Sunday, April 24, 2005

Interesting* things I learned from my sis...

1 - Apparently the reason I do not want another car is because I'm afraid of driving. This is according to my mother. It apparently has nothing to do with the $100.00 I'd spend just parking a car. The probably over $300.00 I'd pay in car payments because if I'm purchasing another car, I'm going hybrid. I used to pay $70.00 roughly in car insurance, so we'll pretend that'll be the rate (although used car that is financed we all know the cost would be much higher). And we'll just go with one tank of gas because I rarely need to drive anywhere so we have, roughly $505/month so that I could own my own car. Now we'll pretend like I drive 20 hours a month... although I'm fairly certain I wouldn't. That would be $25.00/hr in expenses. That's more than I make in an hour! So yeah, I'm sure my fear of driving post the brake failure incident is the REAL reason I don't own a car.

2 - My mother thinks I need a pull out sofa. If I had one they would have a place to sleep. And they could come visit. Let's pretend for a minute that my apartment is not the tiniest tiny that ever did tiny, and that three adults in this apartment wouldn't drive me to alcoholism... Oh wait I can't pretend that... I've told them they'd have to get a hotel. There is not enough space in this apartment for 3 grown (especially with 2 fat) adults. Hell, there'd be nowhere for me to hide. Plus all the quirks like the bedroom and bathroom doors that don't shut correctly.

3 - They're really worried about making things 'fair' for me and my sister. They help her out financially more than me. They visit her more than me. This causes them anxiety apparently. My dad more than my mom. I'm surprised by this, mostly because I actually don't feel slighted or that Amanda is the favorite. I mean she is my mom's favorite but I don't believe that based on their visitation of her or their fiscal contributions to her life. This is why every holiday we have to go through this 'big present' deal, which makes me crazy. I really would rather they donate money to a charity or something. Apparently, I'll be getting a gift card to a sofa store. Just what I need. I think I'm more surprised that my father is so anxious about the fairness. I think he fears that I'll be all bitter like she is when I'm older about how my sisters got everything. I'd much rather, though, they'd feign interest in my life rather than try to buy me. Plus, everytime my mother contributes money to something I have to hear about it later. When she gave me the money for my birthday to finish off buying Jakob, I heard about it for months after. It just costs too much, and makes it totally not worth it.

4 - This one I feel bad about. My father was disappointed and a little unhappy I didn't visit them at Christmas when I went to Michelle's instead. Of course, I had already bought the ticket to California when he suggested it. So I don't know what they wanted me to do.

*Interesting, or crazy. You can decide. :)

5 comments:

Cindy-Lou said...

If you can get along without a car, why is it even an issue? Hey, here's a crazy idea, use your gift card to buy a sofabed! Yay!

Peeved Michelle said...

I am with your mom on #2. I would really appreciate it if you would use the gift card to get a sofa bed :) They have smallish ones that would fit in your living room.

Re #3: That is how all parents are; normal ones just don't tell you about it.

Re #4: My house is way more fun: no guilt, no clutter, no crazy mother foisting random stuff on you.

Kate the Peon said...

Ah, family. You love 'em, but you can't stand 'em. At least know you're not alone...

Joanne said...

They haven't actually sent one yet... that's just the rumor from my sis. Except I like my sofa and chair. And I don't want every inch taken up by furniture in my apartment... AND if I manage to avoid buying one, it is still a reason they won't visit. Why would I screw up that good thing?! :)

Peeved Michelle said...

First of all, I know where your present love seat and chair came from and it is time to say good-bye to them. Secondly, you really think a sofa bed is going to get them to come visit? They aren't coming to visit until a week before you move with me to Malaysia once I settle the estate of my dearly departed husband and finish finding good homes for the dogs.