Sunday, December 10, 2006
8:25 AM
-Wow. So, yesterday sucked. My parents came to Lincoln, which was cool. I was all ready for some super Christmas Shopping and all that jazz. We went house shopping for a few hours before Joe had to go to work. My mom hadn't been feeling well and she thought a nap would help, so they went back to the hotel and I went home and sat around and did nothing for a while, played some Nintendo, and around 4:00, I headed back to the hotel. When I got there, my dad was awake, but my mom was still sleeping. We sat around for another hour and she finally woke up. She said that she really wasn't feeling well and thought she might have had the flu. We sat in their room for a while and we decided that some fresh air might make her feel better. I was elected to drive, because I know Lincoln and am a better 'city' driver than my dad. So we load up into my car and decide to go to Wal-Mart because we would pick up some pepto-bismol. We drove all the way to the nice one, 90 blocks away from the hotel. As soon as we get into the store my mom races off to the bathroom. My dad and I sat outside of the bathroom for a while and waited. My mom comes out and tells us that we should get what we need and go. She's sick. And we all know that Charley is a HUGE vomit-a-phobic, so I start panicking. Oh, my god. She's going to barf in the car while i'm driving and i'm going to get sick and throw up on myself while driving down one of the busiest highway in Lincoln while my Dad, also a vomit-a-phobic, sits in the back throwing up all over my backseat. Great, i'm going to die. We ran around Wal-Mart in search of Pepto-Bismol. We get over there and my mom tells us that the taste makes her throw up. I pointed out the capsuls, that you can just swallow and tell her to get them and lets go. She stands there and says that the capsuls are 2 dollars more expensive than the tablets so she debates on which one to get before going with the cheaper, vomit inducing, cherry flavored, Equate brand of Pepto-Bismol. We decide to get her the usuals for the flu: crackers, sprite, jello, etc. We get the crackers, and head for the jello. She takes a good 5 minutes to pick out which flavor of jello to get. I'm standing here panicking, thinking that what does it matter if she's just going to throw it up later? She finally picks something out and we go to the soda. My dad found a little pack of bottles of Sprite and prepares to put them in the cart. My mom stops him and tells him that the 2 liter bottles are only 98 cents which is cheaper than one bottle at the register. So, he gets the big bottle. We get ready to head to the front to check out when my mom tells us to wait. I'm just sure she's gonna blow. Oh. great. She walks over to the other isle and is looking at another bottle of soda. She tells us that it is 30 cents cheaper than the other one. Well tell her that we should just go and she keeps insisting that this one is only 68 cents and its practically the same thing. I was about to lose my mind. I finally just told her that it was 30 cents and that it was not big deal and that we need to just go. She stood there for a little bit and grudgingly agreed and we headed to check out. We stood in line for a good 25 minutes, had to deal with a stupid cashier that wouldn't listen to me when she was trying to get something. She called her manager over who when I told her what to do, she said, "no, it's not like that." Yeah, 5 minutes later they did exactly what I told them to. It worked. Fucking Wal-Mart.
-We made it back to the hotel puke-free and I was starving because we hadn't eaten anything since breakfast at 8:00 that morning, so we ordered roomservice. My brother came up to eat with us and it was kind of fun. We joked about how my sick mother was bargain shopping whilst on the brink of blowing chunks. It was funny. So, I survived but we did no shopping, no going out to a fancy place for supper, no going to a movie, nothing. My parents felt bad and slipped 100 bucks into my 6 dollars for parking, and I was, needless to say, quite pleased. So, I guess, all in all, it wasn't that bad of a night. Just kind of scary for me and my dad. I guess now I know where I get my fear of throwing up. Apparently, he's just as bad as I am.