if murder were legal....

i would murder my step-father:

he and the rest of my family went on a boat trip up the Lochsa River. Since you have no idea what I am talking about, the Lochsa is located in Idaho and it is a pretty popular river for rafting and such because of the many rapids. My parents own a jet boat, and they just love going up-river through the rapids. Woo, how fun. I think I'd rather die. Well thankfully, someone brought a video camera along to tape the WHOLE event, so I could enjoy it from the comfort of my computer chair. (sarcasm) Not only was it enough my step-dad had to watch it once through (mind you, it's 2 hours long), but he watched it several times. Laughing at the same not-so-funny things that his hick friend Cody said on the tape. Just to give you an idea of the content of the tape: the guy narrated everything and constantly used the phrase "git 'er done." The guy is a genuine redneck.

Anyway, so after listening to this tape, he has the bright idea to edit the video. Now this is the beginning of hell for me. My step-father has 4 days off of work, then he goes back for 4 days. Well on this 4 days off he was supposed to finish the trim around our newly installed wood floors. Of course this didn't get accomplished because for 4 days he sat at the computer trying to edit his movie. Unfortunately, for me, he ran into MANY problems. First he couldn't edit it because it was the wrong format, so after hours of whining trying to get my attention, he asked me to help. So I helped him, and taught him how to change the format.

Let me digress for a second: this is how my step-dad acts. He complains really loudly, lets out loud sighs, and so on until someone asks him what's wrong. He doesn't dare just talk directly to the person. So imagine every time I neared the desk, he would exert some comment like "damn thing" or just simply sigh in frustration. Yes, as many of you probably agree, this is annoying. Most times, I ignore him and continue about my business.

After changing the format, he runs into another problem. The video editor installed on the computer will not open the file for some unknown reason. SO I manage to get another program for him to use. And then another problem arises, and another. Until he has exausted my patience and his own. In the end, his 4 days have passed; he managed to take measurements for the trim. He surely got nothing done with his movie either. Today, the minute he arrives home from work, he's at the computer. It's just outrageous! I am about to kill the man. It's to the point where I hide in my room with my music blaring hoping he'll just leave me alone. But of course I wouldn't be so lucky.