Weekend Report
Jun. 16th, 2004 09:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angelakWeekend Report.
Starting with
Friday:
Friday was okay. I worked a tad bit later than expected while resolving a couple of issues with the MDT’s. I was planning on going to Stan’s, which I did—40 minutes later than I expected. I was frustrated with myself a little, really wanted to get Stan taken care of. He wasn’t at his house and my trip to Carnation was lead to an unanswered door.
I had talked to Jon on the trip over, and that was beyond pleasant.
I went home from there. I can’t really remember what happened, but I think I ended up spending the evening with Steve. Oh yes. We were frisky until James showed up, to pick up clothes for our weekend camping trip. I absent mindedly grabbed all the clothes I needed, and I tossed a few things for Steve. I wasn’t packing for him, I figured he’d pick up the rest of the things I didn’t grab. Turns out he didn’t.
We talked with James and fed him. It was nice.
Saturday came. I wanted to murder Steve. He didn’t get up quickly, as usual. He was a sloth.
Somehow I kicked his ass out of bed and we left shortly after 8, even though I wanted to leave no later than 8. We met James and Melissa in Monroe at Fred Meyer. We picked up some last minute things. We were then headed to Sultan to make our trip.
We finalized our packs, and chatted briefly. I ate a little bit. Weighed our packs, etc etc. Mine started out at 33 lbs. In the end, we probably added like 5 more lbs to it on the trail. We then piled into Rusty, the old truck, 4 across the bench seat... and headed up Sultan Basin road. We talked the whole way up. It was pleasant. Melissa is a sweetheart. Very easy to get along with. It’s weird, after knowing James as a single man for my whole life, to see him with a girl. It’s refreshing, and it’s also so very cute at moments. My big brother is growing up! How funny does that sound?
So, made it to the trailhead, got our packs out, fitted them [it didn’t take me long, mine was already fitted to me from the last time.] And headed up the trail. It felt good. It was as it always is. Except this time, we headed at a much slower pace. Melissa struggled after we were about a mile up. The trail is about 2.7 miles up. It became motivator time, for the group of us. But Steve thought he was going by my standards, and I generally enjoy pessimism. The last time he was optimistic about a trail length—I got annoyed at him. But this wasn’t about me. So when we kept trying to ensure that it was not too much further—he kept discounting it saying that the worst was yet to come. She was having a difficult time of it, and it didn’t help! I was like GRRRRRRR SHUT UP STEVE! Lol.
We made it to the top and everything after much toiling on Melissa’s part. There are a lot of details about the first part of the trip, but I’ll keep this a short version. We went to bed relatively early, and it began raining. And raining, and raining.
The next morning I sat up, and heard something similar to a waterbed beneath me. There was a two inch puddle under the majority of our tent. One giant puddle. Our gear was mostly soaked. My socks were wet. My boots damp... and I ended up getting frustrated with Steve because he accidentally dropped my last pair of dry socks in the giant puddle that also extended beyond our tent. Our sleeping bags were a little waterlogged too. We were cold.
James and Melissa, on other hand... were warm and toasty in their tent. They didn’t want to get out of bed. James is always the first one up on all our trips. We were up first this time. And he was reluctant to leave. But they both listened to Steve and my incessant arguing, and Melissa commented that we sounded like a married couple. I’ve heard this one so many times now, it’s not even funny. At first, I was like, “aww... that’s so cool...” now I’m just like, jeah. Uh-huh. The usual. : )
So, Melissa lent me some of her dry socks. Very kind of her. We hurriedly packed our site up, and loaded our packs. Steve and I took most of Melissa’s weight from her pack. I know I can pack way more going down, and I wanted enough weight to slow me down. I tend to be quite speedy down hills, where as my brother struggles, with his longer legs and less stout body. The boy [James] books uphill... I book downhill. We both have our strengths, and that’s refreshing. Steve just varies, altogether.
I nearly the bit the dust once or twice on the trail—but AGAIN, thanks to ice skating, I am far more balanced and nimble than I ever was before. I can catch nearly any fall.
Melissa, halfway down... was not so lucky.
She fell on the trail and hurt her knee. That sucked. We decided she would have to take it slow, because we still had half way to go. In a lightening fast moment of wit, I decided that Steve and I would sprint down the hill, drop our packs off at the bottom, and I would come back up for her pack to get any extra weight off of her knee.
