Don't like
Nov. 24th, 2005 08:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xansPumpkin pie: yep, still don't like it. Tried it for the first time in years as a sort of "just checking" and there was a lovely huge piece of pastry for my piece, and it was made by Eileen rather than dad. Figured it would be polite to eat it. But admitted I don't care for the pie. The cookies and cream ice cream was vair nice though.
Brandy: ughhhhhh *shudders* Never had it before. Nope, don't like it.
Today was not dad's day.
We went to the bank today, because the fucktard clerk who served me on Friday when I deposited his Christmas check from Gma and Gpa McFarland totally fucked up. For one thing, she told me that I could no deposit my check into my dad's account (which I need to do, because my account is overdrafted at the mo and I need to fix that up). For another, she deposited dad's check into the wrong account. Wrong, as in, not his. So we talked to this guy there, and he fixed up with dad's money, and looked to see IF I could deposit my check into his account--I could, I just had to write on the check to deposit in his account along with my endorsement.
And that was okay. Although we had to deal with a couple shitty drivers on the way there. And dad was pissed because his bottle of ink for his quill pen had disappeared. Couldn't find it anywhere. Not in the house, not left at the course place he's been at. No sign.
So, we get to Chartwell and get a new bottle of ink. If I suddenly find myself up $200 I'd love to buy him a new printer/copier/scanner--the current printer has utterly died. No surprises as it's at least five, no, six years old. But yeah, that's just a secret desire. Anyway, over to the mall to look in the hardware store at curtain rings. Thing was, dad was sure the rings they had in the style he needed were too small, so he didn't get them. When we got back, we learned they'd been the same size as the four he already had here.
But yeah, got back, and I open the door of the van and look down to be sure of my footing when I get out. Guess what I see lying in the dirt? Yeah, uh-huh, the missing ink bottle. Oh, how I laughed and laughed. Dad, he saw, and rolled his eyes in the "that's just typical" fashion... said that yes, it was funny, but he couldn't laugh right now.
We weren't home more than two or three minutes, and Suzy showed up. She was getting dinner in order and all, and then Eileen showed up with one of her pumpkin pies. It is, after all, Thanksgiving--even though I'm the only American of the household. Dad's not got American citizenship anymore. He's gone Kiwi. But yeah, it was celebrating both Thanksgiving and the fact Dad's citizenship papers went through finally. I really impressed them when I got up and made coffee for Dad and Eileen, and got a glass of apple juice for Suzy--without any motivation for myself (I wasn't thirsty, I was just being the good hostess) and I hid in the kitchen washing the dishes and being a total Domestic Goddess. No wonder dad said, "We'll keep you on." (I neglected to mention how many times Gary has said that when I've been a good little helpful daughter--Dad would not appreciate the comparison)
I was very good, and resisted going on the computer until almost 7:30 or so--only to discover when dad and I left this afternoon not only had he left the computer on, he'd left the internet connection on. There were no messages or anything though, so that's all right.
I hope LJ gets it all sorted and starts sending email notifications right. It's confusing to get maybe half of the notifications and find 'extra' comments on an entry. It makes me wonder if there are any replies or comments I'm completely missing because I don't even know where to check.
*laughs* Eileen just coughed. Lin is in the kitchen, making stir fry like he usually does. And what is part of the stir fry? Chile. It makes the eyes water a little, and often makes us cough, too. They're waiting for it to hit me. Poor Eileen is asthmatic though so no wonder it's affecting her.
*coughs* There we go!
Fin.
Brandy: ughhhhhh *shudders* Never had it before. Nope, don't like it.
Today was not dad's day.
We went to the bank today, because the fucktard clerk who served me on Friday when I deposited his Christmas check from Gma and Gpa McFarland totally fucked up. For one thing, she told me that I could no deposit my check into my dad's account (which I need to do, because my account is overdrafted at the mo and I need to fix that up). For another, she deposited dad's check into the wrong account. Wrong, as in, not his. So we talked to this guy there, and he fixed up with dad's money, and looked to see IF I could deposit my check into his account--I could, I just had to write on the check to deposit in his account along with my endorsement.
And that was okay. Although we had to deal with a couple shitty drivers on the way there. And dad was pissed because his bottle of ink for his quill pen had disappeared. Couldn't find it anywhere. Not in the house, not left at the course place he's been at. No sign.
So, we get to Chartwell and get a new bottle of ink. If I suddenly find myself up $200 I'd love to buy him a new printer/copier/scanner--the current printer has utterly died. No surprises as it's at least five, no, six years old. But yeah, that's just a secret desire. Anyway, over to the mall to look in the hardware store at curtain rings. Thing was, dad was sure the rings they had in the style he needed were too small, so he didn't get them. When we got back, we learned they'd been the same size as the four he already had here.
But yeah, got back, and I open the door of the van and look down to be sure of my footing when I get out. Guess what I see lying in the dirt? Yeah, uh-huh, the missing ink bottle. Oh, how I laughed and laughed. Dad, he saw, and rolled his eyes in the "that's just typical" fashion... said that yes, it was funny, but he couldn't laugh right now.
We weren't home more than two or three minutes, and Suzy showed up. She was getting dinner in order and all, and then Eileen showed up with one of her pumpkin pies. It is, after all, Thanksgiving--even though I'm the only American of the household. Dad's not got American citizenship anymore. He's gone Kiwi. But yeah, it was celebrating both Thanksgiving and the fact Dad's citizenship papers went through finally. I really impressed them when I got up and made coffee for Dad and Eileen, and got a glass of apple juice for Suzy--without any motivation for myself (I wasn't thirsty, I was just being the good hostess) and I hid in the kitchen washing the dishes and being a total Domestic Goddess. No wonder dad said, "We'll keep you on." (I neglected to mention how many times Gary has said that when I've been a good little helpful daughter--Dad would not appreciate the comparison)
I was very good, and resisted going on the computer until almost 7:30 or so--only to discover when dad and I left this afternoon not only had he left the computer on, he'd left the internet connection on. There were no messages or anything though, so that's all right.
I hope LJ gets it all sorted and starts sending email notifications right. It's confusing to get maybe half of the notifications and find 'extra' comments on an entry. It makes me wonder if there are any replies or comments I'm completely missing because I don't even know where to check.
*laughs* Eileen just coughed. Lin is in the kitchen, making stir fry like he usually does. And what is part of the stir fry? Chile. It makes the eyes water a little, and often makes us cough, too. They're waiting for it to hit me. Poor Eileen is asthmatic though so no wonder it's affecting her.
*coughs* There we go!
Fin.
