Tick Tock Tick Tock

Have I told you how much I hated...

MOZILLA FIREFOX SUCKS/F*CK/PISSING THE SH*T OUT OF ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

well... explorer is none the better...


Now... where were we...hmmm


Oh yeah, mommy dearest pulling the guilt trip on me ....... over a damn GRANDFATHER CLOCK!!!

Mom : GiGi, I want to ask you a small favor... I been meaning to ask for you awhile.

(I know exactly what she wants to ask .. so I jumped in and completed her sentence)

GiGi : You wanted to buy the clock?!!

Mom : Yeah, you know that will make me very happy. You know how I always wanted to have one.

(me, stone silence...continues reading the Saturday papers).

Mom : Why wont you let me buy them. You never let me buy anything (this part is not true.. I let her buy the 8 setter dinner table... which WE DON'T NEED). Tell me why, don't just keep quiet. Talk to me.

(me.. piss.. cuz its...A WASTE OF MONEY... but of course you know I'm going to say that already)

Mom : I remembers what your dad said, that I should buy something if it makes me happy. I have the money, you don't have to pay for it. (her voice starts to crack up...oh hell.... she sniffling).

Oh hayle nawwww, yeah you have to mention dad don't you....

(me, still keeping my mouth shut, cuz I know I would say something I would regret later).

Seeing that I'm not budging from my seat or about to make any comment on her request, she took her hankie, wipe the tear away and excuse herself.

YEAH I FEEL REAL LOUSY AFTER THAT.......thanks mom!!

I could have said... AND WHOSE HOUSE IS THIS MOM?... yeah I know that's cold and I will catch hell from both side of the family clans... so I keep my mouth shut.

See, mommy dearest have the habit to fill up every corner of the house with either a piece of furniture, big vase full of flowers (which I hated) or anything that she thinks it makes the house look *nice*.

Me... I like my house BARE!!!... the lesser the furniture the better!!!! No clutters!!! But noooooo.. mommy dearest not having none of that. She gets mad, when I moved one of the big ass vase to another room!!

One fine day, when I came back from work, mommy dearest was not home. No notes, no messages, nada!! Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door. And there she stood all huffing and puffing (mom in her 50's). She managed to con one of her lady friend to help her carry a set of wooden stool (and trust me, I won't even buy it from the salvation army) from one of her furniture spree. Her friend was smart enough to drop it off and quickly excuse herself home, cuz I'm sure she must have seen the look on my face.

Mom, ever so nonchalantly set the stool in the living room and expect me to be excited about her purchased. Me, I pretend the stools don't exist and just go about doing my daily routine and it went on for almost 3 weeks without me commenting on her purchase. Finally she breaks down and commented that it was on sale and it goes well with the rest of the furniture. She thought, I would be delighted with her news flash. Errk... wrong!! I kept my mouth shut, ate my dinner and totally ignored the 2 ugly stool that is now *guarding* the potted plant.... sigh. For pete sake, none of the guests wanted to sit on the damn stool, they prefers to sit on the damn floor!!

You see where I'm going with this? Sigh... she walks around the whole afternoon moping and finally I gives in. Told her, she can go and buy it, just don't ask me to come along on her grandfather clock hunt.

Argghhhh... I'm so not looking forward her purchase of the damn clock.