So we did. I jogged [with a 40lb pack] down the hill the rest of the way. We made it to the truck and we tossed our packs in. I began booked up the hill at top walking speed, even though my muscles were actually beginning to get weary. I left Steve behind quickly, and realized it. He said he had a pulled muscle. We agreed that I better go on ahead. So I booked, solo, to where Melissa and James were. Grabbed her pack... Steve eventually caught up. The three of us went slowly down the hill, James helping steady her as much as possible. We made it to the bottom. Drove back down. All showered. Went to Quiznos for food. Then they tried to nap. I went out with mom and Steve—can’t remember what exactly we did. Talked more. Set up the tents out back to dry. Left to go home, and not much else happened.
The next day... was Monday.
I woke up early enough. Headed out to Jon’s. Got to Jon’s... flirted a ton. Left Jon’s to go to Monroe. Met my mom and the 3 of us had lunch at Jack in the Box. I wanted to take Jon on a hike. Instead, we took Rocky and Rufus to Tye Lake and Jon tired the big Golden Retriever out.
We hung out with my family for a while. I insisted on some kind of more intensive walk than Tye Lake, so we went with James to the Al Bourlin park in Monroe, and walked Fergus and Fritz. That was fun. Mom made us BLT sandwiches. They were good. Then we had to go home.
Little did I know, right after we left... Jill put a major guilt trip on my poor mother, accusing her of playing favorites with James, myself, Steve, and the puppies—over her. That mom had shut Jill out and wasn’t proud of her. Apparently she had my mom bawling and she was crying and it was a big nasty mess. Jill said that mom doesn’t care about her condo, that she’ll jump in an instant to do things with Steve and I, but turns her down all the time. She said that once she moved out, mom would come to her condo once, and then probably never go back.
This hurt my mom incredibly. She’s the only one who has stood up for Jill lately. We all rag on Jill because we feel she’s shut US out. Ever since she started dating Jeff, she talks very little to any of us. Ironic she would seriously think that no one cares. I missed her BFA show, and her college graduation, and so did mom. This was because I wasn’t informed or invited—and mom doesn’t do things alone. By the time I found out what day she was graduating, it was THE day of. She didn’t send invitations out because she thought they were “ugly.”
We didn’t go to her BFA show because it happened while we were on vacation.
You reap what you sew, Jill. You shut us out, turn snippy to us, and decline family activity, and you will NOT feel included. Jill has no concept, recently, of how tight my parents have been. The only reason mom is able to go do things with Steve and I, is because we provide gas money, or this sort. We also INVITE her to do things. Funny how if you ASK someone to spend time with you, it tends to happen. It was to the point that my parents had to choose what bill to pay. Do we pay for electric, or gas, or do we put gas in the car? We only have enough money to cover 1 of those 3... not all 3. So random trips out to Bothell and here and there, in the Cherokee ... is no small matter. The gas to get there posed a big financial strain on them. Just the gas to drive there. I try my best to help my parents. I sit well financially, and I love my parents dearly. I also make great efforts to include them in my life.
It’s little known fact that mom is completely shy. She won’t do things alone, she has trouble talking to people sometimes. It’s a big deal to ask for a refill at the front counter of a fast food joint, let alone go to a graduation alone. She doesn’t have nice clothes to wear... she was completely uninformed. Neh. I maintain, Jill’s sense of reality is skewed. Though I understand her dismay, I truly believe it was her actions that caused 95% of it.
It’s funny how if you TALK to people, they are a bigger part of your life! Thought it was a no-brainer.
Mom is still a little upset, but they left on better terms. Mom discounted a lot of things. She’s proud of all 3 of us. She doesn’t play favorites, and she’s felt more shut out than ever by Jill. The puppies play in differently too. We used to go visit them once a week. As a family. Everyone, except Jill that is. She showed no interest. She brought THAT up. And she invited mom once to see a model home of her condo, but the realitor for OUR house called and mom had to get the dogs out. So she didn’t go. Jill used that to fling at my mom saying she went once a week to see the dogs, but never once to her condo. Gah.
