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We just finished playing three games of Worst Case Scenario, best two out of three. We played in teams, the Father Unit and Aunt Tudi, and Mary and me. Mary and I burninated the other two with our mad survivor skillz yo.

I haven't been awake twelve hours yet, but already my body is screaming for sleep. What the heck is wrong with me?

Mood: sleepy
Music: silencia

Or would that be pictures?

The Father Unit wanted all the pictures on my camera, so I complied; however, I had to upload them to my photobucket account as well, so's I'd have me some copies too, dig?

No, I never made it to Mother Ocean. Maybe tomorrow....before heading back home....mebbeh...hopefully.

In the meantime, here's some visual frights to keep everyone who sees them awake all night long. WARNING! This is photo-heavy, so dial-up folks may go mad waiting for the page to load. Sorry...

( bwaaahahahah )

They're screaming at me from the other room to hurry up and get in there. More board games are on the agenda. Please god, someone shove a fork in my eye.

Mood: mellow
Music: yapping from the other room

I went to bed at 11 last night and got up at 2:30 this afternoon. 2 fucking 30. During that time, I had bizarro dreams about being on the Voltron team and running a prison out of a warehouse, during which I hosed down the dangerous inmates' cells with red paint. There were many more dreams, dreams so intense and freaky that I could not wake up. Now I feel all weird and my eyes honestly look like this ~~ o.0 ~~ at least in my mind they do.

In a short while, I'm taking the family out for dinner. The Father Unit tends to act out at restaurants and behave like an ugly American, even though he's in America now. I am fully prepared to tell him to shut his pie-hole or pay for his own meal and walk home. He will swiftly tone it down and we can all enjoy a nice meal. It appears we're doing Mexican, although that can change instantly. Who knows?

Tomorrow we go home.

Home home home home home.

I'm such a hermit.

PS BB Burdie isn't a Budgie. He's a Parakeet. My bad.

Mood: crazy
Music: BB tweeting from afar

Mary is asleep because she has to go into work at 8 tonight. The Father Unit and Aunt Tudi have sacheted off to the grocery store.

I'm alone.

Blissfully, peacefully alone. Which is good, 'cos I'm in a foul-assed mood. Really. I'd just as soon slap anyone as look at them right now. I need solitary confinement for the protection of all around me.

Mood: foul
Music: soft music from the other room

Aunt Tudi is now back-peddling on the beach adventure. She says she'll feel guilty leaving the Father Unit alone for a couple of hours and that we need to spend every moment we can with him because he's so lonely.

I suggested that we just play it by ear whilst, inside, I'm screaming for release. I just really need to get away from here for a little while, dig? The Father Unit tends to drive me swiftly mad. Sure, it's a short drive, but it's not a trip I care to take.

Forty minutes 'til LOST.

Mood: frustrated
Music: soft music from the other room

My patience is running thin with a host of individuals, some online, some in RL. I'm just in a piss-poor mood and haven't the ability to just smile and look away today.

That said, I'm probably going to avoid LJ for the rest of the day before I end up saying something that ought not be voiced. I'll just turn out looking like a shithead and, god forbid that happen!

So I have the option of logging off and socialising with Aunt Tudi and the Father Unit. I'd much rather offend them anyway 'cos they always deserve it on some sort of level.

3.5 hours until LOST.

I need drugs.

Mood: cranky
Music: birdie chatter.....continuous infernal birdie chatter!

The Father and Stepmother Units have a room dedicated to nothing but their computers. It is from this room I send out my bleats for rescue. Right now, Mary is on her computer writing up a report for work and I'm on the Father Unit's computer behaving badly. The Father Unit is having a lie down and Aunt Tudi is wandering about aimlessly in another part of the house, having a deep conversation with BB Burdie.

Earlier today, BB clicked his tongue at me and then very clearly said, "Come here." When a bird commands me, I obey. I went over to his crib at which time he began ringing one of his many bells and eyeballing me with a fierce superiority. I remain humbled before the King Budgie of Doom.

Dunno what we're gonna do tonight. If everyone can come together, I suspect gaming will be in order. If not, then I'm going to bed early since Aunt Tudi and I are heading off to C-town to be at the Hampton Inn by 6 AM. She's wanting to touch base with an elderly lady who works there and was quite kind to her when she was staying with Erica during her kidney transplant. Aunt Tudi is keen on thanking this old lady for her kindness above and beyond the call of duty. After that, we're heading on to Sullivans Island to commune with Mother Ocean.

I was thinking about taking everyone out to dinner tomorrow, but I don't want to risk being gone past 9 PM. I will lay waste to all the surrounding hamlets if I miss an iota of LOST. So, on Thursday, I'll be dragging everyone to some restaurant wherein we can all bloat up like ticks. Nothing of importance is happening Thursday night. Well, Nightstalker comes on, but I'm not so into the show that I'll perish if I miss it. Really, it's just an hour of eye candy to me anyway.

