But first a little note as to why I refuse to add my folks on facebook.
Really, I should learn to use viso. It all about venn diagrams.
My life.
My parents life.
Imagine, if you will, that certain aspects of our lives intersect. Its inevitable. Xmas holidays. Occasional stressful visits to Edmonton. However, those areas of the venn diagram which do not intersect are nice, stress-free parts of our lives. And occasionally, the venn diagram is expanded and more parts of their lives intersect with mine. Like this weekend. Friday stumbles along and I get a text from my father (in broken english) asking if I'm home cause they want to chat. Nothing big. Just a friendly chat. I respond that I'm not home and since its a lovely weekend, I dont know when I will be home. Flash forward to Saturday. I get home for all of an hour to shower - theres a little blinking light on my phone saying my parents called (thankfully I dont have voice mail). Sigh. I told them yesterday I wasn't going to be home. Flash forward to Sunday. I'm home for 20 minutes to shower. Once again, a little blinking light telling me my parents called again. Sigh. Le sigh actually.
Maybe something is wrong. but surely if someone died, they would and could call me on my cell. But they didn't.
Flash forward to yesterday. I step thru the front door at 530 with groceries and my phone rings. Its my mom. just wanting to chat. "Where were you this weekend?"
Fucking a random Albertan many times while drinking booze and driving insanely around Edmonton.
Is what I wanted to say.
So I chat mindlessly while she asks me a million questions which I'm not prepared to answer (I'm not in the mood to explain that my boss starts tomorrow and hes got his Masters and he seems to specialize in South Africa and my weekend was good and filled with outdoor activities etc etc etc). Hell, Ive just stepped thru the door. Its obvious after about 10 minutes that I'm not going to reveal that I've somehow gotten engaged this weekend and am planning on building a 4 story house in Orange County with a guest suite just for them.
So we hang up.
And I start to realize that thats its 1.5 months till they come visit.
This is why I am not adding them on facebook.
My life.
Their life.
And only in perscribed and safe areas should the two meet.
My life.
My parents life.
Imagine, if you will, that certain aspects of our lives intersect. Its inevitable. Xmas holidays. Occasional stressful visits to Edmonton. However, those areas of the venn diagram which do not intersect are nice, stress-free parts of our lives. And occasionally, the venn diagram is expanded and more parts of their lives intersect with mine. Like this weekend. Friday stumbles along and I get a text from my father (in broken english) asking if I'm home cause they want to chat. Nothing big. Just a friendly chat. I respond that I'm not home and since its a lovely weekend, I dont know when I will be home. Flash forward to Saturday. I get home for all of an hour to shower - theres a little blinking light on my phone saying my parents called (thankfully I dont have voice mail). Sigh. I told them yesterday I wasn't going to be home. Flash forward to Sunday. I'm home for 20 minutes to shower. Once again, a little blinking light telling me my parents called again. Sigh. Le sigh actually.
Maybe something is wrong. but surely if someone died, they would and could call me on my cell. But they didn't.
Flash forward to yesterday. I step thru the front door at 530 with groceries and my phone rings. Its my mom. just wanting to chat. "Where were you this weekend?"
Fucking a random Albertan many times while drinking booze and driving insanely around Edmonton.
Is what I wanted to say.
So I chat mindlessly while she asks me a million questions which I'm not prepared to answer (I'm not in the mood to explain that my boss starts tomorrow and hes got his Masters and he seems to specialize in South Africa and my weekend was good and filled with outdoor activities etc etc etc). Hell, Ive just stepped thru the door. Its obvious after about 10 minutes that I'm not going to reveal that I've somehow gotten engaged this weekend and am planning on building a 4 story house in Orange County with a guest suite just for them.
So we hang up.
And I start to realize that thats its 1.5 months till they come visit.
This is why I am not adding them on facebook.
My life.
Their life.
And only in perscribed and safe areas should the two meet.