They have to sell the house, or it gets repossessed. Letting someone through the house, is VERY IMPORTANT.
Speaking of that, they are finally moving into the apartment in Redmond. It’s a quick 20 minute drive from my Duplex. YEAY!
With the apartment, my parents will be able to catch up on all their bills and straighten themselves out, finally. They’re thrilled. It’s a nice place. I like it. They’re only lying about 2 animals. An extra dog and a cat. [They have a long history of smuggling animals into apartments. Been lying about them since I can remember!]
ANYONE WANT 2 kitties [siblings]??? GREAT cats. Merlin and Charlie, one is gray and one is orange. We have to find them homes. 2 years old... really nice cats....
Anyway.
Tuesday
News on Tuesday! Couple of things. Kelsi’s boyfriend [Josh] broke up with her. This is good and bad. The guy always made ME uneasy, but... I hate to see people hurt.
We talked nearly 2 hrs on the phone yesterday. I miss her, as usual. We caught each other up. Yeay. She’s going to move away from Monroe now. She wants to disappear from that group entirely. I can’t say I’m disappointed. They were too substance driven anyway. So that makes me feel better.
She may move to Bellingham, with Mel. That’s sad... in a way. But also very good. I enjoyed having her so close—and the prospect of another Lianna situation, with Kelsi, makes me sad. But if she would grow and find contentment, and have a close friend, [living WITH Mel’s household...] I think things would improve for her so very much. Positive growth, is all I can see in that. Mel’s dad is going to buy Mel a house in Bellingham. Kelsi could move in. It makes me ache to be a part of both of their lives. But I know I’ve got my place elsewhere. It makes me want to pick it up with Mel again. Most of all, I’d miss Kelsi. She’s that friend that always clicks with me, even after months of non communication and being at odds. I love her so very much. It’s like, no matter what she does... I’ll always forgive her. I think the feeling is mutual.
Anyway. It was good to talk to her, non-the-less. Visited my parents later in the evening.
That’s all for this post!
I WANT LIANNA TO CALL ME TONIGHT! oh....
-Angela
Starting with
Friday:
Friday was okay. I worked a tad bit later than expected while resolving a couple of issues with the MDT’s. I was planning on going to Stan’s, which I did—40 minutes later than I expected. I was frustrated with myself a little, really wanted to get Stan taken care of. He wasn’t at his house and my trip to Carnation was lead to an unanswered door.
I had talked to Jon on the trip over, and that was beyond pleasant.
I went home from there. I can’t really remember what happened, but I think I ended up spending the evening with Steve. Oh yes. We were frisky until James showed up, to pick up clothes for our weekend camping trip. I absent mindedly grabbed all the clothes I needed, and I tossed a few things for Steve. I wasn’t packing for him, I figured he’d pick up the rest of the things I didn’t grab. Turns out he didn’t.
We talked with James and fed him. It was nice.
Saturday came. I wanted to murder Steve. He didn’t get up quickly, as usual. He was a sloth.
Somehow I kicked his ass out of bed and we left shortly after 8, even though I wanted to leave no later than 8. We met James and Melissa in Monroe at Fred Meyer. We picked up some last minute things. We were then headed to Sultan to make our trip.
We finalized our packs, and chatted briefly. I ate a little bit. Weighed our packs, etc etc. Mine started out at 33 lbs. In the end, we probably added like 5 more lbs to it on the trail. We then piled into Rusty, the old truck, 4 across the bench seat... and headed up Sultan Basin road. We talked the whole way up. It was pleasant. Melissa is a sweetheart. Very easy to get along with. It’s weird, after knowing James as a single man for my whole life, to see him with a girl. It’s refreshing, and it’s also so very cute at moments. My big brother is growing up! How funny does that sound?
So, made it to the trailhead, got our packs out, fitted them [it didn’t take me long, mine was already fitted to me from the last time.] And headed up the trail. It felt good. It was as it always is. Except this time, we headed at a much slower pace. Melissa struggled after we were about a mile up. The trail is about 2.7 miles up. It became motivator time, for the group of us. But Steve thought he was going by my standards, and I generally enjoy pessimism. The last time he was optimistic about a trail length—I got annoyed at him. But this wasn’t about me. So when we kept trying to ensure that it was not too much further—he kept discounting it saying that the worst was yet to come. She was having a difficult time of it, and it didn’t help! I was like GRRRRRRR SHUT UP STEVE! Lol.
