, I approved of him years ago. Someone just needs to tell him that he doesn't have to try so hard anymore.
So what did I do with my sister, we watched movies. Happy, Texas, Best in Show, Blood Simple, Serendipity. Netflix will get the last three of these back now. We went out to eat a couple of times. I had an invitation to meet Houston Dave over at the Ripcord last night, but I declined, I just didn't feel well.
I'm so boring.
I was worried because Laura and Ed came in like a tornado. They brought a blow up mattress and all sorts of stuff and horned their way into my tiny bathroom, and took over the kitchen. Still, they cleaned up well this morning, and most things are back to decidedly, boringly, normal.
There's more happening in the next few weeks, travel and fun, perhaps I needed to stand still for a little bit before the whirlwind starts. Here's to it.
Mom's actually going to Dallas in a couple of weeks, when I'll be in Chicago, to go to a wedding of some friends of the family. I would have liked to go to Seth's wedding. I baby sat him and his brothers several times when they were growing up. I didn't want to have to cut my Chicago trip short and then have to immediately drive to Dallas to do it, besides, I don't want to have to explain to Mom why I'm staying at Chris' (
oakleycub) instead of with Laura when I'm in Dallas.Telling Mom is still looking like a long-term thing. The other night, when were were out having dinner Mom was talking about the parade they gave downtown for the NCAA collegiate baseball champion Rice Owls and the AHL (minor-league hockey) Houston Aeros who won the Calder Cup. I mentioned that it was strange that they put the two together in one parade, and stranger still that it was on a Thursday afternoon. Mom piped in with, "Well they certainly couldn't do anything that would mess with that Pride Parade." (Negative emphasis hers.)
I certainly wanted to know what my Dad thought about that, but didn't dare say anything more that, "They have it every year, Mom." A braver me might have added that I was there.
Later that night I wanted to tell Dad that I had found someone that I was interested in, and that we had started dating. I had wished that chris could have stayed for dinner, but in a way, that might have been way to awkward, having to come up with some lie for Mom, and having Dad looking at him funny all evening.
Once I got them back to their house, Dad sat down and started watching television. Mom was running around asking me twenty questions as she always does. Twenty clueless questions. About the only thing she knows about are my job and my fraternity. She also tries to talk sports with me. To her, the whole Chicago trip is about seeing baseball, which there is a little bit of that element. She was hovering around me, and I couldn't get my Dad to leave the chair.
I left without telling Dad, just to get away from Mom.
That's a long tale to tell and not get where I was going. Call me Mr. Tangent.
Really, I was going to say that I was a bit of a bad host. I wasn't feeling that well this weekend, a bit of a stomach ache and a feeling that I wanted to be alone...but I didn't want to be alone, you know?
I was constantly thinking about Chris, and the slew of missed calls between the two of us. He was having a good time in Mississippi, and I was at home. We finally caught up a couple of minutes ago before his phone crapped out somewhere in Louisiana.
So with my sister and Ed we saw Finding Nemo on Friday. A fantastic movie. Otherwise, I hung around the house much of the weekend. I even went over to the pool a couple of times. The best thing about Running Rats Acres are the pools. Nice big pools. I guess everyone was gone this weekend, as both times I went, there was no one there. Normally I swim with a shirt on, too modest to show off the large, white, hairy expanse of my torso to the world. I was bold enough to take the shirt off on Saturday, and then again today. I swum a few laps and floated, since I can, lazily in the pool. My ears are going to pay for it, though.
I think part of it was staying away from Ed. A little Ed goes a long way. Ed is essentially me, only heterosexual. I've come to learn this. We have several similar mannerisms and several of the same faults. Ed's really an nice guy, and he means well, but he gets on my nerves quickly. I'd never want to tell my sister this. They're both pretty happy together, and she's dating him. I don't have to approve of who she dates. Besides, he's not that bad, I approved of him years ago. Someone just needs to tell him that he doesn't have to try so hard anymore.
So what did I do with my sister, we watched movies. Happy, Texas, Best in Show, Blood Simple, Serendipity. Netflix will get the last three of these back now. We went out to eat a couple of times. I had an invitation to meet Houston Dave over at the Ripcord last night, but I declined, I just didn't feel well.
I'm so boring.
I was worried because Laura and Ed came in like a tornado. They brought a blow up mattress and all sorts of stuff and horned their way into my tiny bathroom, and took over the kitchen. Still, they cleaned up well this morning, and most things are back to decidedly, boringly, normal.
There's more happening in the next few weeks, travel and fun, perhaps I needed to stand still for a little bit before the whirlwind starts. Here's to it.
