sam_gamgee | (no subject)

*rolls eyes*

So, my dad wanted to work on my truck because it was shaking a bit when it idled. (Enough to notice, but not enough that I was really worrying about it.) And I was like, "Okay, fine with me." So he starts working on it tonight and realizes it's not a job he can do for whatever reason, so he said, "Come on, we're taking this down to Tim's and he'll fix it." So I hop in my truck and he in his and now my truck is shaking really hard prior to hitting about 10 miles an hour. We get out the neighborhood and it starts stalling. It did it about 6 times before my dad realized that he had switched two of the wires. So now I won't have my truck for who knows how long because Tim is going out of town on Friday for I'm not sure how long. And my dad told Tim that there wasn't a rush on it. I felt like saying, "Well, not a huge rush, but I would like it back sooner rather than later," but I didn't want to have to walk home from below Elkton and my dad is being nice enough to let me use his truck for this weekend.

And then there's my mother. I think the only reason she doesn't frustrate me as much as my father does is because she no longer lives under the same roof and I only see her once a week.

The backstory on this is that ever since I was little, my mother would get us tickets to go see a show. When I was really little, it was to see The Nutcracker, then it turned into other things, so over the years, we've seen a bit of everything from Camelot to Fame to Stomp. Normally, it was just her and I, and then John as well once he came into the picture.

Tomorrow night is this year's show (Twelve Angry Men with Richard Thomas) and last week I reminded my mom about it and she was like, "That's next week?" so I wrote it on their calendar.

Then I called her this morning before work because I figured it would be better if I had my ticket, since I was going to be going straight up from work instead of riding up with them. And my mom agrees to talk about it after work, since she had some other things to take care of. And then she says, "Do you want to bring someone with you?" and I replied, "No, I don't mind going wih you and John," (figuring maybe John was being gracious about it, and maybe didn't want to see it). And that's when she tells me that they got four tickets to the show. It's like, "Thanks, Mom. You couldn't have told me this, you know, back in *December* when I got the tickets?" That way I could have had time to ask someone to come."

And then through me trying to find a ride because of my dad messing with my truck, and my mom and John having issues with their house (which is a whole other story), it ends up that I'm now going with John's sister, mom, and niece and I have to be at John's mom's house at 6:30 tomorrow evening. I get done work at 6. This is going to be insane.

And this actually works. Though, I find it amusing because I was born in November of 1981.

You Belong in Generation X

You fit in best with people born between 1961 and 1981.

You are fun, laid back, and very independent.

You are willing to take risks and live your life however you see fit.

You are casual, accepting, and friendly. You see everyone as your equal.

What Generation Do You Belong In?