I miss the pups, Smidgen, and Shmoop. I want to feel their furry souls about me! Waaaaaahh..... I know we're just gonna have a big orgy of lovin' when Aunt Tudi and I go to pick them up from Dr. Patch's.

Oh, speaking of orgies, I'm planning on getting some screen caps from the movie Caligula tonight. Prepare yourselves for naughty icons in the near future!

Mood: content
Music: clackity clack of typing fingers

I have the sneaking suspicion that today is going to be very long and arduous. Although I haven't a reason to feel this way, I do anyway.

The Father Unit wants to be taken to the grocery store today. He's a heinous backseat driver, so I'm not looking forward to being on the road with him at all. Aunt Tudi doesn't seem to be feeling the best in the world and neither does the Father Unit. I'm going to have two unhealthy, ill-tempered siblings in my car while I drive roads to which I'm unaccustomed.

Maybe I should just walk out to the street and lie down in the middle of the road, hoping someone will squoosh me like an opossum.

After Mary gets home, we're supposed to gather 'round the dining room table and play a game called Worst Case Scenario. Even though I adored them as a child, I'm really not fond of board games now. They make me nervous and uneasy, having to sit at a table for so long, most usually performing repetitive tasks. It's nerve-wracking.

Damn, I just read what I've written and I sound like a brat who just can't be pleased. Well, maybe that's exactly how I feel today. Maybe I should live up to my Inner Brat and crawl off to the bedroom to sulk. Sheesh.

Mood: moody
Music: Radio

The dinner I made was a raging success, despite some snafus thanks to not being in my own kitchen and the chicken breasts being DDs. On the menu: Chicken Caligula, Parmesan Spinach, and Angel Hair Alfredo. There was cherry and key lime pie for dessert, but I didn't prepare either of those. They were prepackaged, man!

There was plenty left over and Mary has already packed some up for her lunch tomorrow. This pleases me on many levels. I feel my journey into the Land of Domesticity has been one of glory and victory. Everyone in the house, including BB Burdie, is bloated and happy. Yes, the bird had a hefty portion of Parmesan Spinach. Thankfully, he didn't partake of any chicken. That would have just been creepy.

In other news, I've already promised the Father Unit that I will pull out his throat with a dull butter knife if he attempts to communicate with me on Wednesday night between the hours of 9 and 10. He knows I'm serious because my eye twitches when I talk about it.

Mood: accomplished
Music: Aunt Tudi's cackles

Some haint who used to live in the Father and Stepmother Units' neighbourhood has come for a visit before she goes back to Pennsylvania. She has one of those nasally, high-pitched voices that sounds naturally insincere. I'm hiding in the computer room in order to hopefully avoid having to meet her, as I haven't had my shower for the day and am currently schlepping around in plaid boxer shorts and my "Freak in the Room" tee shirt. I'm an utter fright and feel just as well as I look. So leave me alone, you socialising biddy, lest I frighten you unto eternity!

The urge to flee home is almost overwhelming. Why am I such a homebody, that I can't hardly bear to leave the house and begin to get all hinky when I'm gone too long? It's not so bad when I fly somewhere 'cos I know that I can't just pick up and run home but, when the domicile is only a few hours drive away, I'm so tempted...so very tempted...

The local radio station has an Electric Light Orchestra fetish. They're playing all manner of ELO music today. This pleases me. Bibi Burdie sings to the radio all day long. He sings and chatters and talks up a storm. Surely he has to be the smartest, or at least the most talkative, budgie to have ever graced Mother Earth. It's a hoot when you walk past his cage and he says "I'm stuck in here!" They let him out a lot, so he's not like most house birds and wholly incarcerated. Perhaps all the interaction is what has made him the bird he is today. Right now he's singing along with Aunt Tudi whistling to an ELO song on the radio...."Strange Magic" I think it is. That's a good 'un.

I'm thirsty and hungry. But the haint is in the kitchen. Damn!

Mood: grumpy
Music: Infernal whistling!

And already my patience is being stretched to a taut, thin thread.

Please oh please, whatever Mighty may read this on the Astral Plane, please to give me the stamina to withstand 6 more days of Aunt Tudi and the Father Unit together.

Amen, So Mote It Be, Make It So Number One.

Mood: irksome
Music: talking, the endless talking!

I've had some folks ask me why I'm so odd. Honestly, I wonder that myself. I think I can thank my crazy family for my being a little off-kilter in my adult years. For instance, this song just popped into my head. I hadn't thought about in years, but there it was, bouncing around in my brain pan, demanding that I sing it.

Oh Leo came from the West
He had a pea on his vest
There was a job to be done
Someone baked him a bun
LEO

Aunt Tudi made that song up and would sing it to me when I was as young as 2. It's about my great uncle Leo, who passed away about a year ago. What does it mean? How the hell should I know? But there it is. A lovely song.

