4.20.2014

currying favor

This is something I've been meaning to get to, but didn't because of all the family stuff. The biking has only helped me deal with it so much. I needed another outlet so the brain dumps here was another outlet. Sorry again for taking things off track (oh, there I go again with the idioms).

I forgot today is Easter Sunday so battery-palooza is off since the places I need to go to are closed. Monday it is!

So about three or four months ago I was on one of my small house/living video binges and stumbled across, what I thought was, a phenomenal documentary. The name is "Welcome to India" and was put out by the BBC in 2012. I checked and it's still available on Youtube in the original three parts. Sacha Dhawan narrates it and for those who don't know. He played the character Manmeet in the short lived TV show Outsourced as well as various movies and TV shows. 

The people and their stories are heartwarming despite how dire their circumstances might seem. India is way ahead of us where overpopulation and limited space are concerned. The resourcefulness of the people there goes well beyond what I've had to imagine towards simply earning a living on a daily basis.

I hope you enjoy the documentary as much as I did, and take away something special. It's worth it!

4.19.2014

teardrop

Thursday morning, after breakfast, I packed up and hauled off all the dried goods to my travel trailer. I spent most of the morning there doing spot checks and making sure everything was in good working order. Once I was satisfied I proceeded to my next task of shifting funds around. I was expecting it to take longer since the last bank took almost three weeks to process my request. My credit union (where the funds are now) said they can turn this around in a 24 hour period. The only thing I'm left waiting for is the renewal tags on my truck to arrive. I hope they get here sooner than later.

I also made a few calls to the town where I'll be staying. No better way to get a lay of the land than from the locals. Also made sure they carry Bridgie's brand of food, which they do.

The battery in my truck is starting to die out and will need to be replaced before I leave. This will be the second time I've had to replace it. The original and replacement both lasted four years each. I was told that living in extreme temperatures would drastically shorten the life, but didn't think it would be that short. Growing up here in Socal I was spoiled by them lasting an average 6-8 years. Moving to places like Minnesota and then Texas I did put them through pretty extreme weather. The battery in my trailer is pretty much dead and needs to be replaced. This will be a fun project tomorrow.

The fallout from Idiom-gate hasn't quite settled yet but I haven't been pestered since the initial incident. I'm really not on speaking terms with dad or sis at this point, and I'm totally ok with that. I told them both to leave me be until they get their shit sorted, or never bother me again. Mom and I are talking, so there's that.

I'm looking forward to this departure. For now I wait.

Teardrop by Massive Attack on Grooveshark

4.16.2014

white noise

Where do you send things to, when your heart ain't got no room? - Lauren O'Connell

So after all was said and done you might have thought this family stabilized and on the road to getting better. You'd be wrong. Things are as dysfunctional as ever and this is the status quo. Anyone whose put enough time between themselves and unhealthy situations can relate. I'm disappointed, disillusioned, disheartened, and simply done. I won't bore you guys with any more details about this family unless (swine achieve flight) things actually improved. Until then, this part of my narrative is over. I've got nothing left to give and have begun to regret my decision in returning home.

Today I called my aunt to give her an update. Yes the same aunt who whips my dad back into line. Funny thing about her is she's not like that at all. She happens to be one of the most centered people I have in my life. In my youth I possessed all the rage and unpredictability of my parents combined. Through mistakes and experience I managed to learn and overcome. My aunt never judged and never ever once made me feel bad or guilty for my mistakes in life. She only tried to help me understand where I went wrong. The lessons often took years for me to realize, but I learned them.

OK. So I thought I was finished unloading details about the dysfunctional family but that's not the case. As I was typing this out tonight my sister texted me a second time to chastise me (again) for using an idiom with my nephew the night prior. She did it once in the morning and I didn't feel the offense was quite near as bad as she made out. It really wasn't. It was when she did it again tonight because the father (who is no longer a daily part of his own son's life) felt it was wrong. It was an idiom! Wanna know what it was? After we played fetch with the dogs, we went to wash his little hands. I referred to them as "bad boys" in the context of "let's wash these bad boys". Her reason for chastising me was that they don't want to refer to any body parts as good or bad. OK, fair enough but I was never informed of this decision before. How was I to know this? I know I have a potty mouth, and it takes all I've got to not swear in front of the little guy. Anyone who knows me knows that that's an accomplishment in of itself when I don't. I'm proud to say that, to date, I've avoided any bad language around him. So back to the "bad boys" idiom. So what would happen if he heard it from someone they couldn't chastise? OMFG, how would they deal with it then?!? Before I go on any further allow me to underscore how unfair this is in the context of what also took place that night. The little guy also began repeating a word he heard my mother use when she addressed my father directly. This is a phonetic representation, but the word was "pan-chuy". The word in English means nothing. In an unknown dialect of Chinese it means penis or dick. This is mom's pet name for dad. His pet name for her is the Chinese (unknown dialect) word for vagina. The kid only started repeating DICK in Chinese last night for whatever reason. He didn't bring it up with mommy and daddy today because he can't relate since it's a different language. I made sure mommy was made aware of this since she saw fit to pursue me a second time. It's yet another reason why I'm so indignant about all of this. So to be sure I'm not losing my mind, I did what any sane person would. I asked friends of mine who are parents. Most of them thought, scratch most, all thought it was overkill and ridiculous. It's easy enough to write off new inexperienced parents, but they thought it was stupid. What about the ones who have remained intact as families and have more than two kids. They also agreed, overkill. By the way, thank each and every one of you for letting me know I wasn't in the wrong. 

I made the mistake of relaying this injustice to my dad. He decided to explode in anger saying I should know (at a very high volume) that everyone is different and should never repeat an idiom to a child. At that second I know he didn't have the foggiest idea of what the definition of an idiom is. I said to him "say it louder again dad, if you're louder that means you're that much more right". He shouted louder again. I egged him on with a sarcastic "oh that made it crystal clear dad. you are right!". Yes, the idiom contained in the final reply was completely lost on him only confirming that he doesn't understand. I am done.

This is what I get for coming to help my family. Never again. 

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