So this is probably the first time I've written anything about my parents since I was an angst filled teenager, we will not discuss those currently (and most of you will never know what I speak of, except for Elias, who remembers "concerned dad" (which to this day is the picture I see when he calls me) )
I love my parents, honestly. Not only are they my guardians and mentors through life, they're my friends. They support me through all my "phases" ( I still remember the day my Mom said once I started dying my hair it was a phase that would grow out, little did she know it would take 5+ years) or my dad saying "Get that tattoo after I die" (which I got 1.5 weeks later) They still support me through all of my mistakes, I've yelled at them drunk, I've vomited in their bathrooms, I've stolen their booze (by the way mom, that cherry liquour you never drank or strained you made with jerry/debby, which you threw away when we moved, was over 70% water at that point) I have endless inside jokes about you both. Honestly? The only thing missing, is I doubt ever I'll sit down and get with either of them. Maybe if I get married. If I get married, my dad has to drink and get drunk with me, if that happens before he dies. Life goal, get both my parents drunk in the same room. I expect great things.
So this is for specific reasons why this comes up, but first, I need to recap (as I explain to people to don't know them) who my parents are.
My father, is in his mid 60's grew up in new york, is jewish, and has a doctorate. He has multiple brothers, who all have doctorates. That is the best way to describe my father.
My mother (which for lack of a better term, side note, I've been saying this for over 6 years) is a hippy. Not Diane Moondancer hippy, but for lack of the better term hippy. She's an acupuncturist (I still can't spell that word after 22 years, i think it's right) and can cure your alergies. And she actually can. She's the reason why I don't trust M.D's (and techinically i think my father is one..? Don't delve deep into that sword since they're divorced) If I'm ever sick, or have any ailments, I'll call her and she'll answer me, along with some creepy information she didn't know about my personal life (IE if my liver hurts it's because I'm going through _______ this with _______) It's actually spooky at times. However, she's only told me not to hang out with my best friends because the moons were alligned the same way they were doing 9/11.
But here's why I'm sitting down and writing something about them for the first time in almost a decade.
I can't think of the last time I've truly asked my parents for anything. It might have either been a christmas or my birthday, when I really wanted a n64, or a dreamcast, or that whittling kit I wanted when i was 7 and got when I was 14. But in all honesty, it's been awhile since I think I actually asked for something I really wanted.
But what do they do? Without me asking, they go ahead and do it.
My father, is spearheading fixing, moving,reparing, and hunting down the parts for my defunct motorcycle. He put it on my shoulders to do. I didn't do it, I couldn't almost, and I gave up. But low and behold, him being the stubborn mule, goes and does it himself. He did it without me asking, just because he's crazy. And he is, my father is losing his mind slowly.
My mother, which I honestly cannot thank enough, is helping me with my money issues. I made a few mistakes moving to Seattle. She not only is advising ways to get out of it, she's helping more than I could possibly ask for (and I never would) It's to the point on the phone this morning half groggy from sleep all I said say is thank you, and I think she replied I know. And I think she got it, even with me being barely awake. But with both my parents, how do you ever thank them for ruining their lives for years, and then thanking them for continuing to put up with you after your gone? Parents are weird things.
My dad is still mad I never went to a four year college, and I'm convinced my mother is still mad at me for wearing the same pair of pants for 3.5 months straight, without washing them.
My parents are both crazy, in their own right. But I love them both. I have a tattoo of my heart on my chest, it's they've because of my love of certain people. My parents, both are included in that, and they will both have a unique addition to my heart tattoo, at they're own request.
I love my parents, honestly. Not only are they my guardians and mentors through life, they're my friends. They support me through all my "phases" ( I still remember the day my Mom said once I started dying my hair it was a phase that would grow out, little did she know it would take 5+ years) or my dad saying "Get that tattoo after I die" (which I got 1.5 weeks later) They still support me through all of my mistakes, I've yelled at them drunk, I've vomited in their bathrooms, I've stolen their booze (by the way mom, that cherry liquour you never drank or strained you made with jerry/debby, which you threw away when we moved, was over 70% water at that point) I have endless inside jokes about you both. Honestly? The only thing missing, is I doubt ever I'll sit down and get with either of them. Maybe if I get married. If I get married, my dad has to drink and get drunk with me, if that happens before he dies. Life goal, get both my parents drunk in the same room. I expect great things.
So this is for specific reasons why this comes up, but first, I need to recap (as I explain to people to don't know them) who my parents are.
My father, is in his mid 60's grew up in new york, is jewish, and has a doctorate. He has multiple brothers, who all have doctorates. That is the best way to describe my father.
My mother (which for lack of a better term, side note, I've been saying this for over 6 years) is a hippy. Not Diane Moondancer hippy, but for lack of the better term hippy. She's an acupuncturist (I still can't spell that word after 22 years, i think it's right) and can cure your alergies. And she actually can. She's the reason why I don't trust M.D's (and techinically i think my father is one..? Don't delve deep into that sword since they're divorced) If I'm ever sick, or have any ailments, I'll call her and she'll answer me, along with some creepy information she didn't know about my personal life (IE if my liver hurts it's because I'm going through _______ this with _______) It's actually spooky at times. However, she's only told me not to hang out with my best friends because the moons were alligned the same way they were doing 9/11.
But here's why I'm sitting down and writing something about them for the first time in almost a decade.
I can't think of the last time I've truly asked my parents for anything. It might have either been a christmas or my birthday, when I really wanted a n64, or a dreamcast, or that whittling kit I wanted when i was 7 and got when I was 14. But in all honesty, it's been awhile since I think I actually asked for something I really wanted.
But what do they do? Without me asking, they go ahead and do it.
My father, is spearheading fixing, moving,reparing, and hunting down the parts for my defunct motorcycle. He put it on my shoulders to do. I didn't do it, I couldn't almost, and I gave up. But low and behold, him being the stubborn mule, goes and does it himself. He did it without me asking, just because he's crazy. And he is, my father is losing his mind slowly.
My mother, which I honestly cannot thank enough, is helping me with my money issues. I made a few mistakes moving to Seattle. She not only is advising ways to get out of it, she's helping more than I could possibly ask for (and I never would) It's to the point on the phone this morning half groggy from sleep all I said say is thank you, and I think she replied I know. And I think she got it, even with me being barely awake. But with both my parents, how do you ever thank them for ruining their lives for years, and then thanking them for continuing to put up with you after your gone? Parents are weird things.
My dad is still mad I never went to a four year college, and I'm convinced my mother is still mad at me for wearing the same pair of pants for 3.5 months straight, without washing them.
My parents are both crazy, in their own right. But I love them both. I have a tattoo of my heart on my chest, it's they've because of my love of certain people. My parents, both are included in that, and they will both have a unique addition to my heart tattoo, at they're own request.
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barely:
Edited to add: I definitely wear the same pants without washing them for that long, too. See? We just get each other.
lankakitten:
My kiddo.