Mood: contemplative
Music: Judge Mathis

Granny was an excellent painter. She had a thing for oils and could work all manner of magick on a canvas. In 1966, she painted a picture of Jesus and, from then on, the picture has hung in the Evans living room. Being a hippie kid and a child of hippies, I assumed that painting was of a hippie giving the peace sign so, every time I walked by the picture, I'd make the peace sign and say "Peace, brother!" Yeah, I think that's not far from the truth. The Jesus I imagine was a hippie in his time, bucking the system, spreading love and the idea of freedom to the people! I think Granny really caught that vibe in her painting.

( the painting )

Mood: hungry
Music: Everybody Loves Raymond

Seeing the advert for The Man with the Screaming Brain, which will be showing on Sci-Fi tonight, Aunt Tudi asked me if I remembered the Summer of 1981. It was my first Summer in Duncan, having just moved down from Asheville, and the area was having a horrible heat wave. One day, Uncle Michael burst out of his workshop, which had no A/C. He'd already torn off his shirt and he was red as a beet. We were all working in the garden when he came outside, pulling his hair and shouting "My goddamned brains are baking!" I was fairly alarmed.

Anyway, remembering that lovely little moment in life got me to thinking about other family memories. So, without further ado...

Johnna crying her eyes out when she saw the "scrubbing bubbles" go down the drain in that old commercial from the 70s.

My cousin Travis teaching me how to crack a fake egg over someone's head.

Going with Erica when she got her feather boa out of layaway. She was such a disco queen at the time and was desperate for a feather boa to wear on her jaunts to all the local clubs. I remember that it was pink and white.

Listening to Erica, Donna, and Marsha sing "Black Water" back in 1974.

Daddy having band rehearsal at the house, and singing his song "Carolina Mountains."

Granny sitting on the front porch, petrified with fear as she watched the local crop duster come closer and closer to our house. He was so low that he dipped under the power lines before buzzing the house and continuing on to dust the cotton field across the road. All Granny could say was, "Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod."

The day Mama found a grass snake in the woods and decided to introduce me to the wonderful world of reptiles.

Upon our reuniting, my grandfather passed on the old wooden family "pot pipe" for my safekeeping. Every family has its heirlooms, I suppose.

Little Michael experimenting with children's expletives, using his very own ingenious "gollaroadie!"

Johnna attempting to teach Aunt Tudi how to do the Electric Slide, with hilarious results. I think I may have that on video tape somewhere....

Corbett and Jimmy grooving to KISS and Steve Miller Band on my record player.

Granny dressing up like an ugly old hobo, rubber mask and all, and going up to Uncle Michael and Janice's house to scare Johnna. When Johnna answered the door and saw the horrible thing before her, she slammed the door and began jumping up and down hysterically. Her little dog, Chigger, got so upset that she began backing up quickly and peeing on herself. From that day on, Chigger despised Granny.

Daddy, Mama, Aunt Tudi, and Granny singing "Red River Valley" with their own words: Naranja por favor ro del monstro. Valecita, manana oy vey! That's all I remember of it, sadly.

Mood: nostalgic
Music: Alien Apocalypse

Twelve years ago today, my Granny passed away. After my parents divorced, it was Granny and Aunt Tudi who raised me. Aunt Tudi has slept for the majority of the day and I have kept myself busy with HBO's free preview. Aunt Tudi always takes this day extremely hard since Granny was her mother. Being the hard-hearted crone that I am, I have moved on. I did my mourning in my own way, but can't abide freezing a moment in time to suffer it endlessly. What's done is done. There's nothing I can do to change it. I miss Granny and I'll always love her memory, but I can't mourn her for the rest of my life.

Mood: numb
Music: Nightmare Before Christmas

The Father Unit is not doing well at all. I've moved things around and am going to see him Friday night, sooner if things get worse. If I ever end up like him, I want someone to insert a well-placed bullet into my brain pan.

Mood: worried
Music: radio yapping

Odd how it can ruin good things.

Mood: disappointed
Music: Joan Jett "I Love Rock'n'Roll"

So it's Friday and all is right with the world....at least I hope. We got a huge amount of rain last night. The air was clear and moist the morning, the chaotic dust particles weighed down to the ground by the precipitation. It is a wonderful feeling ~ very David Lynch's 'Dune' -ish ~~ y'know when the Fremen see their first rain at the end of the movie? Tres groovy.
( what else is going on? )

Mood: mellow
Music: No Doubt "Hella Good"

I bickered, debated, and argued with Aunt Tudi 'til around 10:30 last night about how she misreads people. She didn't take it well and accused me of jumping on her and taking Lew's side. There was no side to take as far as I'm concerned...it's simply all a case of misunderstanding and not yet knowing each other well enough to come to an understanding.

I see that all this is far from over for me. Why can't anything just come easily?

Mood: drained
Music: boring office sounds

It has finally come to pass...

Yesterday, Lew and Aunt Tudi got into their first argument. There has been ill will between the two of them for a long time now and it finally exploded...
( Tyson vs. Lewis? Nooo! Tudi vs. Lewis )

Mood: depressed
Music: Metallica "Nothing Else Matters"

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Tinhuviel Artanis

Entries tagged with family

Worst Case Scenario

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Peace and Quiet

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Invasion

24 Hours

Another piece in the puzzle

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