8 posts tagged “vacation”

I'm going to Maine tomorrow!!!!!*

* Fuck yeah!!

It's been fucking insanely hot this week.  Okay so not really that hot but hot for this area.  I like the heat, it's nice and good and wonderful as long as I don't have to actually do anything.  If I can sit around all day doing nothing or just go to the beach then it's a wonderful thing. 
Unfortunately life isn't like that, so more often than not when it's hot it's just uncomfortable.

Today, is rainy. 
According to the Radio it's going to be rainy and stormy all week.  Thundershowers type stormy.

I can't say I'm bothered by this.

I fucking love thundershowers.  They're one of the greatest weather things ever.  Rainy days are good for being lazy.  The best thing to do on a rainy day is cuddle up in bed with that special someone and just veg all day.  That sounds glorious.  Though, totally not going to happen but I could wake the kid up and make him go watch movies with me in the magical bed.  Somehow, it's not quite the same.  :-)

Speaking of Little T.  What the fuck?  He's still passed out.  He's NEVER slept this late.  I was actually a little bit worried about him because of this I thought about checking to see if  he was breathing but he's moved a bit so I wont go in there armed with a mirror to hold under his nose.  It's very weird though.

I totally forgot my cds.  I got a spindle of CD-R's so I could make some more work cd's and I could burn all the pictures from Nates vacation to cd for him.  (Still haven't heard from him.)  But I fucking forgot the fuckers on my ironing board.  Oh well, I can at least get shit ready to burn that way when I have them tomorrow I wont have to fuck around with that.

Ohh shit.  I should go google home made claydough while I'm thinking of it.

Little T is awake.  I can see him sitting up in bed looking out the window.  I used to do that when I was a kid on rainy days wake up and just stare out the window before admitting to the world I was awake.  I also used to do it here when the T would get up before me.  But that was usually to shoot very mean glares to the construction workers who were being so fucking loud they woke me up.  Bastards.

This has been an enlightening experience for me. 
The first day, was terrifying. 
Everything about it, getting up early, getting there a few minutes late, taking flack from the T about the lateness.  Then when the Terrorist left... Oh, Jesus.  That was the worst part. 
The day, DRAGGED. 

That was by far the worse day.  Even though the next day he threw whiney fits up the wazoo.  That first day sucked.

It's gotten a billion and ten times better since that first day.
Thank god.

What I've learned...

• Kid entertainment is weird these days... Bionicles.  What the hell is that shit?  Some of the Cartoon Network Cartoons are okay but Yu-gi-oh and Pokemon are just fucking bizarre.
• Apparently the Loch Ness monster is some old dinosaur that was frozen then reanimated.  (Little T can give you a lot more details but personally I think it takes the mystery/excitement/adventure out of it.)
• I now know why stay at home mom's get freakishly happy at the end of summer.  Don't get me wrong, He's a great kid and I love hanging out with him, but I miss having more than a day (or two) a week to myself.  I look forward to the start of school, because I'll have more free time (and more job availability) and because he'll hopefully get a few friends.
• A good book will keep him quite for (almost) as long as a movie. 
  
• Father and son can be amazingly similar even if kid didn't grow up around dad.  (They are both SOOO literal!!  Little T more so in ways such as.. "Wait a minute..."  Then a minute later... "Megan, it's been a Minute!"  Drives me nuts!  The T isn't quite that bad but I'm sure it's just something he grew out of.)

There was more, but he finished his book.  We're gonna go do some together stuff before I have to get in the shower.

• Kids can eat an amazing amount of food.  (Well I don't know if it's all kids or just this one... but sweet jesus the boy can eat!!)
• This whole ordeal has given me some insight to my sister.  She was 27 (my age) when her oldest was 9 (Little T's age).  I don't know how she did it... especially with 2 kids!!  Amazing.

Plan for the night... get home at a semi-reasonable time.  Smoke.  Maybe hang photos.  Watch cheesy dance movie.  Pass out... sleep for... as long as possible.

