Wild Hogs 

Mr. Nick and I saw Wild Hogs last night. I was expecting something funny and entertaining. But it was real snoozer. Not funny. Just lots of scenes of 4 guys on a highway. No character development. What got to me most was why this movie is rated PG. I guess there are guidelines for these kind of ratings, but I don't think a line like "your wife makes me hard" is really PG. And Ray Liota's character just yelled a lot. The only thing I liked about the movie was Marisa Tomei and she hardly had any lines.

So, Wild Hogs would have been better off as a rental...or not seen at all! 

I originally wanted to name this blog post "Daddy's a bitch" but that wouldn't have been very nice. However, last night I did say that my dad was being a bitch.

Daddy 

Here comes a dad rant... 

A little background...my dad is old school and since in his parents' day they didn't do wills...he seems rather against having one of his own. Well, fine...but I have no idea what assets and liabilities he has. I just want him to have a will so I don't have to deal with the runaround when he kicks the can. Selfish, perhaps...but why make life harder? So since me encouraging him to get a will isn't working, I'm trying to get my name added to whatever I can so I can have legal access...you know, like bank accounts, etc. He seems to think his next of kin has sorts of legal rights. And as if a piece of paper with instructions I am supposed to find after his death is going to hold any water.

Anyway, a while back, we talked about adding me to his safety deposit box. And last week, he finally decided that he wanted me granted access. Since I'm at work during regular weekday banking hours, I suggested this coming Saturday (I was out of town last Saturday). He was like, "okay, call me the Friday before, and we will see about going to the bank." @#$! I don't know why he always does that...has me pick a time and day for something...but only to be tentative. I was like "what? No, I am saying we are going Saturday." "Okay, so call me Friday so we can decide about going." Why is it so hard to plan ahead and stick with it??

I decided to call him yesterday instead of waiting until Friday since I already knew what was going to work for me. I told him the bank was open until 4 on Saturday and suggested meeting at 3. I'd have preferred going in the morning, but going there would have been totally out of my way since I'll be at Mr. Nick's which is close to my dance class. No sense in traveling an extra 30 km. Here goes the conversation:

Dad: 3? Can't you go in the morning?
Me: No.
Dad: Well, fine. Call me Saturday so we can discuss going to the bank.
Me: What are you talking about? We're setting up a time now. 3 o'clock.
Dad: Yes, call me Saturday so we can discuss.
Me: Didn't we decide we're meeting at 3?
Dad: [Loosely translated] If you really cared, you'll go to the bank.
Me: Yeah, we're going to the bank at 3.

I had called him on my way home from work around 5:15. He had called my home shortly before 6 and left a voice mail. It wasn't his usual "call me." It was detailed. He said, "since you're so busy, you can forget about going to the bank on Saturday. Never mind."

Bitch? Yes.

Who said I was busy? (Well, even though I am, I figured going to the bank before it closed was a good compromise.)

One of the things I dislike about my dad is that he gets really awful when he doesn't get exactly what he wants. Often he uses volume and intimidation to get his way. It always worked on my mom, and it works on strangers because he rages. I always fear he will hurt someone (or himself) one day. He's never been violent, but he has the ability to be. Not because he wants to be, but he wants to prove that he will keep to his word. One time he was so angry with my mom, he threatened to burn our house down.

I told my mom about my conversation with my dad. I always call her to vent. She was like, "he's retired. He can't even adjust his own schedule?" She suggested I call him back. And I will, so we can confirm we're not going to the bank. I am sure it will piss off my dad that I am not begging him to change his mind and that I didn't bend to his attempted guilt trip.

A break-in

Mr. Nick's car got broken into while he was parked in my building last night :( I feel horrible even though it wasn't directly my fault. Now...had we had an extra gate....[insert boos to the other homeowners who voted against increasing security measures]