One of the hazards of living in my parents’ house is the risk you take from using the household appliances. Today I went to wake my mom up to let her know that it was 6:30 so she could watch Andrew Womack, and my dad jumped on me for “breaking” the downstairs television simply because I was the last one to use it. For some reason it wouldn’t turn on and obviously this is because of something I did.
So what did I do? Fixed the television. I guess I “fixed” it; I’m not sure because I don’t know anything about televisions besides how to turn them on and off [and really, how he expected me to “fix it” was beyond me]. So here I am, squeezed in beside the television and trying to figure out why it won’t turn back on and in my infinite wisdom, I simply plug the stupid thing into the wall socket instead of the power strip. Let’s hope that keeps it working because I honestly could care less if it doesn’t. I have my own television in my room. I’d only miss watching the Food Network with my mom on Saturdays and the occasional Korean dramas on Monday nights.
Its so annoying being blamed for crap like that. It’s always the other person’s fault. Heaven forbid there’s something wrong with the actual appliance that is beyond any one person’s fault. I mean, I used the stupid remote to turn the television on and off! It’s not like I threw water on it. And my mom just called. Television’s still broken. Well, according to logic, she broke it this time.
Anyway, enough about that. Yesterday I ran into some old family friends and got the chance to catch up. We used to go to the same church many, many moons ago and I think the oldest son used to have a crush on me. Too bad I was older than him and thought he was kinda lame. If you hadn’t had guessed, I can be kind of mean and stuck up. Perish the thought! Shocking isn’t? Anyway, we’re all grown now and that same kid is now playing minor league baseball. Funny how things happen isn’t?
Anyway, we were talking and the daughter now has an adorable little baby and we were chatting and she asked me if I had kids. This question always strikes me as weird simply because that’s not the way my mind is wired. I understand that it happens all the time [trust me, we had a day care in my high school] and that you honestly can’t control it but thanks to the wonders of medical science, there are ways to put it off for as long as possible, provided you follow the very simple directions and you can bet your bottom dollar that I would happily employ these options. If they’re available, why not? I remember one time a while back, I was at my play aunt’s house and one of her friends asked me if I had kids and then if I was married. In that order. Um, okay.
But honestly, I just barely got a handle on taking care of myself; there’s no way I’d complicate things by adding a baby to the mix. You mean I’d have to take care of another human being for longer than a few hours? LIKE FOR THE NEXT 18+ YEARS? That is not the business right now. Come see me in like, 5 years if I’m married by then. At least I’ll have reinforcements with the bf. I know how hard it can be raising kids on your own and honestly, I just don’t want that life.
I was listening to the radio yesterday when Color Me Badd’s “I Wanna Sex You Up” came on the radio and I dissolved into elementary kid giggling as if I was in class learning about the human body. What an awesomely bad song [I think it’s actually on that list somewhere…]. Did whoever wrote that song think it would ever work? And you know someone out there somewhere actually played that song too for that reason. It’s just too obvious and cheesy. If the bf ever played that song, there’s no way I’d ever take him seriously. I’d just laugh and go to bed. The worse part is they actually have a speaking part in the middle of the song. I don’t like it when singers feel the need to talk in their songs. It always makes me physically embarrassed for them. It’s not a good feeling either. I just want to shush them and tell them it’s okay, they don’t have to keep going if they don’t want to. It’s just all bad.
Note to songwriters/singers: do not add speaking parts to songs. Ever.
Note to self: Pick an optometrist already and make an appointment. Sheesh.