What do you want for dinner? April 06, 2002 - 10:36 p.m.

My friend invited me out to the lake last night. This is the same house I was living in just over a year ago, taking care of 20 some odd dogs, a few cats, and even a 9 year old kid for awhile. This is where I was when I became more of an internet fiend. I hadn't seen her in ages, so it was cool to hang out. Even if it was just a short time. So Romie and I had a night out. (He got to play with Kess and run through the woods.)

She picked up a pregnant beagle on the side of the road, and it had puppies four days ago. I held 3 day old puppies!!! So incredibly adorable. 7 girls. 2 boys. They still couldn't open their eyes or walk of course. When they crawled around, they looked like frogs or sea turtles swimming in water. The one I got attached to (she fell asleep in my hand) was mostly grey with black specks. I found out later that she was the runt of the litter. That figures. (If you knew me well, you would say 'that figures' too.) I should never go back and see them, or I'll end up wanting to keep one.

We then watched Resident Evil on the computer. It was actually pretty groovy. Zombies are always good. But I can't seem to get into movies on the computer. I get all anxious. I think it's the mouse and keyboard... they're taunting me. 'Come play with us... You know you want to...' And they're right. I do. I'm all about multi-tasking, so sitting still at the desk just doesn't work for me.

Earlier today my mom and I watched The Mummy and The Mummy Returns. I've always dug egyptian mythology (just don't quiz me) so of course I enjoyed those movies. But then again, I'm a movie whore and there's rarely a movie I don't like. No one should ever decide to see a movie based on my opinion. Otherwise, they'll watch just about every flick ever made. Not that this is a bad thing... even bad movies are good for something. Besides, I'm a firm believer of people making their own opinions.

So anyhow. (nice segue, huh?) My boyfriend had rented Mummy Returns and wanted to watch it again before having to return it. Instead of him stopping by my house after work, at 3am to get it, my mom decided to take it, as well as lunch, to him at work. (Yeah, I realize I need a lesson in sentence structuring.) What a complete pain in the ass that was! Let me jump ahead and say I'm not pissed or anything, I'm just noting the annoyance of the situation. It just sucked having to be the middle man between the two of them. Neither of them could agree on what to have. And he was working, so arrangements were made over a series of several phone calls. Why I didn't just have her talk to him is beyond me. Then they could have worked it out themselves. You know the 'dinner game'?

"What do you want for dinner?"

"I don't know, what do you want for dinner?"

"I don't know.........."

Ugly cycle. Horribly painful as well. Not to mention useless. And I feel she's conditioned me to be that person. I'm so not picky when it comes to food and I'm fairly certain it's because she's overly picky. She has an idea of what she wants, and if you stray too far from that narrow idea, she takes on this whole pissy guilt-trip thing. And of course I, being the type to stay far away from confrontation, was more than happy to oblige her with whatever dinner she felt worthy of the evening. I guess her old age finally kicked the 'set in her own ways' crap. You know, every one should agree with her opinion, and if they don't, something must be seriously wrong with them.

Fucking old people.

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