Frank

I've been seriously neglecting my blog. I've been packing and moving and cleaning for what seems like a month (maybe it has been a month?) Nonetheless, i'm over it. I'm tired of putting things in boxes, when my boxes are always too big for the items, or if I fill the box up - then it's too heavy to lift and then I have to unpack and repack. This is our last week here, thank God. I'm over this town and the majority of the people in it. However, i'm already over the people where we are moving - my family.

For the last year, i've been considering getting a basset hound. They are small (well, short at least), lazy, and super cute. A friend of ours has a basset that just had pups so we went to see them - I didn't fall in love with any of the pups however..but I did fall in love with the father of the pups. It just so happens that they only got the male basset (Frank) to mate with their basset. Now that they have mated and had pups, they don't want Frank anymore. I've gotten deeply attached to Frank. I dream about him. I go visit our friend just to see Frank. Frank is even the wallpaper of my cellphone. We were given permission to have Frank - papers and all. But, the current owners want to let his original owners say their last goodbyes before giving him to us... Which was fine since we're in the process of moving anyway.

We met with my mother the other day midway between here and there to give her some of our boxes for her to take back with her. We had lunch and told her that we were rescuing a basset hound (he isn't in the best of situations). She didn't seem like she loved the idea, but she couldn't tell us no. I mean, the lady has 9 cat's and dogs - she has no room to talk. So, now that we had told my mom and she didn't say no, we figured we were all set to take Frank with us....Until today.

I called my mom on my way to Wal-mart to pick up my new, first pair of glasses (I look like a dork =/) I was telling her about some job possibilities and she just had a weird tone in her voice. She finally said, there's a problem with us getting the dog. I asked what and she told me that she spoke with my father about it and that he got angry and said that if we could afford a dog (what, like $20 a month in food?) that we could afford my insurance and cell phone bill. Now the only reason I hadn't been paying those things, was because I was in school and didn't have a job. The deal with my parents was they would pay those while I was in school. I just graduated and fully plan on getting a job asap once were moved. And then said that we weren't thinking this through and that it would be too hard for us to find a place to live with a dog and 2 cats - like I hadn't already thought about it. Basically, she was saying that we can't have him there. Lovely mom. I feel like a teenager all over again, being told what I can and cannot do. Fucking lovely.

So, we've decided that we are just going to take our savings and go ahead and get my own insurance and take my phone off of our family plan and start my own. I'm absolutely tired of my dad holding it over my head that he pays those 2 bills for me. He's done this before with other things. For instance, i'd get a tattoo (i'm super good friends with local artists, so a lot of my work has been insanely cheap if not free, plus I trade my hair services for tatts sometimes) anyway, i'd get one and he'd throw it in my face that he pays my insurance and cell phone bill. At this point, i'd rather take the risk of driving uninsured than him be able to hold that over me. I'm fucking over it.

I'm going to get a job, 2 if I have to and save up as much money as quickly as possible so we can move out of there. And i'm getting my insurance and phone put in my name asap. I refuse to be treated and talked to like a damn child.