We made it to the top and everything after much toiling on Melissa’s part. There are a lot of details about the first part of the trip, but I’ll keep this a short version. We went to bed relatively early, and it began raining. And raining, and raining.
The next morning I sat up, and heard something similar to a waterbed beneath me. There was a two inch puddle under the majority of our tent. One giant puddle. Our gear was mostly soaked. My socks were wet. My boots damp... and I ended up getting frustrated with Steve because he accidentally dropped my last pair of dry socks in the giant puddle that also extended beyond our tent. Our sleeping bags were a little waterlogged too. We were cold.
James and Melissa, on other hand... were warm and toasty in their tent. They didn’t want to get out of bed. James is always the first one up on all our trips. We were up first this time. And he was reluctant to leave. But they both listened to Steve and my incessant arguing, and Melissa commented that we sounded like a married couple. I’ve heard this one so many times now, it’s not even funny. At first, I was like, “aww... that’s so cool...” now I’m just like, jeah. Uh-huh. The usual. : )
So, Melissa lent me some of her dry socks. Very kind of her. We hurriedly packed our site up, and loaded our packs. Steve and I took most of Melissa’s weight from her pack. I know I can pack way more going down, and I wanted enough weight to slow me down. I tend to be quite speedy down hills, where as my brother struggles, with his longer legs and less stout body. The boy [James] books uphill... I book downhill. We both have our strengths, and that’s refreshing. Steve just varies, altogether.
I nearly the bit the dust once or twice on the trail—but AGAIN, thanks to ice skating, I am far more balanced and nimble than I ever was before. I can catch nearly any fall.
Melissa, halfway down... was not so lucky.
She fell on the trail and hurt her knee. That sucked. We decided she would have to take it slow, because we still had half way to go. In a lightening fast moment of wit, I decided that Steve and I would sprint down the hill, drop our packs off at the bottom, and I would come back up for her pack to get any extra weight off of her knee.
So we did. I jogged [with a 40lb pack] down the hill the rest of the way. We made it to the truck and we tossed our packs in. I began booked up the hill at top walking speed, even though my muscles were actually beginning to get weary. I left Steve behind quickly, and realized it. He said he had a pulled muscle. We agreed that I better go on ahead. So I booked, solo, to where Melissa and James were. Grabbed her pack... Steve eventually caught up. The three of us went slowly down the hill, James helping steady her as much as possible. We made it to the bottom. Drove back down. All showered. Went to Quiznos for food. Then they tried to nap. I went out with mom and Steve—can’t remember what exactly we did. Talked more. Set up the tents out back to dry. Left to go home, and not much else happened.
The next day... was Monday.
I woke up early enough. Headed out to Jon’s. Got to Jon’s... flirted a ton. Left Jon’s to go to Monroe. Met my mom and the 3 of us had lunch at Jack in the Box. I wanted to take Jon on a hike. Instead, we took Rocky and Rufus to Tye Lake and Jon tired the big Golden Retriever out.
We hung out with my family for a while. I insisted on some kind of more intensive walk than Tye Lake, so we went with James to the Al Bourlin park in Monroe, and walked Fergus and Fritz. That was fun. Mom made us BLT sandwiches. They were good. Then we had to go home.
Little did I know, right after we left... Jill put a major guilt trip on my poor mother, accusing her of playing favorites with James, myself, Steve, and the puppies—over her. That mom had shut Jill out and wasn’t proud of her. Apparently she had my mom bawling and she was crying and it was a big nasty mess. Jill said that mom doesn’t care about her condo, that she’ll jump in an instant to do things with Steve and I, but turns her down all the time. She said that once she moved out, mom would come to her condo once, and then probably never go back.
This hurt my mom incredibly. She’s the only one who has stood up for Jill lately. We all rag on Jill because we feel she’s shut US out. Ever since she started dating Jeff, she talks very little to any of us. Ironic she would seriously think that no one cares. I missed her BFA show, and her college graduation, and so did mom. This was because I wasn’t informed or invited—and mom doesn’t do things alone. By the time I found out what day she was graduating, it was THE day of. She didn’t send invitations out because she thought they were “ugly.”
