2000-10-26 - 22:48:56

I'm still in pain. Other than that, it's been an alright day.

I went home last night to see if the magical world of parents could help me with my tummy problem. I don't know why I always think going home will help when I should know darn well by now that it justs exacerbates the problem.

I'm not dissing the 'rents by any means. They have done a pretty damn good job raising their four children and two of their five grandchildren. They never hit me, unless I needed it. They were always supportive and have been kind enough to pay for my college education.

But sometimes the decisions they make baffle me.

We have six cars, only two of which run well, the third on its last leg, the fourth in the midst of getting fixed and two that will never run again. Instead of just admitting defeat and selling the two or just getting rid of them, my parents hold onto them like they're going to magically start one day. And instead of buying a nice new used car, they keep reviving this poor car like Lazarus, but when Lazarus died the second time, he wasn't raised. This poor car has died like ten times and yet dad keeps finding a way to jury rig it back to life.

JUST BUY A NEW DAMN CAR!

Save yourself the stress and worry and spend the money people!

It's not like we don't have it.

My parents are the only people I know who have six cars (one of which is a corvette), two houses, two plots of land in very expensive places, a dump truck, a backhoe, a track loader, a mobile home, two boats, two jetskis, two tractors and are putting a child through college, yet profess to have no money!

They drop money like (insert your own analogy here). I can come home and my mom be like, "hey come see what I bought," being stupid like I am, I always assume that she bought a flower, or maybe a new kitchen appliance. But no, I always get the joy of beholding a brank spankin' new lawn mower or chainsaw. (My mom owns too many chainsaws not to be wanted for murder somewhere in the world.)

It's just amazing the random shit we have in and around the house. Yes, in true redneck fashion, we have rusted car parts, oil cans, bushhogs and other whatnot lying around the back yard. And a horse, don't forget the horse.

I guess its all just a part of being a Tomato. I think I'm the only person who can say going home is an adventure because God only knows what I'll find there. "Oh look, Mom bought the Holy Grail."

~ FuzzyTomato