hoveringsombrero | Nov. 29th, 2008

Nov. 29th, 2008

I stayed up way later than I ever have since being at Mother's talking to a friend I haven't talked to in quite a while. I'm feeling it today, BUT, it's The Sabbath, so there's no doings and there will be plenty of naptime opportunities today.

I have to say, I very much like the waking to an empty house. Mother only asked me to church once, and made a joke that I wouldn't get to eat if I didn't come cause they're going to potluck after service, and then asked if I'd say yes at all while I'm here, and I said very probably, and she dropped it.

I figure it would be rude to not attend at least one while I'm here, also she gave me some fabric for a pattern I bought, so it'd give me somewhere to wear new clothes to. Plus I do enjoy the hymn singing, sue me.

I think that recently I've learned to just enjoy the things about religion I like and to be less bothered by the things I don't. I'm trying to just take the spirit of the thing, the search for peace, the fellowship, and not get bogged down by all the dogma and restriction. Nothing wrong with setting aside a day to think happy thoughts and be thankful for the good stuff.

So what was my Sabbath worship? I watched the two most recent episodes of How I Met Your Mother, and THE NAKED MAN was seriously the best episode ever, left me sitting here grinning like an idiot it was so fun.

I'm aware how much stress and bad moods bog down my health, but I don't take enough time to notice how much relaxing and happy help me, I still feel somewhat tired and achy, but it's just nowhere near as bad when I'm happy.

BEWARE Incoming picture posts, including a Biff and something about an armpit vagina, stay tuned.

He has lost a bunch of weight since the breakup, so he was attempting to show off his muscles to me. For some reason though, the boy has suddenly gotten very hairy in his late 20s, though you can't see it in this picture due to his pose, but the boy's got pit fros, a decent little chest garden, and his happy trail has exploded all over his belly. We'll stop before we mention his hairy ass though, this is my brother we're talking about KEEP YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER, now on to the armpit vagina ...

Directly after I took this picture was when I was teasing him about his hairyness, mother was to the left cutting out pattern pieces for a skirt.

He went off on a tangentrant about how he was going to get a vagina tattoo'd in one pit, and then trim the hair around to make it look authentic. Right away mother started making noises every time he said VAGINA, have some quotes:

"What is it you have a problem with, that I'm saying VAGINA or that I'm saying HAIRY VAGINA? Or is it armpit VAGINA that bothers you? Or the whole thing, HAIRY ARMPIT VAGINA?"

"Why are you so offended by my armpit VAGINA?"

"I'm probably going to bleed like hell when I get the tattoo, so you're saying you're so bothered by my HAIRY ARMPIT VAGINA, that you're not going to comfort me during my first woman times?"

She had enough when he started asking her if she'd show him how to use a tampon. I had to sit down I was laughing so hard. I kept pointing out that of all the words he could have chosen, VAGINA was the least offensive, to which she just replied that one didn't need to say ANY of the words referring to those bits.

What amused me the most is that this is the woman who very carefully always used the proper words when raising is, it was never hooha or wee wee, always vagina and penis. And yet she still freaks out.

And so another Biff Story is recorded.

So, Wednesday, when I woke Mother told me that the brother had gotten in around midnight, to Vegas, and had crashed in the Hooters Hotel and then rented himself a car after waking and that he was planning on being here around 2pm that day. So they went off to do stuff, I was still feeling a little shitty from being out so late watching square dancing so I took it slow, sat and read and such.

At about 1:30 Arizona time, 2:30 my time, I cut up a couple pears and went back to sit in bed and eat them and read. I'd just settled down and got a few pages in when I heard some loud ass music outside. For a few moments it didn't register, since I'm used to being half a block from a strip club, then it sunk in and I got up to see what the hell was going on, figuring it was probably brother.

I walk out and open the front door and he's just gotten out of this:

The biff rented a fucking Mustang. He said it was only $5/day more than the cheapest compact car, so he went for it.

He came in and said "Wanna go to that place in Chloride with all the beer? I'm HUNGRY." So I put on outside clothes and we hopped in the 'stang to go to Yesterdays.