Random Cougar Life

my last two days off I had to spend with my parents, because they drove up from Houston to harrass, I mean, spend time with me. Dealing with them is so fucking stressful.

Friday I got to listen to my mom tell me how filthy our apartment is and how we’re living like white trash. This is actually an improvement, usually she tells me we live like “N-”. I hate racial slurs so I’m not going to write it, but I’m sure you can imagine what a racist white woman might have said as an insult that starts with the letter n.
so while being called white trash was an improvement on my mother’s part, it still pissed me the fuck off. She’s in my god damn home, I don’t care how shitty it is, she doesn’t have any right to insult me, dave and our home like that.
pissed
me
off
godsdamnit I was mad.
and to make matters more frustrating she insisted on packing the living room. That would be nice, except she can’t fucking pack and hates every proof of my independence and immaturity so she threw everything into boxes and tried to break the things she didn’t like. Fucking pissed about that too. She tried to break my $30 DnD mini by tossing it in a box with books and heavy shit. She threw books in boxes so that it looked like something shit a box full of books, instead of placing them in the box so that, you know, they filled it up. the only things she didn’t try to break were my games, and only because she thought all of our games were david’s and she kept saying “TELL ME WHAT TO PACK AMY, I DON”T WANT DAVID TO COME HOME AND CUSS ME OUT FOR MESSING UP HIS STUFF”
she screamed it at me, that’s why it’s in caps
THAT pissed me off too, for multiple reasons. She thinks so poorly of David that she thinks he’d scream and cuss and pitch a goddamn fit just because she helped up pack. She thinks so poorly of me that she doesn’t care if I get mad.
ALSO we don’t have to move out until May 30th, and that was may 2nd that they came up.
We did have lunch with David and it was nice, we at a Fera’s, this cheap but delish Italian place by the university. And I had leftovers that I managed to save for Sunday, when I worked.
And we did throw out that nasty ass chair we never used anyways, which was nice, but there are boxes there now.
My parents stayed until Dave came back home, and then they stayed and made everything uncomfortable for a while.
Dave brought our friend, Jason, with him because we game on Friday nights, and my parents don’t know how to deal with people, at all. It was awful, and they even stayed when Nick, one of our other friends, came over. I honestly thought they were going to make us kick them out. I don’t care if I “should” have been spending time with them, they insulted me in my own home, and they insulted Dave in our home. Never fucking do it to his face, just talk shit about him to try and make me leave and move back in with them. pisses me off
anyways that was friday.

Saturday started off nice, I got to snuggle in with Dave, until my parents called us. But it was at like 9:30a when they called, which I guess is normal hours or something, but I told them we’d call them when we were ready.

We woke up and got ready and called them at eleven, and then my mom wanted to go outside and walk. Like, exercise walking, not strolling around enjoying a park or spending time together or something. She wanted to work out with us because we’re fat. She didn’t say we were fat, but she said we needed to get out and walk. we hadn’t eaten yet, since we thought we were going to have lunch together. We did go eat lunch, but my parents had already eaten, so it was me and dave eating lunch with my mom making faces and sounds of disapproval.

in case you didn’t know, eating makes you fat and ugly, you should never eat, especially breakfast

yeah, that’s my mom’s fucking gospel, she has coffee for breakfast, with maybe a donut, eats nothing or maybe a cheap ass burger or sandwich for lunch, and eats nearly nothing for dinner. So her body is always starving, so her body is always storing fat and burning muscle, she doesn’t care, she doesn’t even BELIEVE that. That is lies to make you fat.

whatever, anyways lunch/breakfast was a disaster.

Dave is attending a seminar thing in June up in Denver, CO and I’m not going because I’d be bored to tears (also we can’t share a room which pisses me off but whatever, I’m over that) and I’d rather work and save my paid time off for a vacation we can both enjoy.

so my mom keeps fucking harassing me about being alone for a week. Oh no, I’m alone, wah. But she’s like “your going to get raped, someone’s going to rob the house, you have to have a friend come over and stay with you so you aren’t alone, I need their number, give me 3 numbers we can reach you at if you don’t answer your phone, if you don’t answer your phone we’re calling the police!” and all this bullshit about stupid crap that no one can control and then she’s all “take the whole week off and come to houston, we’ll take care of you, you won’t have to worry about anything take the week off, fly down to houston, you don’t have to drive, you’ll be safe, we can fly you down on your days off if you need to work, we’ll fly you down. Take off, come to houston, you need to stay with us, fly down to houston” and she’s going on and on and on.