We didn’t go to her BFA show because it happened while we were on vacation.
You reap what you sew, Jill. You shut us out, turn snippy to us, and decline family activity, and you will NOT feel included. Jill has no concept, recently, of how tight my parents have been. The only reason mom is able to go do things with Steve and I, is because we provide gas money, or this sort. We also INVITE her to do things. Funny how if you ASK someone to spend time with you, it tends to happen. It was to the point that my parents had to choose what bill to pay. Do we pay for electric, or gas, or do we put gas in the car? We only have enough money to cover 1 of those 3... not all 3. So random trips out to Bothell and here and there, in the Cherokee ... is no small matter. The gas to get there posed a big financial strain on them. Just the gas to drive there. I try my best to help my parents. I sit well financially, and I love my parents dearly. I also make great efforts to include them in my life.
It’s little known fact that mom is completely shy. She won’t do things alone, she has trouble talking to people sometimes. It’s a big deal to ask for a refill at the front counter of a fast food joint, let alone go to a graduation alone. She doesn’t have nice clothes to wear... she was completely uninformed. Neh. I maintain, Jill’s sense of reality is skewed. Though I understand her dismay, I truly believe it was her actions that caused 95% of it.
It’s funny how if you TALK to people, they are a bigger part of your life! Thought it was a no-brainer.
Mom is still a little upset, but they left on better terms. Mom discounted a lot of things. She’s proud of all 3 of us. She doesn’t play favorites, and she’s felt more shut out than ever by Jill. The puppies play in differently too. We used to go visit them once a week. As a family. Everyone, except Jill that is. She showed no interest. She brought THAT up. And she invited mom once to see a model home of her condo, but the realitor for OUR house called and mom had to get the dogs out. So she didn’t go. Jill used that to fling at my mom saying she went once a week to see the dogs, but never once to her condo. Gah.
They have to sell the house, or it gets repossessed. Letting someone through the house, is VERY IMPORTANT.
Speaking of that, they are finally moving into the apartment in Redmond. It’s a quick 20 minute drive from my Duplex. YEAY!
With the apartment, my parents will be able to catch up on all their bills and straighten themselves out, finally. They’re thrilled. It’s a nice place. I like it. They’re only lying about 2 animals. An extra dog and a cat. [They have a long history of smuggling animals into apartments. Been lying about them since I can remember!]
ANYONE WANT 2 kitties [siblings]??? GREAT cats. Merlin and Charlie, one is gray and one is orange. We have to find them homes. 2 years old... really nice cats....
Anyway.
Tuesday
News on Tuesday! Couple of things. Kelsi’s boyfriend [Josh] broke up with her. This is good and bad. The guy always made ME uneasy, but... I hate to see people hurt.
We talked nearly 2 hrs on the phone yesterday. I miss her, as usual. We caught each other up. Yeay. She’s going to move away from Monroe now. She wants to disappear from that group entirely. I can’t say I’m disappointed. They were too substance driven anyway. So that makes me feel better.
She may move to Bellingham, with Mel. That’s sad... in a way. But also very good. I enjoyed having her so close—and the prospect of another Lianna situation, with Kelsi, makes me sad. But if she would grow and find contentment, and have a close friend, [living WITH Mel’s household...] I think things would improve for her so very much. Positive growth, is all I can see in that. Mel’s dad is going to buy Mel a house in Bellingham. Kelsi could move in. It makes me ache to be a part of both of their lives. But I know I’ve got my place elsewhere. It makes me want to pick it up with Mel again. Most of all, I’d miss Kelsi. She’s that friend that always clicks with me, even after months of non communication and being at odds. I love her so very much. It’s like, no matter what she does... I’ll always forgive her. I think the feeling is mutual.
Anyway. It was good to talk to her, non-the-less. Visited my parents later in the evening.
That’s all for this post!
I WANT LIANNA TO CALL ME TONIGHT! oh....
-Angela
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Date: 2004-06-16 05:12 pm (UTC)That being, I'll talk to her and see if there's even a possibility, provided I also own four rats and a dog ;)
Samantha
Reallllyyy??
Date: 2004-06-16 05:16 pm (UTC)but they've lived their lives inside.
-Angela