What I've been up to, as well as a note of dad in his undies.
I've been drawing stuffs ^^ Sorry, not really WoW stuff, but it's still neato <3 She's a druid that I drew according to what I think real druids might have looked like. (it's hard to find actual reference pictures since fantasy games use them and clog google with them) And even if she doesn't look like they would have, she's still cute <3
Also, a note of something that happened a few weeks back... Dad and I had gone out to the house after he had picked me up to take me back to where we stayed for a while (Hartigans' house), though I hadn't planned on going to the house for a half hour that day right after school.. But anyways. There had been some flooding in the area so some of the roads were closed off. (Bluffton is basically one big flood plain that someone decided would make a good city. WRONG.) So he decided to take some back roads into Amish country. Didn't work. The backroads were flooded. We barely made it through one of the huge flooded areas that he decided to drive through. Eventually, we made our way to another road (and it turned out the usual road WASN'T flooded...) that would get us back on the road to Hartigans' house. That road... didn't look very bad. It was flooded. But dad didn't take into account how the road dipped down before getting to the intersection. I hadn't been on that road enough to remember it did that, though, so I thought "whatever, just get me home."
That's where this comes in... The road dipped down as we drove into the water, so the engine got submerged. Truck died. Dad called a towing service, but that guy was already out trying to help OTHER idiots who had gotten stuck in water like us morons had. So we just waited a while... The guy said it would take him 20 minutes to get to us, even -after- he was done with the guy he was helping at that time. So we waited more... Eventually dad decided "fuck it" and jumped out of the truck. Note that the cab had been filling up slowly with water... about an inch of water every minute, so therefore my feet were on the dash. When he opened the door, a bit more water rushed in, but he closed it quickly. He yelled for me to put it in neutral, so I did, and held the steering wheel straight. Then he pushed the truck. It hit me at that moment that it was pretty goddamn cold out. And that he was wearing shoes he wears every day... not for in water or mud or any of that. And that he was about 57 years old. Now, don't get me wrong, I hate my dad, but I don't wish death on him. He was gonna be fucked up if he stayed out too long. He got the truck halfway out, told me to park it, then got back in the cab. He was in pain, and I do mean PAIN, for about 15 minutes while his legs started to warm back up... It was about 30 degrees outside, with wind. After a while though, he started trying to rev the engine. It took about 10 tries until all the water had drained from the engine for it to start again. It did start though, so we got out of the water and called the towing guy to tell him we didn't need him. We got to the Hartigans' house, and by then my instincts had kicked in. Family member. In a bad situation. Help him. I brought him inside, told him to take his shoes and any wet clothes off (luckily his tighty whities hadn't gotten wet, otherwise, well, boys know what would've happened. that water was COLD), stuck the clothes in the dryer, then found some cookies and stuff for him to eat. I was gonna try to get him some coffee or something like that but the coffee maker was kinda weird and I couldn't find a kettle.
I forgot to tell him, though, that I would get a towel for him to sit on so he could sit in one of the easy chairs. Eventually, the man of the house came home from his FREAKIN AWESOME PAYING ENGINEER JOB (bling bling) to find my father, in his underwear, sitting in his chair, eating cookies. Imagine coming home to that... I explained what was going on though, and the guy understood (his name's Tim, btw... "They call me............Tim.") so it was all okay, but mum got home after a while and was kinda, y'know, freaked out. o_o" I did my best though. -_-"
To give you an idea of what my dad looks like, here's the picture that comes up every time he calls me. That's what he'd do on weekend mornings... sit at the computer in his underwear (and socks, if we were lucky) to check his email... One good question is why the hell is his bathrobe sitting off to the side? It should be on him. >.<
All said and done, though, I think dad did actually think "well fuck, not only am I stuck out in this freezing and rising water, so is my daughter. Shit." Maybe it was paternal instinct, maybe it was him saving his own ass in the process, maybe it was getting brownie points, or maybe it was one of the last ways that he can show how he cares. I don't know. It did happen a while ago, but still. At least I have a good memory of my dad, even if he did get me into that situation in the first place. I guess it doesn't matter what happens in life; it's what you do about it.