Random Thoughts #11

--Things are a little better here. My Dad knocked on my door and said he was sorry for the way he acted. We had a nice long hug and I got to whisper "I love you so much" in his ear. It felt really good to hold him, even though I couldn't squeeze his delicate frame as tight as I wanted. Unfortunately, this didn't really change the situation. We've still got a lot to decide. I think this time we're going to do it Dad's way... By ignoring it and letting it play out on its own. More to come on this.

--My sister is a master crocheter. She's making a giant afghan or poncho or hot air balloon or something. She does it all day long and never even looks down to see what she's doing, so I figured it couldn't really be that hard. Yesterday at Wal-Mart, she got me my very own size G crochet needle and some yarn. So far, I've made one row of a dishtowel doing a "chain" stitch. The second row is a "single crochet" stitch and is so hard that I'm thinking of stabbing this needle into my eye. Or maybe my sisters.

--I wish I had tape-recorded my sister's crocheting lesson. Things she told me to do: "Stick it in there." "No, in THAT hole." "Pull it out." "It has to be tighter." "Don't go so fast." "Relax." I think this kind of sibling conversation is only legal in Arkansas.

--Isn't it funny how we only put the pretty athletes on pedestals during the Olympics? Or is it that the best athletes are pretty? Or are pretty people just confident enough to make it to the top? Speaking of...

--My Mom and I went shopping at Best Buy for a new TV for my Dad. We had the CUTEST guy helping us. James was his name. When they didn't have the model we were looking for, we went over to Circuit City to see if they had one. The guy who helped us there was a hideous ogre. I hate to be shallow, but I REALLY wanted to buy that TV from James. Oddly, I think my Mom did too. She said something like, "Well, I liked the guy at Best Buy anyway" when we left Circuit City empty handed. I guess apples don't fall far from the tree.

--And after only one additional program (AVSConverter), I have mastered the art of making .avi files playable on a stand-alone DVD player. I am now a full-fledged, bad-ass DVD-making fother mucker.