...this shit is the reason I moved.
Jun. 7th, 2009 02:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leaveoutalltherestSo, late last night, (Two hours late) my little brother, his fiance, my uncle (dad's little brother) and his significant other showed up to pick up me, my mom and the two dogs to go back to Omaha for my brother's wedding.
I will admit, I had been thinking about not going. I mean, I love my brother and all, but they gave us a month or so notice and then the last few weeks, it's been hell figuring out how to get us up there and back, and where to stay. Last night pretty much clinched that.
First, they had been told that we were bringing the dogs. That was the whole reason for them coming to get us. There was no way I was getting Grendel in that minivan with all the shit they brought with them and had in there. Di and I and Mia, yeah, but the a 100lb wolf hybrid? No fucking way. He would have had less room than he had in the Budget truck.
Second, my uncle assured me that his minivan got 20 miles to the gallon. I figured it up and it should have cost $180 for gas, $360 round trip. My mom's sister gave them $300, we were to cover the rest from Di's unemployment. (And yes, Nebraska? Could you see your way to give me mine already? Assholes.) Either he's wrong and his van only gets 14.5 miles to the gallon, or he pocketed some of the money. Or he's paying $3.50 a gallon of gas, and no one is that high right now, because they showed up with $50 left. I pitched a HUGE fit, and he and his SO ended up covering the rest of the gas money to get Di back.
And his stupid fucking SO strongly encouraged that Di find a way to fly back, because it would just cost too much to drive her back. (Okay, here's the thing, it cost me $250 in gas for the fucking MOVING TRUCK. I'm not going to believe it cost them that much unless something is seriously wrong with their 2006 minivan.)
So, yeah, I didn't go, my brother and his fiance understand (after three rounds of 'this is way' and 'do you know how much it will cost'), and if they're pissed, oh fucking well. It's their own fucking fault for springing this wedding on us two months after we'd moved halfway across the country. Once again it was 'here, Kym, we need this. pull a miracle out of your ass and make it happen'.
This also means I have the house to myself until at least the 22nd. This should be interesting.
Also, I stayed up until 9am, and am now just waking up.
I will admit, I had been thinking about not going. I mean, I love my brother and all, but they gave us a month or so notice and then the last few weeks, it's been hell figuring out how to get us up there and back, and where to stay. Last night pretty much clinched that.
First, they had been told that we were bringing the dogs. That was the whole reason for them coming to get us. There was no way I was getting Grendel in that minivan with all the shit they brought with them and had in there. Di and I and Mia, yeah, but the a 100lb wolf hybrid? No fucking way. He would have had less room than he had in the Budget truck.
Second, my uncle assured me that his minivan got 20 miles to the gallon. I figured it up and it should have cost $180 for gas, $360 round trip. My mom's sister gave them $300, we were to cover the rest from Di's unemployment. (And yes, Nebraska? Could you see your way to give me mine already? Assholes.) Either he's wrong and his van only gets 14.5 miles to the gallon, or he pocketed some of the money. Or he's paying $3.50 a gallon of gas, and no one is that high right now, because they showed up with $50 left. I pitched a HUGE fit, and he and his SO ended up covering the rest of the gas money to get Di back.
And his stupid fucking SO strongly encouraged that Di find a way to fly back, because it would just cost too much to drive her back. (Okay, here's the thing, it cost me $250 in gas for the fucking MOVING TRUCK. I'm not going to believe it cost them that much unless something is seriously wrong with their 2006 minivan.)
So, yeah, I didn't go, my brother and his fiance understand (after three rounds of 'this is way' and 'do you know how much it will cost'), and if they're pissed, oh fucking well. It's their own fucking fault for springing this wedding on us two months after we'd moved halfway across the country. Once again it was 'here, Kym, we need this. pull a miracle out of your ass and make it happen'.
This also means I have the house to myself until at least the 22nd. This should be interesting.
Also, I stayed up until 9am, and am now just waking up.