And then Dave says “you worry too much, stop worrying, you can’t control any of that”

and my dad says “Shut your mouth”

WHAT THE FUCK

SERIOUSLY

Still pissed off about that too.

anyways, that pissed dave off, that they tried to treat him like a child re:(how they treat me) and he left. I followed him, and that pissed them off. They were like “AMY get back here! NOW!” and shit. My dad came out and apologized and we went back in, I finished my lunch but my MOM fucking let the busboy take away dave’s plate. Dave was not finished with his lunch, and she just sat there. I know she did it out of spite. That’s how she is, mean and spiteful. That made me mad, but dave wasn’t mad about it.

So our day got off to a GREAT start.

And then my mom was bothering us about our sofas we have, and reminding me how shitty they are and she just couldn’t believe that we were going to take them with us, so we went to a furniture place. we looked at furniture and woo, was it “fun” man. I was bored as soon as I walked in, but really can’t stand my mom’s whining and bitching, so we went. Afterwards we went to a comic shop, because it was free comic book day, and my mom stayed in the car because she doesn’t care about spending time together. I got some more DnD minis and dave got some free comic books.

then we went back to the apt to see what there was to do out side, and mom complained every ten minutes about what the hell were we waiting for, we need to get outside. Finally we found something cool, a big cat sanctuary, called C.A.R.E., out by Decatur. My mom made snide comments because they have “research” in the name of their organization, and she kept ignoring me when I told her they rescued cats abandoned by irresponsible owners. Idiots that think wild animals make great pets, and then freak out when they start getting bigger than them and eating 100+lbs of meat a day. Seriously, she just ignored me, when we got there she asked the tour guide.

but that place was great, I had an awesome time there. It was the best part of the day. I got to feed some chicken to one of the tigers, and we got to see a lot of big cats. They were lovely, but it made me mad too, because they should not need to be there, but assholes keep buying them, and keep throwing them out when they get too big. One of the tigers had even be declawed, it was awful. Because her toes are gone the rest of her foot bones are going to wear down her feet until the bones are coming out of the skin. That shit makes me mad.

But besides that, it was really nice to be able to go there. The tigers chuff as a greeting, and I chuffed back when they did that. Dave, my mom, and dad, did not. They got sprayed at by three tigers, it was funny. None of the tigers tried to spray at me.

After there, we went to the Ponder Steakhouse. it was awful. Our neighbor recommended it and I thought we’d try it out. Well, apparently STEAK is not what one goes there to eat. Me and Dave shared a porterhouse, only instead of being delishushes it was fail. first off they cut it in half. that made me mad, if I wanted a half assed steak I’d have ordered one. Also they charged THREE DOLLARS to cut the steak.

Yes.

$3.00USD to CUT an already cut steak, in half. I didn’t even want them to do that, and i didn’t even know they were GOING to do that, as they didn’t say anything about it. assholes

and I was especially NOT expecting it because I ordered rare, and dave ordered medium rare and they ASKED me if medium rare was ok, so I said sure.

AND THEN the steaks came out medium WELL and WELL!! WHAT THE FUCK

HOW do you fuck up RARE and MEDIUM RARE so badly? I don’t know. We had to wait again, for our steaks to come out. And they were not grilled over an open flame, but cooked on a griddle. And while the meat was interesting, it was not something I’d eat again.

To say it was gamey was generous, I like gamey food this steer at some ass or shit or gods know what. It was interesting to try and figure out what the hell the steer ATE, but that is not usually why I eat beef. Now it was very tender and marbled nicely. But that hardly makes up for the taste being so… interesting. I have no idea what your supposed to order at this place, but clearly steak isn’t one of them.

so I was still hungry after we ate there, and when I said so my mom harassed me about being fat.

We came back and sat around and had some beer and stuff, but it was only relaxing for a little while. My mom didn’t want to be social so she walked Franklin. I didn’t care, Franklin loves being outside. And then my parents left, but kept not leaving, they just kept saying “We need to go, we need to leave, we gotta go” but they didn’t leave!

Finally they did leave.

finally

but we watched a movie later that night, at the movie tavern. We watched it there because I was STILL HUNGRY and also I needed a drink. I really wanted sushi, but we didn’t eat that, I ate at the movie tavern, Dave got me dinner, got the beers. We watched “forgetting Sarah Marshall” which I thought was going to be awful but it was actually good. I enjoyed it, it was a fun movie.