Yesterday, some seriously funny shit happened. But it needs some back story, so here you go.
After living in Oregon for just over a year, I finally feel like I'm settling in. I'm back in school, making friends, and working towards my future goals. And life is getting far more interesting than the months spent sitting on the couch waiting for life to start again. And things are going well!
To start, I got all A's my first term at OSU. Yup! Straight A's for my first term at a "real" college. Pulled my hair out a couple times, and had a couple of major meltdowns, but I survived and got the grades I wanted. Even managed to do well on my finals when all my notes were stolen out of my car the week before! All in all, it was a great term. Made some new friends, and I'm looking forward to fall term.
I've also made friends here in town. Both are families that came from friendships my children made, and they couldn't be more different. One family is a nice, down to earth, wholesome family with 4 kids. Stacy is one of those rockstar moms that manages to get more done in one day with 4 kids than I can do in a week. And her husband is the kind of dad that loves nothing more than getting home from a full day of work/school and playing with his kids. We have complimentary parenting styles, and get along really well. And their son is best friends with my youngest. And their two year old daughter has the cutest crush on him. I'm pretty sure G's feelings are mutual. He's pretty taken with her.
The other family is far more interesting. They are great people, but they have some serious issues too. Three kids, the oldest daughter is a wild child. 13, and coming home with hickies, or brought home by cops after sneaking out with a friend. Oh, and she's a genius too. Smart kids do CRAZY shit when they get bored. The middle child is special. He's close friends with my oldest, and has a serious Victor/Victoria thing going on. Pretty sure he's gonna be a killer drag queen when he grows up. He's smart too, crazy smart just like my boys. They come up with some pretty awesome games to play. The youngest is simple. He's not dumb, just not quite all there some days. He's the sweetest kid, and believes the silliest things. And he's just too damn cute. I love him. And they we have their parents. Melissa decided I'm her new best friend. She's cool, fun to talk to in her crazy way. I like hanging out, and don't mind being someone's best friend. She's a bit passive aggressive in her issues with her hubby though. They both are. See, he's a story teller of the 1st degree. He makes shit up, lies through his teeth, and does his best to tell her what she wants to hear. Which leads to more passive aggressive snarking from her when she finds out he's been lying again.
So now we get to the fun part of my story. What withschool, and trying to fix shit around the house, and rain, and my electric lawnmower (which was awesome in Cali, but can hardly ever be used in Oregon due to the wet) my front lawn was getting a bit shaggy. And by a bit shaggy, I mean up around my knees. And yesterday, I was texting back and forth to Melissa. She was bitching about the hubby again, saying he was being a jerk again. Which really means, she was making snarky comments all morning about some shit, and he got pissed and made snarky comments back. It happens pretty regularly. Then shit got really funny. Hubby and I were headed out to the store, and her hubby comes walking through the parking lot next door. A little surprising, but not too weird, unless you consider taking your lawnmower for a walk while wearing neon green gloves a little weird. Yup, crazy ass man got pissed at his wife, and decided to take his lawnmower for a walk. So he offered to mow our lawn. Who am I to turn down free labor? So I let him. And called his wife to let her know where he was. She got a little pissy, apparently he forgot to do his own lawn first. And then comes more passive aggressive fun. She decides to make spaghetti for dinner. She knows he can't eat it. The tomatoes rip his stomach to shreds and irritate his ulcers. So she texts me to find out what I'm doing for dinner, and tells me he can't eat at home cause she's made dinner he can't eat. Unfortunately, last night I wasn't making dinner. We'd been working on house shit all day and were planning on nuko-meals for dinner. So we gave him a beer instead. I told her I couldn't feed him. Then he gets a text. Says "Fucking Cunt Bitch" and tells us he's gotta go. And heads off into the sunset. Drinking a beer, walking his lawnmower, wearing those same neon green gloves.
Good news is, my lawn looks great!
After living in Oregon for just over a year, I finally feel like I'm settling in. I'm back in school, making friends, and working towards my future goals. And life is getting far more interesting than the months spent sitting on the couch waiting for life to start again. And things are going well!
To start, I got all A's my first term at OSU. Yup! Straight A's for my first term at a "real" college. Pulled my hair out a couple times, and had a couple of major meltdowns, but I survived and got the grades I wanted. Even managed to do well on my finals when all my notes were stolen out of my car the week before! All in all, it was a great term. Made some new friends, and I'm looking forward to fall term.
I've also made friends here in town. Both are families that came from friendships my children made, and they couldn't be more different. One family is a nice, down to earth, wholesome family with 4 kids. Stacy is one of those rockstar moms that manages to get more done in one day with 4 kids than I can do in a week. And her husband is the kind of dad that loves nothing more than getting home from a full day of work/school and playing with his kids. We have complimentary parenting styles, and get along really well. And their son is best friends with my youngest. And their two year old daughter has the cutest crush on him. I'm pretty sure G's feelings are mutual. He's pretty taken with her.
The other family is far more interesting. They are great people, but they have some serious issues too. Three kids, the oldest daughter is a wild child. 13, and coming home with hickies, or brought home by cops after sneaking out with a friend. Oh, and she's a genius too. Smart kids do CRAZY shit when they get bored. The middle child is special. He's close friends with my oldest, and has a serious Victor/Victoria thing going on. Pretty sure he's gonna be a killer drag queen when he grows up. He's smart too, crazy smart just like my boys. They come up with some pretty awesome games to play. The youngest is simple. He's not dumb, just not quite all there some days. He's the sweetest kid, and believes the silliest things. And he's just too damn cute. I love him. And they we have their parents. Melissa decided I'm her new best friend. She's cool, fun to talk to in her crazy way. I like hanging out, and don't mind being someone's best friend. She's a bit passive aggressive in her issues with her hubby though. They both are. See, he's a story teller of the 1st degree. He makes shit up, lies through his teeth, and does his best to tell her what she wants to hear. Which leads to more passive aggressive snarking from her when she finds out he's been lying again.
So now we get to the fun part of my story. What withschool, and trying to fix shit around the house, and rain, and my electric lawnmower (which was awesome in Cali, but can hardly ever be used in Oregon due to the wet) my front lawn was getting a bit shaggy. And by a bit shaggy, I mean up around my knees. And yesterday, I was texting back and forth to Melissa. She was bitching about the hubby again, saying he was being a jerk again. Which really means, she was making snarky comments all morning about some shit, and he got pissed and made snarky comments back. It happens pretty regularly. Then shit got really funny. Hubby and I were headed out to the store, and her hubby comes walking through the parking lot next door. A little surprising, but not too weird, unless you consider taking your lawnmower for a walk while wearing neon green gloves a little weird. Yup, crazy ass man got pissed at his wife, and decided to take his lawnmower for a walk. So he offered to mow our lawn. Who am I to turn down free labor? So I let him. And called his wife to let her know where he was. She got a little pissy, apparently he forgot to do his own lawn first. And then comes more passive aggressive fun. She decides to make spaghetti for dinner. She knows he can't eat it. The tomatoes rip his stomach to shreds and irritate his ulcers. So she texts me to find out what I'm doing for dinner, and tells me he can't eat at home cause she's made dinner he can't eat. Unfortunately, last night I wasn't making dinner. We'd been working on house shit all day and were planning on nuko-meals for dinner. So we gave him a beer instead. I told her I couldn't feed him. Then he gets a text. Says "Fucking Cunt Bitch" and tells us he's gotta go. And heads off into the sunset. Drinking a beer, walking his lawnmower, wearing those same neon green gloves.
Good news is, my lawn looks great!
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