Talking Boxes

Saturday, December 24th, 2005 | Uncategorized

Third night in a row to have to go to Jefferson County. Oh well.

Hmm, I suppose I should burn some meaningful cd’s/dvd’s to give to my dad/uncle and buy some chocolates for my grandmother on the way there….

Hey, how convenient! A dollar store in Lake Mills that is directly on my route to my destination was open. So I really will have presents for everybody. Oh, they have tiny fake plants… I will throw one of those in for good measure, and 100 bows for $1, hmm I only need 3…. Ok I will buy it and donate the open bag to the dollar store checkout so they can give them to other last minuite shoppers…. (Alright, back to speaking to my blog instead of relaying my delayed thoughts… )

So we have dinner, this year my grandmother decided that that she would make meatballs etc… Well we all like her meatballs, except she decided NOT to make her own recipe, but rather to make some other old lady’s recipe. Needless to say they were not as good, but not bad either I suppose.

Well after dinner I left the table and everybody else kept talking about “old times”. Actually if I had to term it, it would actually be considered “reminiscing about worse Christmas dinners than the one we were having”!!!!!!!

So after listening to that for a long time finally my Father and Uncle came into the living room and sat down. Now ever since my father had arrived, ALL he was talking about was how great he was for working so hard at moving, and unpacking. How he had hardly any sleep and what a pain in his ass it was to move.

I guess I am kind of used to this, in a manner I guess I would say that I am the same. I want to have people recognize me when I have done something cool. However I know my limit, I know when people start looking away and rolling their eyes and trying to start their own conversations that it has already gone to far.

Well after supper I guess we got to the climax of his story. The reason why he had needed so spend the previous couple hours playing the “oh poor me game”. He told us that the boxes and appliances had been talking to him.

Now to a normal person this would be a joke being told, but remember….. My father hears messages from God on radio stations (the ones with just static). He started by saying they were talking to him, and my uncle asked what they were saying.

Sadly I am so used to tuning him out that I don’t remember exactly what his response was but it was quite detailed. The boxes were all tormenting him, but different appliances were telling him different things.

I left there as quick as I could using a text message from my sister as an excuse to leave. Of course I didn’t tell them it was from my sister as that would upset them since my grandmother not-so-secretly thinks that she is trying to destroy the family by not talking to my crazy father.

He is alright in quanity but I have already seen/talked to him to much this month. I have a limit of once a month and due to helping him move I have broken that, so my tollerance is lowered.

I went to my sisters place and made some expensive, but tasty hot-chocolate and we were going to watch some movie she had gotten from her netflix list. I forget the title of the movie… it was either “worst movie ever”, “complete waste of your time and lifeforce”, or “please drown me in a glass of wine ASAP”.

I suppose whichever movie title it was it was really sucky. I mean I always watch movies from start to finish, but this one I couldn’t quite take, so I started fast forwarding in 20x. I mean I was going to finish the movie if it killed me, but I didn’t want it to kill me so I figured it would be ok in high speed.

Sadly the high speed wasn’t fast enough as I was busy bitching about how her 20x speed was not fast enough, but none the less we finished the whole movie and understood all that had happened during the fast forwarding.

Having taken all the torture I could endure for the holiday season already tonight I decided to call it a night and went home.

               

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