spoke

So, my sis never showed up with the kids.

I get up, stumbled towards making coffee, notice my brother online... see wildflower for more on that. O.o

I call Dad to see if he has the new number. He does not, but tells me Patricia went home after I saw her. Still didn't feel right about Nathaniel. So she took him to thier doctor.

Who informs her he does have a fracture in his wrist. >.< So, I don't know if she's at home making sure he takes care of his little wrist or what. x.x

I'm tempted to drive out and see, but I don't know how to find them! :(

Edit

So she calls Dad, and he brings out the cell phone to let her update me. Nathaniel has a nice cast on his wrist now. Which he is not really happy about - he keeps telling Mommy that he's going to get this off real soon. He has a way of saying these things so they're declarative and yet questions >.< She keeps telling him, 'No, sweetie. Not for a long time yet.'

But. It is good for him, and visits will be taken care of later? He's being babied, and he's going to get everyone to sign his cast, and all the good stuff.

Also, she's going to talk to a lawyer, and see if she can't, at the least, scare the living daylights out of these people. Sheer incompetence, because she wanted to them to do x-rays or whatever and they brushed her off. >:O

7:00 I had this long, pseudo-philosopical entry written up. While I was falling asleep. << Yeah, so this was not my brightest moment.

And the point I gathered from some pages of rambling was one I remembered on my own. I had promised myself that I would wait until I had all the Samurai Troopers dvds, and gosh darn it! I was going to keep that promise. Mostly as a point of self-discipline, but still. ^^; And in the interest of pursuing nostalgia, and stopping myself watching the dvds, I was going to go through and watch my old tapes one last time, and make commentary like I did with Kingdom Hearts, and take the day off doing anything but that and writing and maybe a little bit of cleaning my room. And I was happy with my decision and looking forward to today and nostalgia and... well...

I get up and there's this package. And i'm thinking, surely this can't be... but it IS! ^___^
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It is, it is, it is! :D
:D
At last, my collection is complete!*.*

And then it hits me, as I am making plans in my head as to how I will go about this, that my plans have been thrown? Or at least it feels like it, slightly... Or perhaps the shock of them arriving so soon has addled my poor little brain. << Also, I don't like my plans to be changed even by good surprises, and will sometimes be irrationally stubborn... Am I being irrational? I feel like I should still wait and watch the tapes first and then the dvds... but they're right here in front of me, shiny pretty dvds! *.*

7:42 Dad has let me know that he wants 24 recorded. Am soooo tempted to tell him something I would never actually tell him.

Why do I have to be the good daughter? Why can't I be the evil one?

Oh wait, because she has four kids, and much as love them, I do not want any my own yet... possibly ever? But they're so sweet and intelligent and precious...

Lurking in the next room, leaning against a table, is a cd/dvd/vhs cabinet. I choose to purchase this after going through the ritual of tiltting my old cabinet and pushing at the broken door thereof for the hundreth time. Now, I must wait for my Dad to come home, that I might pester him for a screwdriver, that I might begin assembling. <<

>> And, in the words of heroes everywhere before the s*&# hits the fan, 'I have a bad feeling about this.'

Also, while shopping, I wandered through the toy section, idly wondering when my sister would tell me what toys to get. And saw this little fluffy stuffed dog, that sort of looks like a Doberman.

At this point, I must point out: I hate dogs. Not to the extent of wanting to kill them or anything, I'm fine as long as they leave me alone? Some of them even look beautiful, I just don't want them near me. Too many encounters with vicious dogs as a kid, due to the redneck penchant for letting the sort of dog that shouldn't be allowed anywhere near kids to run loose in the neighborhood. I'm talking pit bulls, chow-chow (which are okay with thier own families, but everyone outside of that is a threat apparently) Doberman, Rottweiler, etc. Occasionally, someone would get something cute and small, like a Pekinese. Those I almost felt sorry for, seeing as they didn''t last long. The only small dogs that did were like, varities of bloodhounds.

*blinks at what she's just written*

And that is enough NaNo-like rambling on the subject of dogs, lest I start going on about the evils of each particular type of dog and end up with an essay. Back to my original point: the little fluffy Doberman? Is now sitting on top of my computer, due to Raphael, main character of my NaNo, popping up and insisting it was 'him.' <<

>> .2 seconds later, a patch-patterned stuff cat joined it. That would be Donovan, his ex-boyfriend from college and current second in charge of thier expedition. O.o

This all made me think of the stuffed frog in my room, whose name is Trevor, and the little black cat with a witch's hat that I picked up just after Halloween" Minerva. And I wondered, when did I pick up this habit of having stuffed toys that represent characters? And then I remembered that when I was little, all my stuffed toys were people. Now, apparently, all my people need to be stuffed toys as well. ^_^;;

The biggest problem caused by this? Aidan, second main character and love of Raphael's life (once the moron stops freaking about the past) is a bird. Oh, he's definately a bird. But where the heck am I going to find a stuffed bird?! I looked! They don't exist, at least not in Wal-Mart! And he's sulking because he doesn't have a stuffed representitive for me set by Raphael. << Okay, so that's actually pretty funny. XD *restrains herself from pointing at her most talkative NaNo and laughing*

Also, because I need to get this out of my system before I'll be able to write: ( Continuing Adventures in Kingdom Hearts )