I can't believe I'm blogging...

...Thus begins the inside life of yet another person - friend, sister, daughter, muso (I love that word), lover of God, lover of life, runner, worshipper - who sits randomly around the world in Jerusalem, Israel and has joined the ranks of those who also sit somewhere and think and ponder and then write...How exciting.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Email Stalker...

Nonono, it's not anyone who comments on my blogs...it's actually my dad who wants attention.

I think my parents were highly offended at the title of my last blog so this time I guess I'll amuse them with this one...

So it works like this, if I'm signed onto the computer while my dad is home, he makes any excuse to come downstairs to our basement where the comp is and talk to me, or walk reallyreally slowly by as he's pretending to do something..or other times he'll just hover over my left shoulder and stare at the screen in hopes that I'm chatting to someone online...we always joke about his own "buddy list" on AIM having a whopping 2 maybe 3 buddies...we think he's jealous. So now, whoever lives at home at the moment and goes online (not my mom of course, he already knows her password), it becomes an ongoing back and forth between us as he tries to hover as much as possible, really not caring about any information, but just for the sheer annoyance now and the more you put up a fight, the more he hovers...

This particular night my dad, after trying to read emails over my shoulder but not getting anywhere, decided to "leave"... started walking away... and thinking I wouldn't notice that I never heard footsteps going upstairs, as he rounded the corner out of sight, it got quiet. Hmmmm. Seconds lapsed as I waited and then decided 2 can play this game...So I started feverishly and intermittantly clicking on my mouse on nothing in particular, but all the while waiting for him to pop his head around the corner to see what I was doing... It was great when he waited a little while and then sneakily looked, only to find ME staring right back at him. We burst into fits of laughter - my dad screams when he laughs and then my mom comes down to see what is going on...I usually ask her to take her husband upstairs with her....but still, a few minutes later he would try to sneak down the stairs again ....

Apparently, he gets the biggest kick out of it too, like reverting back to childhood. SO this story was more for Matt and Nicole and Tony's benefit who know what it's like to have DIS (we call him) as our email stalker wanting attention...

4 Comments:

At 11:38 PM, Blogger Daniel Jansezian said...

so now we're airing the family's dirty laundry. now the world knows our father is a cyber stalker and perpetually jealous of people with cyber-lives. rather than make his own buddies and blog, he lives vicariously through whoever is using the downstairs computer. does he actually regress with age? it sounds like he's getting worse...

recommendation: take a picture of him in stalk-mode for this post.

 
At 1:02 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Scarily enough, your father sounds like my brother. Well... like my brother 5-10 years ago, that is. :p

 
At 11:25 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

give me a break! inquiring minds want to know and are always searching. could it be that people have something to hide? like police chases???? i wonder.

 
At 8:31 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

How do I know when the email stalker is on the prowl? I hear a loud yell coming from the bottom floor: "MOM". Some things never change..... But really now -- tell the truth, Em. You love it!

 

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