More Ranting

See, this is what happens when i'm deprived of a place to vent....especially on a weekend filled with family.  Don't get me wrong, they're great....but too much light makes the baby go blind, so to speak.

 

Rant #361:  Genghis: So, one of my friends came over and was telling my family about a restaraunt that she went to called "Genghis Kahn" that is a Mongolian barbecue style restaurant.  My mom chimes in and says "Oh, you're father and I went to a restaurant like that last month."  And before the conversation started, I knew it would be trouble.  "What was that called, mom?"  I inquired.  My mom thought about it and replied "I think it was called "Janjes"."  "Ganges?" my sister asked.  "No, "jenjis"."  Sigh.  "Mom, was it spelled "G-E-N-G-H-I-S?"  "Yes, I think so"  Defeated, I say "It's pronounced "Genghis" and it's the same place we've been talking about."  and for the next THIRTY MINUTES we argued about whether it was the same place in the same same location; all the meanwhile my mom is repeating "Jenjis", "Janjis", "Jingus"....  Kill Me.  The conversation ended only when my sister pleaded "Oh, please make this stop!"

 

Rant #734:  The Great Mattress Swap 2005: My mom keeps a very tidy home (except for mousepads) and at any moment there are seven perfectly made beds throughout the house (yes, seven; don't ask).  On this particular weekend, we were having a plethora of houseguests which would require the service of ALL of these beds.  Families, and grandmas, and kids...oh my!  But, in order for everyone to be completely comfortable....at least, according to my mom's head....all the beds would have to be rearranged.  Over the course of four hours, my sister and I [under the unyielding fist of my mother] moved 5 of the seven beds [mattress, box spring, headboard, frame] up and down three staircases and reassembled them in their new homes.  Some mattresses were promoted (two twins to a King, hooray!), some were de-moted (sorry pal, you gotta go to the room over the garage); but all in all, the move was satisfactory to almost everyone.  Almost.  I slept on the couch.

 

Rant #921:  Blowing Up:  My parents have this great gas furnace.  Unfortunately, the pilot light always goes out.  If you know my parents, you would know that they think disaster is around every corner.  They are convinced that this thing is going to explode at any second.  I knew this fact when my mom asked me to re-light the pilot light.  What I did not know or notice is that they all left the room for fear of explosion, leaving me there by myself.....but at least they called my sister out of the room because she would be the fastest driver to the hospital.  Thanks for thinking of me guys.