Let me splain', no, that take too long, let me sum up.
tee hee, OK I am better now.
Went to dinner with Jeff's Aunt and Uncle on friday night. Don't know if they know quite what to think of me yet, and I have good table manners and I covered the tats and took out the piercings. I was quiet. I wanted to sumup the type of people they were and then do my decision making and decide how much of myself I wanted to be. Honestly I think it went ok, but next time I am wearing a tank top and leaving all the jewelery in. So there! pbblt! Then, on the way home, Jeff told his momma that he was thinking of marrying me. HE TOLD HIS MOMMA. I was sitting there with my jaw on the floor and my eyes bugging out and she's like "O.K." all nonchalant and shit. So I start trying to sell her on the idea, "Well, we've only just talked about it and nothings set in stone.." and she's just like OK... and so I just gave up and told her that her opinion in the subject mattered to us and she said that it would be fine with her... more or less. I was really freaking out at this point, but I left it alone at that point and then when we left I got a HUGE hug from her. It was like, phew!!! I have real issues with how people view me and the mother of the guy I am dating is rather important to me... So it was nice to see that she approves... at least on the outside ;)
So that was my excitation until Saturday when Jeff wakes me up and after some puttering (Nesting as the rok calls it) we decide it is time to look at some new TVs, as our's went Poof be gone. So we go to Best Buy and I am not going to get in to it, but we spent roughly 4 hours there. We decided on a TV, went to talk to them about it and they tell us it is not in stock. So we went to Circuit City and got some basic info and found out their warranty was 170 bucks more and went back to Best Buy. A couple more hours at Best Buy we decide on a 60 inch LCD flat screen, we go to get financed and they tell us they will only give us a line of credit up to 2600 bucks. Well that screws our chances of getting the one we want. So we spend another hour deciding on another one. This one is a 51 inch Sony widescreen flatscreen and it's got good picture quality and once again we find out it is not available. So at this point my blood pressure has gone through the roof. I walked out the door and stood there breathing heavily until Jeff finally calmed me down. Oh, and this is all after two cigarettes. Two, all day, I mean. It's like 7:30pm at this point. We decided to go back to Circuit City, we found the 51 inch Sony and they had it in stock so we go to get financing and we get a 3000 dollar limit at this store. So we bought the freaking thing and brought it home...all so we could watch Carnivale on Sunday night...
It's too big. We are sitting there with our heads pressed as far back into the couch as possible. We have to move the couch back so that we don't get sucked into our sweet receiver. Video games have taken on a whole new polymorphic effect. It's fookin great. Like being in a damn theater.
You guys should come over!
So that was my weekend. I guess my dad called saturday and mom told him that Jeff and I had borrowed the truck to go shopping for a TV but that she hadn't heard from us in 6 hours. Dad said "Of course!! They are shopping for a TV" Like doi. We are never buying another one.
So I think I am going to get back to work... oh but one more thing...
The alarm clock made me cry this morning. No freaking joke. I had been woken up at 5 am by the cat and Jeff and the kitten. The cat HURLED all over my carpet and there was nothing I could do to stop him. Just watch and wait essentially. So Jeff comes in to clean it up and uses this Woolite pet stain shit we have, but it gives me a terrible headache and he is scrubbing the carpet and the light it on and it's loud in there. So I give up the sleeping ghost and go sit in the front room, trying to snooze in the recliner. Of course they all come traipsing out there about 5 minutes later and Jeff is in the kitchen and so sleep is impossible in the easy chair. I ended up back in bed dealing with the Woolite puke smell. So to make a long story even longer, at 6:30 it goes off for me, and I reach over to hit the 7 inch long Snooze button, but I hit the itty bitty teensy weensy sleep button instead. I know now that my snooze options have been blown to smithereens. Once you hit snooze now, it will turn the whole thing off and get ready for tomorrow. I started to cry. It was the straw that broke the camel's back this morning. All I wanted was 9 more minutes of gentle wake up time. But no.
I seem to be in a surprisingly good mood now though. I wonder when I will explode...