Was There Ever Really Any Doubt??
So, for the past 3 months or so I have been telling my father that all I want for christmas from him is an iPod. Now, for those of you who are thinking "Oh, thats all she wants??",
Last year my dad "didn't have any extra money" so he gave me a stolen umbrella from his job and my brother a playboy bunny pool stick. This year, was supposed to be different.
See, about 4 months ago I mentioned to my dad that I would like an iPod for Christmas. I gave him FOUR MONTHS to save up, blow that, then save up again, blow that on beer, and then save up one more time to actually purchase the damn thing. I had faith (why, I'll never know).
About one week ago I received a call from my dad asking me if I was sure I wanted the iPod for christmas. I questioned him wondering why..and figured that he didn't buy it and was looking for a lame way out. Well, it apparently wasn't the case. He was just making sure that I wanted it b/c he had bought it and didn't want to return it if I didn't like it. I told him I was sure. See, I was afraid that if he returned it, and got his $300 back, I would end up having another umbrella christmas b/c he spent it all on god knows what.
But I had received the call saying he had it in his possession, but until it was in MY possession I STILL wasn't holding my breath. I was feeling pretty optimistic. (stupidstupidstupid)
I get a phone call this morning saying:
Dad: "Honey, I just wanted to let you know that...Well...I don't know what happened. For some reason, every time it's Christmas-time I never have any money it seems. And well, I never got a chance to get yours or devin's (my brother) iPod. I am so embarrassed, and upset, and depressed, I don't even want to see you guys on christmas. This is terrible. The holidays just really get to me."
Me: "whatever. no big deal."
Dad: "Well, I was just going to lie to you and tell you they got stolen out of my car, but...I really just decided to be honest." (Gee! Thanks dad! Way to set an example!)
Me: "Well, ok, whatever. It's really not a big deal."
So I get off the phone and tell Luke what happened. He told me to call him back saying that I had presents for him and would still like to at least see him to give them to him.
I called back no more than 2 minutes after I hung up the phone with my dad and...i got sent to voicemail. I left a message saying something along the lines of "hey dad, just wanted to let you know that if you aren't having too big of a pity party tonight or tomorrow I'd like to at least give you the presents I got for you b/c I'm not going to leave them under my tree while you sit and pretend to feel sorry for yourself. So, call me back and let me know what you want me to do. B/c I can just leave them on your doorstep if you're really that upset."
he TEXT messaged me saying, "I'll be over mom's tomorrow morning. bring then."
I really am not bummed or upset over this whatsoever. I just find this highly amusing. Everytime there is a glimmering hope that he can just not be a loser for one day, he does something ridicuously retarded. It's depressing.
And in other news, my mom's boyfriend is actually 27, and not 29 as was previously reported. So instead of him being 8 years older than me, he's 6.
MY significant-whatever-he-is is 31! MY boyfriend is older than HER boyfriend!
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And for those of you who read this drivel and do not know me personally - I want you to know that I am an educated 21 year old who does NOT live in a trailer park and does NOT watch jerry springer - even though that story just made it seem like it.
And oh yeah, Merry Effing Christmas.
Last year my dad "didn't have any extra money" so he gave me a stolen umbrella from his job and my brother a playboy bunny pool stick. This year, was supposed to be different.
See, about 4 months ago I mentioned to my dad that I would like an iPod for Christmas. I gave him FOUR MONTHS to save up, blow that, then save up again, blow that on beer, and then save up one more time to actually purchase the damn thing. I had faith (why, I'll never know).
About one week ago I received a call from my dad asking me if I was sure I wanted the iPod for christmas. I questioned him wondering why..and figured that he didn't buy it and was looking for a lame way out. Well, it apparently wasn't the case. He was just making sure that I wanted it b/c he had bought it and didn't want to return it if I didn't like it. I told him I was sure. See, I was afraid that if he returned it, and got his $300 back, I would end up having another umbrella christmas b/c he spent it all on god knows what.
But I had received the call saying he had it in his possession, but until it was in MY possession I STILL wasn't holding my breath. I was feeling pretty optimistic. (stupidstupidstupid)
I get a phone call this morning saying:
Dad: "Honey, I just wanted to let you know that...Well...I don't know what happened. For some reason, every time it's Christmas-time I never have any money it seems. And well, I never got a chance to get yours or devin's (my brother) iPod. I am so embarrassed, and upset, and depressed, I don't even want to see you guys on christmas. This is terrible. The holidays just really get to me."
Me: "whatever. no big deal."
Dad: "Well, I was just going to lie to you and tell you they got stolen out of my car, but...I really just decided to be honest." (Gee! Thanks dad! Way to set an example!)
Me: "Well, ok, whatever. It's really not a big deal."
So I get off the phone and tell Luke what happened. He told me to call him back saying that I had presents for him and would still like to at least see him to give them to him.
I called back no more than 2 minutes after I hung up the phone with my dad and...i got sent to voicemail. I left a message saying something along the lines of "hey dad, just wanted to let you know that if you aren't having too big of a pity party tonight or tomorrow I'd like to at least give you the presents I got for you b/c I'm not going to leave them under my tree while you sit and pretend to feel sorry for yourself. So, call me back and let me know what you want me to do. B/c I can just leave them on your doorstep if you're really that upset."
he TEXT messaged me saying, "I'll be over mom's tomorrow morning. bring then."
I really am not bummed or upset over this whatsoever. I just find this highly amusing. Everytime there is a glimmering hope that he can just not be a loser for one day, he does something ridicuously retarded. It's depressing.
And in other news, my mom's boyfriend is actually 27, and not 29 as was previously reported. So instead of him being 8 years older than me, he's 6.
MY significant-whatever-he-is is 31! MY boyfriend is older than HER boyfriend!
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And for those of you who read this drivel and do not know me personally - I want you to know that I am an educated 21 year old who does NOT live in a trailer park and does NOT watch jerry springer - even though that story just made it seem like it.
And oh yeah, Merry Effing Christmas.