Having an Operation is Delicious?

Today was a pretty good day, especially in comparison to recent days. I woke at about 7:30 AM to my sister's cat again howling at my window. Instead of just bearing it, I decided to let him in through the back door so I could go back to sleep. I had to explain this to my mom as she was already up. I woke again around 10:30 AM and was up for good this time. Shortly after waking though I realized that my mom said we would get my Wii today though I remembered the bank closes at 12 on Saturdays. Well the van still wasn't working today so we couldn't go do that anyway and after telling my mom this she mentioned the bank closing would not be a problem as she could just charge it too her credit card then I could just pay her back.

My dad and sister Lindsay were supposed to come over today to pick up some more of her things as well as jump off the van so it would start. Turns out they were flaky once more and decided that Lindsay had plans to have friends over and that he would cook burgers for them. They didn't even bother to call and say they weren't coming. Instead, they plan to come on Monday and I'm sure it is because they want to come over when my mom will not be here so that they do not have to deal with her. The cowards. In addition to not calling which was pretty irritating, my dad practically rubbed it in my mom's face that he was cooking burgers knowing that she would not be given any, and of course, neither would I but I am of lesser importance. Not only this, but since my dad decided it wasn't important enough for him to come and fix our van, he sent his friend Shorty to do it instead. Luckily, he was very nice and good-natured about the whole thing. He didn't take my dad's side nor my mom's which is good though he did agree that many things my dad had done were not acceptable.

We chatted and had a bit of fun while he worked on jump-starting our van. Turns out, the problem really wasn't my fault when the van would not start yesterday. Shorty had checked our engine oil and we were 2 quarts low. Apparently when the oil gets too low the vehicle shuts down and will refuse to start back up as a protective mechanism. This means when my dad said he put a quart of oil in the van about a week ago he either forgot and told my mom he did so she would not be mad, or he just chose not to do it for whatever reason then told her he did. We do have a leak but we found it was not severe enough to drain that much oil in so little time.

The van at this point was operational, sorta, but Shorty went ahead to buy some oil to put in it. While he was gone I decided to put some primer on this nice little metal stand that a friend of my grandma had given me. It was gold but a lot of paint was coming off and was rusty. When Shorty came back he instructed us to drive into town ex far then back again, turn it off, and after about 10 minutes to try starting it again. We did so but before going home we stopped by his house for awhile. he had asked us to pick him up some cigarettes which I am assuming he decided would be his payment for his service since my mom insisted on giving him money. We stayed there awhile and met his wife. They are so nice and welcoming. We ended up being there longer than expected but it was all right, we all were having fun. We talked a lot about cooking and other things about food. And... Short jokes.. Somehow, when I'm around, this almost ALWAYS comes up. I think we ended up hanging around there for a good hour and thirty minutes before we left.

We went home and I quickly finished my priming on the little stand I was working on. I didn't have much choice but to be done priming it. I kinda emptied the entire bottle on the darn thing. But it needed it. Tomorrow I will be coating it with a nice gold-colored aerosol paint to finish it off, provided the weather is mild. We have a few gold blades of grass near the front porch. I wanted to make sure it was a nice shiny gold. It is. I really wanted to go ahead and put the gold on but it was getting rather dark and cold so I just went inside and played Phantom Hourglass for awhile, ate supper and played more Phantom Hourglass.

My sister Leighanna randomly thought of a game she has called Apples to Apples. If you don't know what that game is, each player gets 7 red cards with various things written on them. One person is the judge and this changes clockwise each round. The judge will put out a green card that is some sort of descriptive word like silly, delicious, boring, etc. The players aside from the judge put down a card from their hand that matches the green card in a funny, serious, ironic, sarcastic or any other connection they make between the two cards. All player cards are shuffled so that the judge cannot tell what card belongs to whom then looks them over and decides which they like best for whatever reason. The owner of the winning card gets to take the green card. Usually a player wins when the first person to reach whatever number of cards that was agreed upon but you can also just play till you get bored or set a certain amount of time. In any of these ways, whomever has the most green cards is the winner. This game ALWAYS creates plenty of fun and laughter as well as weird and sometimes concerned expressions. Of all the games I've played that sometimes or even oftentimes end up in a fight, I do not think we have ever fought about this one. Tonight my mom, sister and I ended up with very close amounts of cards. We had just played till my mom was getting too tired to continue. My mom counted her cards, commenting on how she found it weird that she ended up with thirty cards exact. I counted mine, and found it odd that I too had 30 cards exact. My sister though won with thirty one cards.

This game is the reason behind the title of this post. The green card that was down was "Delicious" and I think it was my sister who had placed the "Having an Operation" card on it. I believe she was the one who won that round, merely cause it was hilarious, we all broke out laughing, and it was rather disturbing all at the same time. I became pretty depressed and bored after we put the game away. It's so hard going from being happy, laughing and having a good time to doing nothing and the next thing to do is writing a blog post. Sure I sorta have fun with this, at least at first, but recently it's felt more like a chore. I know I don't have to post if I do not want to but I guess just knowing how much I type is a bit intimidating. I always end up making the post anyway. I like to get it out of the way instead of procrastinating on it. I do not write my post at night because I am trying to put it off; I write it at night because my posts are a recap of the day gone by and I don't feel like making more than one per day. That way I don't have to break constantly to go update my blog and I can just enjoy my day then, the only things I do not post about are all the tiny insignificant details plus things I fail to recollect. I promise, no one is missing out on much if anything. Well that's all I have to say for today. Bye!