6 posts tagged “mom”
I was just 'talked to' by my mom for my behavior.
According to mother, as in the case with my uncle Jeff, I need to learn to swallow the bullshit that my relatives serve for dinner.
I still say "fuck that." Sure... I love them for raising me into the youngster I was, but they are in no way responsible for raising me into the ?man? I have become and I don't think I owe them the respect they feel they deserve.
If it comes down to 'walking on eggshells' around me, then fine. They are the only people I know who feel that way, therefore it's their own fucking problem. None of my friends, coworkers, classmates, select relatives feel like they need to watch what they say around me.
I don't feel like I need to watch what I say around my family, save sailor talk, nor do I feel like I should. They have no problem running their damn mouths, why should I?
Lucky me, I've got connections at REI and was able to get a new pair of hiking boots for 30% off their marked price. Originally $150, I got em for $105... sweeeet. It's been a few years since I've gotten a pair, so I was over due since all my camping and hikes have been in tennis shoes or Chuck Taylors.
They're made by Vasque, have good ankle support, good braking system, and are waterproof with a ventilation system. Ankle support and braking are important, I need all the help I can get to avoid hurting myself. Graceful has never been used to describe me... ever.
I broke them in a little bit today with my mom. We hiked up Rock Mountain since she's never hiked it. Good fun. Learned a bit about the family, like the holier-than-thou attitude of my dad's mother, how emotionally cold that side of the family could be (apparently there was a bit of tension between the Bishops and Priests. The Bishops thought that the Priests talked too much, were a lower caste, and weren't proper enough). Honestly, even as a kid when I was around both sides, the Priest side was the side that had fun, smiled and played, was more affectionate and were warmer people to be with. The Bishops were boring.
Anyway, it was a lot of fun today. Now I'm going to sit on my ass. read a book. play guitar. and then some GTA IV... yeeeeeeeah.
There are times when I just don’t understand my parents… especially my mom. Today’s been my day off where I can just sit back and do whatever I want… a nice change from the typical day off filled with obligation and hours of driving from Escondido to Fallbrook to Temecula to Oceanside to Carlsbad… wherever my errands take me. I had yesterday off as well but I had a lot of shit to take care of (Taking the car in, helping dad move my sister’s couch, talk to the manager of Temecula’s Trader Joes, meet up with Chris about the non-profit…) I was in four cities within a matter of 3 hours. Having a day filled with such excitement yesterday I was looking forward to a relatively easy day today. Morgan needed to be moved up to Long Beach, but other than that, I had no plans. I found out this morning that they weren’t going to leave Fallbrook for LBC until four. Apparently my brother had a water polo game today in San Diego that my parents went to watch so they wouldn’t be able to leave until late. I had made plans with Max on Wednesday to work on some pieces tonight so I won’t be able to help move Morgan.
The point comes to this… as I was eating some lunch and my parents returned with Garret my mom starts ranting about the dishes in the sink and gets mad at me… little did she realize that none of the dishes were from me. I know I initiated the argument but I fucking hate it when I’m blamed for something that didn’t involve me. Then the argument turned into this whole rhetorical pile of bullshit about how us kids never do any of the dishes or put anything away in the kitchen. My mom explained herself and my dad as slaves to the kitchen. Perhaps she’d forgotten that whenever I’m home eating dinner with the family, I clear everyone’s plates in a server’s fashion and do the dishes. I ended up getting pissed and grabbed my guitar and went downstairs to remove myself from the situation. Of course my mom follows shortly after to ‘discuss’ with me whatever she’s been jarring against me. Her frustrations go like this…
- I’m always sacrificing family time for friends
- I never do my part of the house work
- I don’t ever see myself as I really am
- I’m too much like my uncle
- I need to get my priorities in life straight
I was on the verge of screaming but my bleeding tongue kept me quiet. I realize that there are times when I do things with my friends instead of family. I also realize that I’m not the one behind the lawn mower or the vacuum. Her last three points of interest made me want to explode… NEVER EVER relate me to my uncle in personality. I love the guy but he is an arrogant shit-head sometimes who puts his own wants in front of everyone else’s. Even then… so fucking what? He has his own life that he is trying to lead as best he can. He’s not hurting anyone in the process so they should just lay off. Then, doesn’t everyone see themselves in their own self-righteous light? Even in the most miniscule ways? Of course I’m not going to sit there sulking and criticizing myself in all of my faults. I recognize them and do my best to change them as I live my life… anyway…
My mom has this – talent? – in cooling off REALLY quickly after an argument. Maybe it’s because she heats up just as fast. It takes some aggravation for me to get truly pissed and when I do get there, it takes some time for me to relax. Now I just wait.
Apparently one of my house sitting clients is an absolute cunt. I wish my mother had let me in on that little piece of information before I got my entire summer FUCKED because that bitch cancelled out on me days before I was supposed to sit for her. An entire third of my summer was dedicated to house sitting for her, split over the end of June and the beginning of August.
She called me yesterday complaining about money issues and how hard it would be for her and her husband to pay my full price ($30 a night with two dogs), especially since she is flying out to S. Carolina, and she asked if $100 a week would be okay. I told her whatever works cuz I felt bad that she's struggling and that it wouldn't be a problem. I told my mom and she flipped out about it.
It seems as though my client, my mom's coworker, tries to weasel her way out of paying for anything all the time. Come to find out, her husband is a practicing Military Doctor working on a promotion to Seargent, they have a couple of houses, her 'oh-so-expensive' flights don't actually cost her anythign because of her husband's affiliation, and during the school year (my client and my mom are teachers) she takes her dogs to a 'doggie-day-care' that costs around $40 a day! I was almost disgusted that I was being so taken advantage of but kinda brushed it off because I figure $400 to live five minutes away from work in a pretty sick pad was worth it.
My mom pushed and basically told me to call her or she will. An already long story shortened, my client cancelled out on the entire job.
I'm pissed at the cunt for dropping me but I'm half pissed at my mom for pushing the matter so much. So instad of the discounted $400 I'm getting $jackshit and zero cents.
Fuuuuck. Why??
Mammoth was sweet. Foot of powder fell the night before and there wasn't a soul on the hill. No lines, no bunnies sitting in the middle of the slopes, and no dickheads riding around like assholes.
Here's some pictures:
The Canyon Lodge. Mammoth is fucking huge. They have like two or three lodges for one resort.
Me and Mom. Our 'before the hill' pictures. I was told I look like a Colombian Cocaine Guerilla with my bandana up and my camoflauge boarding pants on.
The scenery going home. I think the structures are an old prison out in the middle of nowhere off the 395, but I'm not positive.
One phonecall to 1(888) SNOWRPT revealed this:
Tuesday, March 27 on Mammoth Mountain:
12 inches of new snow with more coming as the day progresses and the storm will be gone by tomorrow.
At the main lodge the temperature is 22 degrees Ferenheit with moderate winds with a 4-6 foot of base.
Fuck yes!
I'm headed for the hills today with my mom and hittin the slopes tomorrow morning. Perfect conditions with fresh pow and groomed runs... this will be goooooood.
Cheers!
Adam
