Crystal Ball'd
It seems that once every four or five months I make a post promising not to neglect my blog anymore and pulling excuses out of my ass like I ate a big loaf of "because of.." bread for lunch. It's weird because a new entry takes, what, five minutes to type (none of my entries are that complicated)? And it's not like I don't think a thousand thoughts a minute... I really don't have any good excuse for NOT updating my blog more frequently except that I tend to forget it exists and that it gets lost in the shuffle between email, a handful of message boards and slices of"because of" bread.
I just wonder what kind of parent I'm going to be (not that anybody I know is pregnant with my seed or anything)...
SCENE: In my house. My blog has entered it's teenage years (and seems to have taken on the traits of a girl...for some reason)
My blog (age 14): Dad?
Me: What?
My blog: Can you take me to the mall?
Me: What? (mutes television) What did you say?
My blog: Can you take me?
Me: Where?
My blog: The mall! Don't you even listen?
Me: I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you!
My blog: Well, can you take me to the mall?
Me: When?
My blog: Now?
Me: Now? Can it wait an hour?
My blog: An HOUR? All of my other friends are going to be there! Angry Chad is already at the mall!
Me: Angry who?
My blog: God, you've met him a thousand times! The guy with the neck...
Me: Oh yeah, the neck guy. Can it wait an hour?
My blog: A whole hour??? By that time they'll be ready to leave!
Me: (roll eyes) Alright...Alright! Five minutes?
My blog: Is the car unlocked?
Me: I don't know.
My blog: Can I have the keys? I'm going to wait in the car.
Me: They're on the counter.
My blog: (in the kitchen) They're not on the counter!
Me: Check by the fridge!
My blog: I AM! They're not by the fridge!
Me: Are you sure?
My blog: I don't see them...
Me: (frustrated...marching into kitchen) They were here a minute ago...
My blog: Oh and can I borrow 20 bucks?
Me: 20 bucks? What about your allowance?
My blog: I spent it at the movies, remember? I told you I did. God, you don't even LISTEN to me!
Me: I'm sorry. I FORGOT!
My blog: It's like you don't even care!
Me: If I didn't care would I be driving you to the mall? Where the HELL are my keys?
(I search my pockets and the keys are in the right. In the other room, on television, a touchdown has been scored. The announcer is freaking out like he's on fire)
Me: Oh great...they scored. Damn Gint's...
My blog: Oh my god. You can hear the TV from the other room, but you can barely pay attention to me when you're standing right in front of me.
Me: Oh, that's not true.
My blog: It SO is..
Me: I'm sorry if I was WATCHING something...I didn't realize I was going to be making a trip to the mall today.
My blog: Can I have 20 bucks?
Me: I thought it was borrow...
My blog: (whiny) Daaaddd...
Me: Here are the keys. Wait in the car.
My blog: So can I have the 20 bucks?
Me: YES! Just wait in the car...
(Five minutes later after the Giants are forced to punt)
Me: (turns off crap pop to the Giant game on the car radio) So how long are you going to be?
My blog: I don't know, just drop me off.
Me: Fine. But what time am I picking you up?
My blog: I don't know. I'll call...
Me: Because I'm not waiting up all night...
My blog: You would if the Giants were on!
Me: Well, the Giants are on NOW and I'm missing it to drive you to the mall!
My blog: You're not missing it! It's on the stupid radio right now!
Me: That's not the same.
My blog: Whatever...
Me: So what time?
My blog: I don't know. Maybe I'll just get Chad's parents to drive me home.
Me: Well, whatever, but let me know. Deal?
My blog: Okaaay...
(we pull up to the mall. I'm pissed because the Giants allowed another TD during the car ride)
My blog: There's Chad. (points to weird long necked guy)
Me: Who's that with him?
My blog: Oh, that's AB.
Me: Why's he wearing a bag on his head?
My blog: I don't know. He's cold?
Me: And what about the guy without a helmet?
My blog: That's seppo and he ALWAYS wears a helmet.
Me: He's not wearing one right now.
My blog: Can I borrow the twenty bucks or not?
Me: (hands over 20 bucks)
My blog: Thanks...bye.
Me: Call me! I don't want to stay up all night!
(My blog joins it's friends at the entrance to the mall. I drive back to catch the rest of the game)
Me: What a neck on that guy...
END SCENE