Sorry for the title, I've gone slightly movie crazed lately lol

I THINK I finally have the home computer fixed but if I disappear again, you know why. A hidden virus has come back to light.

Okay so. On to news. First being, my aunt and uncle's party. Went pretty smooth accept that not even half of the expected people showed up. Kinda pissed me off, I mean this is the last time anyone will get to see them until December and no one bothers to show? Kind of inconsiderate don't ya think?

We ended up with a ton of leftovers lol My grandma and my cousins took a lot of the food home with them, but we ended up taking a lot home anyway. No idea why we always end up making so much food. Seems so silly to waste time and money making all that food no one really eats.

When we left mom cried a lot. Funny thing was she was the only one that cried. To me it's not that big of a deal, I mean generally the next time we see them is Thanksgiving, well, this time it's Christmas. (They're coming back for Martha's graduation, Dec 23rd, she will "finally" [her word] be out of nursing school lol)

Yesterday mom was close to unbearable. She was snappy and negative and mean all day. I told her to just quit it, ever since she got home she was acting like Eeyore. I didn't say it mad or anything, I said it like I was just tired of the attitude and wanted her to start acting like herself. She then refused to talk to me for almost an hour. I had to go upstairs and call dad, I asked him where the hell he was I was dying here. He then relayed to me that she'd been like this all day. Ooooh joy. Anyway after dad got home she seemed to calm down. I don't know, I guess I just irritate her sometimes. The two weeks in NYC is going to be such a relief lol

We got a visit from the police department, serving foreclosure papers (not to us, we just had to be notified). Apparently Mike P. has about 30 houses total being foreclosed on. (I ought to put in his last name seeing how many people he's screwed over but I won't.) Anyway, we've gotten a release of contract for the contract for deed (like rent to own), and we're searching the market for the "perfect" house. Probably won't find it but something good would be nice lol We pay rent to Mike until we move out that's all. House is up for auction Sep 11th, and we have six months from that date to move out. So we're going to be okay. According to the lawyer anyway.

And now... About NYC.

Will's dad, Mike, is moving out Aug 26th. So Will's going to be in NC from the 26th to the 1st. His classes start back up on the 4th or 5th, I forget. And my parents are going to be gone Sep 14th-18th, I hope. If anyone knows how to get some really (and I mean really) cheap tickets to Vegas, they could use them. So far everything's too expensive, but they have a free hotel stay for then so I really want to find tickets. They need this.

Anywayyyy...

I booked my ticket last week, I'll be leaving Sep 18th at 7:00am from MSP and arrive at JFK at 10:35am lol I'm extremely excited. I don't even want to say when I'm coming back because quite frankly, I don't wanna lol But I will. Bah.

Could never let my parents hear my say that, they'd have a heart attack lol

What gets me is this... Here, I've been talking about this for months. I talked about it back when Will was here last. I asked my dad "is it ok if I miss your birthday, can we make up for it when I get back?" It's quite obvious what's going on, that I'm planning a trip, that everyone (including my very forgetful grandma) knows that I'm planning on leaving for New York in Sep.

I book the ticket after asking mom if she's ok taking me to the airport that early.

Everything goes perfectly, cept I don't have my credit card lol Left it at home. So I get home and walk Will through making the reservation for me. He did it perfectly. Even the seat I wanted.

We go to Rochester for mom's annual Mayo visit. I'm in a rush so I forget to mention it to dad. We're running late and there's supposed to be some storms. After last year's experience mom wants to be there well before any storms lol (We ended up following the massive storm last year from the TC to Rochester. Pitch black, strove lightning, pelting, can't-see-two-feet-ahead-rain lol Scariest storm I can ever remember being in.)

Well we get home the next day and the conversation goes like this:

Me(with a huge smile): "Oh! I forgot to tell you! I got the ticket booked yesterday!"

Dad(look of confusion): "Ticket? Ticket where?"

Me: "To New York of course" (insert nervous laugh)

Dad(looks completely stunned): "You're not going to New York."

Me(shocked and hurt): "Daddy... I've been talking about this for months..."

Mom(raised eyebrows): "Norm... She has been. She's talked to you about this."

Dad(looking lost still): "Oh... okay..."

Me(verge of tears): "Daddy, don't you remember me asking if it was okay? I didn't want to miss your birthday?"

Dad(slightly remembering): "Oh, right... Yeah, right..."

I felt like shit. Here I was so excited, so happy, I had done this all by myself, I was paying for everything with my own money, I didn't have to ask for any help (cept for a ride to MSP Int'l), and dad didn't even remember me ever bringing it up.

It's really starting to worry me and mom. His memory has gotten so bad. The other day I said a phrase that dad taught me, he's said all his life, mom even learned it from him back when they were dating and he looked at me, totally blank, and said "What does that mean?"

Mom and I both froze and stared at him, trying to figure out if he was kidding. He looked between us and said, almost angry, "I'm serious! I have no clue what that means!" Mom and I kinda laughed and then after seeing his face realized he was dead serious. He didn't remember it at all. I asked him again the other day if he remembered it, if it just happened to be that day, but no, he still didn't remember saying it.

I mean I have no clue what to do. This is the guy that refuses to go to a Dr even though he needs glasses really bad, even though he has high blood pressure, even though he has joint problems that interfere with life a lot of the time. How can we get him to go to a Dr for memory problems?

It's really scary. I mean, even my mom forgets stuff she said, etc, but not like dad. Not at all like dad. He's gotten a lot worse. And I know how much people are into jumping on the Alzheimer train, but I know there are a lot of things that could be causing this too. He can go all day without eating then decides that all he needs to eat for dinner is tuna salad and cheese, or twinkies. He smokes, he's under a lot of stress, he barely sleeps and when he does sleep, it's with the TV on, which as study after study will tell you, keeps the brain wide awake all night long. He's exhausted all the time, he doesn't take care of himself, and when he says he'll try, he never does.

Part of this is scary for the simple fact that I know if mom dies before dad, god forbid, dad would fall apart completely. I'd probably lose him within a year of her. And mom keeps insisting because she's a diabetic she's going to die first, but if you look at the two, she's in much better health. I hate thinking like that but my parents are in their mid-fifties, neither in great health. I have to think about it. I have to prepare for it. My father could have a heart attack any day, the way he's living.

I know that this may sound silly to some, but all I want, is for them to live long enough my children will know and remember them. I don't remember either of grandpas really well. My grandpa Clyde I don't remember at all. My grandpa Don I remember better but I wouldn't say I knew him. My grandma Barbara I'd just gotten to know when they Drs screwed up her medication and killed her.

Ugh, I hate thinking this much.

Okay time to be all happy happy lol

I'm going to New York! Will and I will have been together for three years Sep 1st! Wooo! This is great! lol

Just a bit longer and we'll be looking for a place here for us. I can't wait :o)