The market, my parents, and Saturday Night Live

First, my parents and the market.

We went to the farmer's market this morning. Maybe I should've stayed home. There weren't too many wasps, but when I flinched, Dad yelled at me, saying that it provokes them. Uh, Dad, what the heck was I supposed to do! It buzzed right in my ear! It's human nature to recoil!

And then we're walking back to the car, and Dad makes a sudden left turn, and I'm standing with Mom in between the sidewalks, and a car is stopped in front of Mom. So what does mom say?

"Sam, pay attention! It's like walking with a ten-year-old!"

Well, it's not my fault that Dad decides to make sudden turns when there's cars coming out everybody's ears.

Then in the evening, Mom's mad because she told Dad that she wanted to order Chinese take-out, and he started drinking. He only had one beer, so he was okay to drive, but Mom wasn't too keen on it. Which I totally get. Then, when I wrote down what we wanted to order so that my dad could read it aloud over the phone, I asked him if he could read it, because I made some errors with the pen, and my writing is a bit small. So he read, "Pork fried vice...", because apparently, I can't write. So I flew into a rage, and he flew into a rage, and I went downstairs and put my headphones on until Mom called me upstairs to watch the Major League Soccer game (Toronto FC beat New York 3-1, by the way!!!!!).

And now, for the SNL portion of this post.

I started watching season one of Saturday Night Live this afternoon while my mom was making grape jam. I ate some of the grapes, and they were pretty sour, but good. I got to see John Belushi's impression of Joe Cocker, which was hilarious!

Headache blues

Yep. I have one of those killer weather-change headaches. My mom gets them, too. So I was being really mean to people without meaning to. Sorry, mom.

The aspirin has taken the edge off, but I still have that annoying throb. But, at around 11:00, I can take another one. Huzzah.

Since no one had planned dinner, we ordered pasta from a local Italian restaurant. I love their pasta. So lovely. I got my usual fettuccine alfredo, mom got her usual gnocchi with picante sauce... is that how you spell it? Picante?

Well, spellcheck says no, but the substitute words don't seem right either. And I actually spelled fettucine wrong. lol.

I think I overate. I'm feeling awfully bloated, but that may be from all that butter in the sauce. Man, that sauce is rich! And there's so much sauce that I always soak up some of it with bread. Yum.

Since I'm feeling like a self-indulgent girl, I'm gonna put up a cool YouTube video.

First, the colour video. According to the info for this one, this was the original video, but Joan Jett didn't like how her red suit looked on video, so they decided to change it to black and white.



And here's the black and white one.




Personally, I think she looked good in the colour video.

And finally... one of my many favourite songs... Ballroom Blitz by The Sweet. YEAH!!!!!!!!!

My dad, the computer hog.

This drives me nuts.

So I was knitting and watching Last Comic Standing. Then Swingtown came on, so I got off the couch so that my dad, who was on the computer, could sit there. When he got off the computer, I asked him if he was finished. He said, "No." I think I also asked him if he was being sarcastic. He wasn't. So I went downstairs. I ate the rest of my chocolate, read knitting magazines and listened to Ringo Starr Live at Soundstage. Loudly.

He left that computer running unattended while he watched Swingtown. By the time he was finished, it was too late in the evening for me to go on. Actually, it was probably more like too early in the morning for me to go on, because he probably turned it off at around midnight, or a little bit after midnight.

If he had asked me to leave his browser open, I would have done that. But instead he just leaves it running and doesn't let me use it.

Stupid weather...

I can't go to the streetfest today because it's too hot and humid, and my mom can't take the weather. I don't blame her, but it's such a bummer, because I have money to spend, and my sister really wanted to go to the streetfest.

I'm also angry because my dad was bothering me when I was working on the first gauntlet. First, he distracted me by asking in the bag on the table full of stuff from the dentist was mine. Then, when I was so upset about a mistake in my gauntlet, he said, "Sobbing won't help!" Uh, dad, you don't even knit, so shut up!

Glad that's outta my system :)