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[angelak]

Elevensies.

Midnight approaches and all. It has been one of those really satisfying weekends. I wanted to spend the weekend with the boys - though I ended up leaving them (reluctantly) with the parents. I felt genuinely crummy about asking them to watch the dogs for a second weekend in one month.

Though it went well; I got to meet Jim’s mom and go to Portland with him. I also met his grandma too, so that was awesome. Folks in his family have commented (Stuart and his mom) that I have “personality.” So, that being said – alrighty then. :) Anything is better than some previous experiences I had with folks. (Read, aroidan’s mother.)

I’d rather get along with the S-O’s rentz.

Anyhow, the weekend was incredible on a large scale.
We had a blast at Salmon days and I covered the Salmon days parade with TS and the TV21 crew. I was a fool and had poor time management, but that’s okay. I got over it and so did TS.

Afterwards Jim and I wandered the streets, talked to my police folks, and I antagonized and accused the evil Jesus/God freaks of being fear mongers because they were walking around with “fear God,” and all sorts of hell-bent signs.

They called me a “rebellious woman,” and told me outright that I was going to hell.
Jimmy was surprised I commented and called them “fear mongerers” and yet he was also mildly amused. Was a combination of amusement and “please babe, shut the hell up,”? I’m not sure ;)

It caused us both amusement regardless for the next 30 minutes. And he was giggling at how we cannot go anywhere in various public places without folks noticing me. I’m aware of my inherently noisy aura.

Things come out of my mouth and people hear them.
At first Jim didn’t believe me about the huge festival. I mean – he just didn’t think it warranted not parking in my parking lot. Wellll, he did indeed learn why.
Booths in my parking lot (no bingo booth right out of my front yard this year though) as well as an insane menagerie of people everywhere.

As for perusing the festival on our own:
Salmon days giggling and fun ensued.

He didn’t go to the parade and I informed him about the Stryker that was in the parade. And suddenly he was all curious about what “unit,” drove up here to do the parade and wanted to see the Stryker. (During his active duty in Iraq he drove a Stryker across the country – and proudly logged the first 20,000 miles on the Stryker that he drove.)

We got corn on the cob on a stick and split a curly fry.
And we goofed around and it just so happened on an insistent dare – I licked his chin RIGHT as the police chief walked by. WOW. It made the whole goofy experience even funnier as then I pretended I didn’t see him walk by – and went up to the Chief later and said hi discreetly. I could swear he could not keep a straight face when I did talk to him obliviously.

We listened to the band playing at the stage just down the street from my house and Jim was totally fun because he was singing to the band and being himself and it was entirely too irresistible. Not to mention being a total sweetheart and saying things like, “God. I just can’t believe you’re my girlfriend. It’s so good.”

The rest of the weekend consisted of driving to Portland.
We stopped in Yacolt to visit Stuart, Ashton, and Dylan. Jim helped them pass a level on the video game that they were stuck at. Uncle Jimmy saves the day.

We leave and grab food quickly and Jim feels that he wants more so I say, “only if you do a slut-dance,” because we were making fun of some teenaged girls that were walking down the street dancing funny. So he gets out of my car and proceeds to do the MOST hilarious dance that I have ever seen – right outside the car door, even with some folks right nearby in the parking lot. I died laughing and bought him the agreed cheese quesadilla. It was really just a joke, but the dance was priceless. What’s even MORE amusing – is he decided to repeat the SAME amusing dance in the shower a day and a half later when we were at home. Zomgs!

Digressing:
Arriving at his mom’s house late at night.
Very sweet woman. The family pictures around the house and the many army-photographs of Jim showed a very proud mother and so was the rest of the tone of the visit for instance, “Jim has never given us any trouble a day in his life.”
As he pointed to his crown chakra, he said to me, “see my halo???!”

Mmmhmm :)
Oh, have I seen the halo :P

Anyways. We stayed up late visiting, and shared a tiny-twin bed (oh dayum – I have to get CLOSER to the hottest/cutest guy evar? Oh shit sucks to be me!)
Awoke the next morning and had coffee and visited some more – until we went to meet his grandma who lived next door to his mother (in a senior neighborhood.)

We all went to breakfast and then we went to the park and looked for Walnuts on the ground until Jim’s mom had to go to work. Jim and I visited his grandma a little longer. And then we got back on the road.

The worst part of the trip was Jim’s mom’s cats. He is now frightfully allergic to cats (he tells me it’s getting worse over time). The rest of the drive was a little miserable for him.
He informed me that “the sad part is” he “would visit more often if she didn’t have cats.”

On the 2 trips (down/up) to/from Portland, I feel like we had a lot of time to have lots of really good discussions and talks. Especially back when I felt like we just sat and best-friend confided about hard situations and learning experiences and opinions on some hard topics that have left us both scared and scarred in the past.
This made me happy.

Back to kitties:

As I’ve witnessed a few times now: when exposed to households with cats, his sneezing becomes incessant, his eyes water up – and his nose runs terribly giving him sinus-hell/headache city.

I HATE to see him so miserable.
And there is absolutely nothing to do to make it better. The drugs no longer help him anymore, and all I do is try and make things as easy for him as possible.
I felt touched when we got back from our drive and he sweetly looked at me and said, “you know just how to take care of me.”

I beamed and was absolutely flattered that he felt that way.
And then decided to tell me.
And he does that. Because he is like that.

Sunday night consisted of washing his clothing and mine completely, showering – and getting any trace of cat dander AWAY from him. (He is very cat-shy now).
He began to clear up, we decided we wanted to make fondue that night – and then we headed down to Burien to pick up the boys. Spoke with my parents briefly.

Drove home, and made fondue. Shared some oh-my-gods-I’m-smitten-in-love-in-heaven moments, ate fondue, and were incredibly romantically sappy.
Naturally causing the BEST love-making session EVAR. Okay, well – I don’t think I can quantify that really – so suffice to say, lovely evening and nice snuggles before falling into a sleep. And we were happy to have the dogs back.

Woke up and life was equally as good.
Played with the dogs after we got unlazy – walked to Panera bread, had more fun, walked home – and Jim had to leave.

Then I agreed to meet Travis at his work, drive him home, and hang out.
Got O’Reilly PDF files and some other crap.
We had pizza, and just hung out. Kelsi eventually came over and we hung out as well.

Left came home and soon will go to bed.


I would WoW it up - but Jesus - there is not enough time because it's ALREADY 12:30ish.
Been having ADD with typing this entry.

-Angela