August 16
From my brain
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2009
Me 23:11, 16 August 2009 (EDT)
If it wasn't for the fact that I left my uniforms soaking in Oxyclean yesterday and they need to all be washed and ready for school tomorrow, I'd TOTALLY be in bed at the moment.
Drove up to Pleasant Hill Campground by Mohican State Park where Wifey and the kids are camping with MIL and FIL. I of course can't do any camping of the sort these days mind you (even if I wanted to) because of school Every class will allow you a 105 if you aced every test and every assignment...provided you don't lose anything on your "professionalism" score. Every day absent you lose five points out of fifteen total for a term (per class). Lose 'em all, and the max you could get is a 90.
So, I breeze up to the park, yesterday, and I'm back down again. Yesterday wasn't too bad. Got there in the mid afternoon, went swimming in the lake for a couple hours (a murky, silty-sandy lake), hose off, watch a mediocre magic show at the rec center, and then off to bed. A quiet night, and nothing much to speak of. (OK, with the exception of quiet camptime nookie being quite awesome when no one is the wiser in the morning.)
Today though, the plan was originally to go canoeing as TheBoy had never went, and this would be something only I could do (Wifey's back would never hold up). Instead, he and Princess decide they want to inner tube down the river instead of canoe. No biggie right? We rent the tubes, hop in the water, and meander down for a couple hours, right? Not fifty feet into the water, another camper says, "Have fun. I did that yesterday and it took me six hours. Do NOT go down your stomach. Back-of-leg burns are NOT fun!"
I was already ready to kill Wifey at this point.
Don't get me wrong, it was fun. Got to spend some solo time with the kids with no distractions other than other canoes, tubers, and the desire to pop out of their tubes and go swimming for a bit (they were wearing life jackets). Sadly I lost my sunglasses along the way while only narrowly avoiding colliding into a partially submerged tree (glasses went flying from my hands as I braced for impact and pushed with my feet). Also, TheBoy did have a minor issue when he thought that we wouldn't be able to rope-swing out into a spot of decent water and go sploosh. We did manage to do that at least but otherwise, it was without incident.
Wifey and MIL and FIL managed to pick us up short of the 7.5 mile (no exaggeration there) course at one of many shore-side snack shacks. On the ride back to the we'd been on the river for four hours, and when they heard from someone that at that particular point it was still another hour and twenty minutes...the intercepted us. I was glad for it to happen, because I was whipped, and the kids were fading fast. TheBoy managed to get his rope-swing in right then and there, and we were off.
It was then that I noticed that my knee that I'd smashed while slipping on the rocks was a bit sore, as well as my legs were feeling a bit warm. I knew this was only a matter of time. Two hours I figured I would be fine for, but four hours with suntan lotion free legs? Yeah, I got burnt good. I mean, the kind of burn that when you get goose bumps it feels like someone drawing sand paper across your skin. (It only got worse as we moved on through dinner, and zomg the ride home SUCKED. I'm currently sitting her having used 3/4 of a tube of Neosporin +Pain Relief on my legs.)
Cleaning up before dinner was a scream fest. Showers were a nightmare. Getting dressed was Herculean at best. Dinner itself...eh...I could could better...but as MIL and FIL paid (as usual), I wasn't about to complain much (the bolognase needed cream in it...and bacon).
TheBoy's separation anxiety hit again as I was getting ready to leave mind you, but there was nothing I could do. In the end, I just hugged him waved good bye. Crushes me to see him crying like that though.
Anyway, laundry is now almost done. Hopefully I can get some decent sleep tonight...and I don't have dreams of my legs catching on fire.
2003
Me 16:03, 16, August 2003 (EDT)
In a word...pathetic.
Last night at the bar was really sad. Same people, same cliques. My friend Mike (whom we're staying with) was nearly the only person of consequence last night.
Mike and I decided that the remainder of the people that were "friends" is about equal to the Professor and Mary Ann on Gilian's island: "...and all the rest."
For those not in our circle of Outcast Friends, for those who we could even recognize that would have bothered paying attention to us before OR after HS:
- Bitch.
- Bitch.
- Slut.
- Asshole.
- Complete and total dick.
Hopefully Brian and Shawn will show up tonight. That rounds out our foursome. And hopefully, the lameness factor doesn't go through the roof again.
