Sunday, December 19, 2010

Home/work

So... I'm home for the holidays. Actually, I'm taking a ridiculously LONG holiday break, which may or may not be a mistake. Three and a half weeks away is a long time. Three and a half weeks with my mother is a long time. I love my mom. I just find living under her room difficult. For example, I've been told that I need to live on a "normal" and "adult" schedule. Translation: I need to get up before sunrise and go to bed just after sunset. Additionally, while I'm home, I need to "contribute to the family". This translates into my mother using my various weird skills to either (1) Further her struggling start up, (2) organize parts of the house which she has neglected over the years, and will shortly make a mess of. It may also involve her (3) "teaching me to cook" under the guise of making me play step and fetch. I swear that I will never actually be allowed to cook under my mother's roof because she likes too much control in the kitchen, and doesn't trust me that way.

Take today for example. I got up afternoon. I spent last night planning out the way I'll do my break work, since my computer is STILL on the fritz, and only works with someone else's power cable. I slept late, because, it was Saturday, and I generally have a problem with getting up before 1 pm on a Saturday. It violates some sort of principle of Saturday being my day off of work/school. I got called downstairs to "help Mom cook", which was family for "Re-organize the pantry". We live in an area of the country popular with members of the LDS church. One of their requirements is that they be able to have enough food for a year in their house. So, all the pantries here are really big, and ours is no exception. Somehow, though, we have managed to acquire all sorts of weird things, like Carne de Membrillo (quince paste), three types of curries and kippered trout. I spent quite a few hours organizing the pantry, and will probably end up finishing tomorrow.

The nice thing about being home is getting to spend time with my sibs. I miss them when I'm at school, and they're here. My brother is growing up to be quite the ladies' man, but I reassure myself with something he said the one time I took him to Hooters. He studied our waitress, and, as we were walking out, told me that he had trouble liking her because he found her vapid and shallow. He tries to pretend he's a badass, but he's a pretty good kid. Then, there's my sister. I'm still a little terrified of her, but she is an amazing person, expect when she's talking about anime she assumes that I've read, and then it sucks. Of course, I talk about biology and chemistry she has never heard of, so I guess that's good.

I got the text that AD was home safe, so now I'm going to bed. No doubt my parentals will wake me at an "adult" hour tomorrow, because I haven't been working on my job for six hours tonight.

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