jargos and over preparing

Okay. So.

It's been a while, and I know for a FACT that there is a lot of catching up to do. The thing is, I don't really know where I left off. So I guess I'll just start with the most important thing.

My dad bought a pair of JARGOS this past weekend. I feel like this is a problem. For those of you who do not know what Jargos are, I will tell you. They are a pair of jean cargo shorts. I don't want to be mean here, but Jargos are something to definitely make fun of. Here is a picture of my dad's new jargos:

Now, I know that everyone has their own style. And believe me, my dad has a complete style of his own. (fyi, he wears jean shorts, socks up to his knees, white sneakers, and a VISOR to top it off.) I keep wanting to say that "I'm not here to make fun," but honestly...how could I not. What I really wanted to get a picture of was my dad actually WEARING these jargos and doing a Captain Morgan stance. Like he oddly always does.

Jus sayin.

I guess I should switch it over to another family member. Sally.

Last week I took Schroeder and Sally on a nature walk in Pratt Farm. You know, just something fun to do with your friends. So Shroeder and I go prepared, with a light jacket and some hardcore sneakers. Sally comes with some fashionable boots and a HUGE purse filled with a camera and a bag of Bugles. Mind you, we are NOT going camping for a week, nor are we trying to survive the Alaskan woods. We are taking a walk around the woods in the armpit of Middleboro.

So everything is going fine until we are simply walking down a path and Schroeder and I hear a crinkling behind us. It's not some kind of animal, it is Sally digging into her purse and snacking on her Bugles. After we relentlessly make fun of her, she starts to bark out about how "If we got lost, look who the prepared one is." Yes. There she is. The 6 year old who brought snacks to a 45 minute long hike through a Middleboro farm.

This is the same girl that was disgruntled about how I had to work tonight, so I couldn't go to the beach with her today. This is what she told me. "Everyone should be on vacation because I'M on vacation." This is what I hate about teachers. They bitch and moan every single day about their job, but I think they are forgetting ONE huge thing. Um, are you aware of the fact that you have a shit load of days off? Including but not limited to Thanksgiving, Christmas, ummmm......that whole 3 months....what do you call it...SUMMER?!, flag day, president's day, columbus day, easter, halloween, martin luther king day, the day you need to get a haircut, april vacation, february vacation, did I mention flag day? Oh but no, complain away.

Which is prominently why when we went to lunch, Schroeder, Sally, and I, she busted out a FOLDER of her plans for something coming up. If Sally was planning a TEA PARTY for a bunch of stuffed animals, she would have a folder full of papers with what kind of music they'll play and what kind of plastic scones they would eat. I mean, MY GOD, is there anything you DON'T write a list for? "I'm going to make a list about the list I'm going to make later on today." And the thing that gets me every time is the fact that she KNOWS Schroeder and I make fun of her for all of this shit that she does on a daily basis. Yet she continues to say, "Hey, look at my folders." I'm sorry to say, sister, that the only legitimate reason for you to be carrying around plastic folders in your purse is if you were either an FBI agent or a college student.

-Jenny