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Mountain Top Experience.
Aug. 10th, 2004 02:47 pmYou know your day has been reduced to shit when even your "Nutty Royale" is about as gross as plain duck sauce.
For the past several days I have been making an attempt to relax. Mom, Libby, and I traveled up north to the Shenandoah Valley to visit her side of the family for a few days. Normally, the vacation up the hill is very quiet and peaceful. Well, when your little sister complains about every little detail for two thirds of the trip...you want to shoot someone. (In the foot, of course.)
So for three days I had to deal with the family drama. Mostly of my 92 year-old great aunt telling us all how fat we are. Granted, some of the time was fun because Mom and Nanny took us up to see my Great Grandmother's place in West(byGod)Virginia. She has been dead for 25 years, yet my grandmother has not moved much of anything. Much less thrown anything away. There are still linens in the dressers and the beds are all still made up. Pictures are still all up on the mirror in the den. Hell, there was even 25 year old Colgate and Chef Boyardee in the kitchen. It was like walking back in time and feeling sad because you never knew this person, and happy because you could see how they lived, and feel like you know them a little bit. Perhaps I'll describe the house in greater detail later, but not right this moment.
In short, the trip was fun, but not as much as it could have been.
So now, I am home. Bored out of my mind. Dottie called right when I needed someone to, apparently a whole group of us are getting together for dinner and a movie tonight. I believe Kristi has been invited, but I don't believe she will show. I'm hoping that tonight will be the pick-me-up that I need. I am badly in need of just some simple friendship right now. Another LizRose fix would be nice, but even if that happens it won't be until Friday or Saturday at the earliest. Unless, of course, they came up to SoBo. *hinthintwinkwinknudgenudge* I move back in on Monday. How depressing. I'm not ready to start school again. I don't want to.
Tangent: Mac Powell is sexy.
Oh, Rose, do you want the kitties still? If so, I'll buzz Dot and arrange pickup/delivery stuff.
Gahhh...is it time to go yet?
Someone save me.
For the past several days I have been making an attempt to relax. Mom, Libby, and I traveled up north to the Shenandoah Valley to visit her side of the family for a few days. Normally, the vacation up the hill is very quiet and peaceful. Well, when your little sister complains about every little detail for two thirds of the trip...you want to shoot someone. (In the foot, of course.)
So for three days I had to deal with the family drama. Mostly of my 92 year-old great aunt telling us all how fat we are. Granted, some of the time was fun because Mom and Nanny took us up to see my Great Grandmother's place in West(byGod)Virginia. She has been dead for 25 years, yet my grandmother has not moved much of anything. Much less thrown anything away. There are still linens in the dressers and the beds are all still made up. Pictures are still all up on the mirror in the den. Hell, there was even 25 year old Colgate and Chef Boyardee in the kitchen. It was like walking back in time and feeling sad because you never knew this person, and happy because you could see how they lived, and feel like you know them a little bit. Perhaps I'll describe the house in greater detail later, but not right this moment.
In short, the trip was fun, but not as much as it could have been.
So now, I am home. Bored out of my mind. Dottie called right when I needed someone to, apparently a whole group of us are getting together for dinner and a movie tonight. I believe Kristi has been invited, but I don't believe she will show. I'm hoping that tonight will be the pick-me-up that I need. I am badly in need of just some simple friendship right now. Another LizRose fix would be nice, but even if that happens it won't be until Friday or Saturday at the earliest. Unless, of course, they came up to SoBo. *hinthintwinkwinknudgenudge* I move back in on Monday. How depressing. I'm not ready to start school again. I don't want to.
Tangent: Mac Powell is sexy.
Oh, Rose, do you want the kitties still? If so, I'll buzz Dot and arrange pickup/delivery stuff.
Gahhh...is it time to go yet?
Someone save me.
