Baby_Maser
Baby_Maser was born to parents married thrice unsuccessfully. The good news is that the divorces worked. Phew! I was but a wee one when last they tied and then subsequently loosened the knot. I imagine my dad sitting in the delivery room and, upon my arrival, standing up in the chair and saying, "Fuck this!"
I kid, I kid.
Since that time, Baby_Maser grew up... well, sort of anyway. :D
Mom, hence then, remarried, but this one went south because my Step-Maser... uh, I mean step-"father", was (we suspect) unfaithful. He has since left, and the upheaval that has caused has seen my mother, grandmother, and myself move to a rental house. The old house has been sold. The prick step-father is no mas!
I'm now in the process of seguing from the rental house to an apartment because I'm 27 years old, damnit! And my mother is finally allowing it... Just kidding ;) I spent a number of good years in college apartments, and I'm looking forward to getting out again.
Anyway, Mom and Grandma will have to move to a permanent residence in five months. So, we get to do it all over again! Yippee!
First five people to sign up for moving duty get a free back-brace and a coupon for fifty cents off Doan's backache pills. Not all at once! :)
I kid, I kid.
Since that time, Baby_Maser grew up... well, sort of anyway. :D
Mom, hence then, remarried, but this one went south because my Step-Maser... uh, I mean step-"father", was (we suspect) unfaithful. He has since left, and the upheaval that has caused has seen my mother, grandmother, and myself move to a rental house. The old house has been sold. The prick step-father is no mas!
I'm now in the process of seguing from the rental house to an apartment because I'm 27 years old, damnit! And my mother is finally allowing it... Just kidding ;) I spent a number of good years in college apartments, and I'm looking forward to getting out again.
Anyway, Mom and Grandma will have to move to a permanent residence in five months. So, we get to do it all over again! Yippee!
First five people to sign up for moving duty get a free back-brace and a coupon for fifty cents off Doan's backache pills. Not all at once! :)
posted by ruby maser at 6/02/2005 12:57:00 AM
6 Comments:
[disclaimer] I am NOT signing up for moving duty.
It sounds like a huge weight being lifted from three chests that the asshole is gone. Kudos.
I've seen adultery, divorce and remarriage in my family too. I know how much it all sucks. I feel like there's another disclaimer in my saying they are both happily remarried, but they're still with spouse #2 either way.
Oh, and hey... I didn't go to college so I've just been on my own since I was 18 (warped views, I was totally kicked out), although I did stay and pay rent for a bit one year at my dad's place when I was 19.
Come on... Moving duty! Houston heat! :D
I personally can't wait.
I'm sorry to hear that you were forced to move out so soon. It's tough out there, but it seems like you've flourished.
I certainly can't claim to have had a tough time of it. Six years in college and apartment life all while subsisting on loans, part-time jobs, and family assistance isn't exactly the real world, I know.
In the three years since then, living at home has certainly not been the burden that this new place is going to be.
I've contributed in both rent and sweat to earn my keep around there, but it doesn't stand up under fire like being truly self-sufficient does. There was always a fail-safe, and its easy to get complacent.
Maybe that is why I'm so happy to be making the switch. My family were not ready to see it happen, but I told them it had to be now.
As appreciative as I am of them, there is no real life in that kind of security. And I've stagnated without any real challenges.
I have no regrets, but I probably should have done it long ago...
Well, hopefully there is one thing you missed out on. Credit card debt. You don't have to tell me - but man, when you're young, working two or three jobs just to have an apt, a car and food to eat those CC get enticing. Car repairs, medical bills, home repairs, etc - it was ugly.
I'm 27, own my own townhome, am CC debt free, have excellent credit and will be poor again w/o full-time employment and health insurance in a month (I'm assuming I will quit once my LOA is over).
Love that reality!
Yes, reality... LOVE IT! ;)
Personally, I'm getting out. Hmm, I wonder if I have enough gas???
And watch out for flat tires on the way out of reality as well. Here's one for you:
My uncle was in Vegas earlier in the year. He and his wife were playing slots, had been for several hours. He's not having any luck at the one he's on, so he moves further off to another one. While he's away, a lady walks up to the one he was playing on first, puts a few dollars in, and wins... TA-TA-DA!... the progressive jackpot. That's 2.6 million reasons that say that when you leave a slot machine, get far enough away that you can't identify that it was yours.
And I was getting ready for the ol' "you know who my favorite uncle is?" routine
:o
Yes, definitely get the hell away from that 'used up' slot.
hee hee
[cooing] Who's your uncle?
ha ha
Ladies, he's happily married! But, he shares your love of high latitudes, crazy Alaskan that he is.
Anyway, if he had one the 2.6 mil, I would have had dibs
:-p
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