The 'Rents

I feel like picking on the rents..so ah, this blog is dedicated to them...

My Mom and Dad have always been arguing and getting on eachother's nerves for as long as I can remember. My Mom, being a norweigen and my Dad being a short-tempered irish-swedish type of person may not see eye to eye on things. My mom's side likes to spoil, likes to be the smothering type. my dad's side wants us to teach us the values of work ethic, and teaching you ways to live before you go on your own.. You have my mom interupt conversations all the time, like i do, which can be annoying. My Dad...not patient and cries over spilled milk. Probaly why his job requires himself to work alone so he can do his own thing, and be independent. But it's very interesting that my mom and dad aren't divorced. They don't seem to see eye to eye a lot, but they do get along well. Nice to have a complete family, not to be selfish, than to have horseshit step parents. They are doing something right, and I praise em' for it.


My mom had cancer twice when I was young. at 3-4..possibly 5 i barely saw her around. I was being hauled around by relatives and horseshit babysitters (Yeah, i hated babysitters) a lot cuz my dad worked 2 jobs. This was all in Hutchinson...dad had a job at hutch tech i believe and the coop elevator. Fuck, it sucked not having parents around. I barely saw them around...but instead, i was left with a total bitch of a babysitter who had her teenage sons pick on us all the time. It sucked. Oh, no wonder she lives in a trailor park..her life is trash.

Reason why my mom is the smothering type now cuz she wasn't there for us when we were younger, being sick. I had no idea what was going on, and I can recall seeing her at the hospital times kind of scared me. Yeah, I get annoyed sometimes with her nagging and forking over money even when I don't need it. Her nagging is just her job to make sure I get it all right. My Dad...he'll raise his voice...but he's funny, I laugh at shit when he gets mad now cuz he makes it comical with the cursing, and boo-hooing over small stuff.

One time, my dad was putting up christmas lights in our kitchen. (typical night, mom and dad having busch light in the kitchen smoking doral ciggarettes.) So he was kind of tipsy, putting up the lights. Suddenly he stumbles, and knocks over the wall shelf with spices and other cooking ingredients. It was like seeing a dopey comedy on television. His reaction: priceless!

"Goddamn son of a bitch!" (his favorite angry expression)

"I give up on this fucking house...fuck you house!"

Oh but it's nothing scary...i mean we all broke out laughing. It's all good. Wish more ppl would have seen it.

My mom loves to cook and I can say that nothing will ever beat her cooking...no offense to anyone. She just sent me bags of cookies and brownies for finals week,a nd I'm going to need them. Homecooked meals are very limited up here, and I look forward to it once I move home. Yep, it will be my mom and myself living in that house this winter. Dad will be driving truck, and Erik will still take classes.
Yeah...we'll get along great.

One thing you all might notice about me is that I don't say "love you" a lot to my parents on the phone. I don't know why...never feel like I have to say it. It's too cheesy. My dad taught me not to say goodbye...just a simple 'see you later'. that is why i don't use the word love cuz there is no reason to say it cuz it's too profound and not necessary to say it during every phone call.

I have a long night ahead of me and i'm burnt out typing this: worked pizza smut tonight and now back to doing my reading/paper.

see you on the flipside

Jon