It kind of cracks me up how my blog went from being filled with stories of my sexcapades to being filled with stories of what I did with the kid.

I'm okay with it, though.

Especially since Little T is going over to Grandpa T's house on Friday night and Big T and I are going to catch up on the sex we haven't been having. 
Yay!

My head hurts.  I woke up with a mild headache and though it hasn't gotten worse, it hasn't gotten any better either. 

Today, is a nice day.  We're gonna go to the library today and maybe the park.  Maybe a picnic in the park, nah, that sounds a bit over ambitious.  Oooh, and I need to go deposit my check and check my po box.  A friend of mine from back home was supposed to send me a heating pad that her mom made me (she made me one years ago but I lost it last summer) and I just got an email from her saying she sent it about 3 weeks ago.  I hope, I hope, I hope it's here!!

Okay, time to stop being a lazy ass and hop to it.

Ps.  I talked to my mom the other day and apparently her and the aunts (at least 2 of the aunts maybe all 3) are going to come out here next summer.  Plus I talked to Nathan and apparently he and the clan (Kathrine and Byron) are all planning on coming out here (moving out) next fall-ish.  I guess the plan is that they're going to get a place in Portland and stay for the lease then at the end of it they'll be moving out here.  (That's what the plan is, I'll believe it when I see it.)
Speaking of moving... the Terrorist kind of threw me a curve ball last night.  Mentioned something about living together.  It was only a mild surprise because last week when Nate was here he mentioned something about having "dibs" if Lesley moved out (I was joking that she'd be moving in with the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet.)  Which as he said.. It would make life a lot easier.  I would see him a whole hell of a lot more and I'd get the morning cuddle time that I now miss, plus I wouldn't have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn to shower and get up here by 8am* and though I'm not completely opposed to the idea I don't think convenience is a good reason to move in with someone.   

* Ass-crack of dawn being 7-730a and "up here" being 5 blocks from my house... but still.  :-)  

I'm exhausted. 
The alarm went off for about 40 mins before I could actually function enough to move.
It's only day 2 though. 
I think I'll get into the swing of things after awhile at least that's what I've found when I worked two jobs in the past.  Not that this is exactly a job.*

Yesterday was a good day.  We hung out, played some video games, watched some Tv.  (By Tv I mean some kid shows on the Internet... very boring but he seems to love them.)  There was some mild boundary pushing yesterday but it's all good because I can push back.  I've watched kids enough to know how they act and though in the past (mainly with my nephews) I was a bit of a softie... I've lost that aspect.  Plus, I know his dad doesn't take any crap so why should I?

Today, not so much of an easy day.  Granted, it's early, and the day could still change but it's a whiny day for sure.  That's alright.  I feel kind of bad though, I can't imagine hanging out with an adult all day makes for a great summer vacation.  I was thinking about going to the park today but it's looking kind of cruddy out so maybe we'll nix that idea but maybe not.  Possibly the library too.  He's a big reader, books would be good, I could use some books too.  I've gotta find some non-tv/computer things for us to do. 

I need coffee. 
I have tomorrow off.  That's awesome.  Granted, the T has some court thing tomorrow night so I'm gonna be watching Little T tomorrow night, at least I don't need to go to work, and I can go to bed early and get more than 5 hours of sleep.  YAY!

I'm getting the urge to roam again.  Hardcore.  Roam or Run?  I'm not sure which.  It doesn't matter 'cause I'm going to ignore it but I think (hope) that by acknowledging it will make it dissipate. 



*It is a job, and I mean no offense to any single parents out there but sitting and blogging or watching movies or going to the park with the kid are all things that I would do without the kid.  I have a point here but I'm loosing it somewhere in the muddle.

 

Vacation is over. 
Nate is sitting over in the C concourse waiting for his boarding time. 
I'm sitting here at Coffee People waiting for the Terrorist to get out of work... or for me to get bored, whichever comes first.
It's different with Nate leaving.  Generally I'm the one to leave and though I am sad that I'm leaving my friends/family I'm also excited to leave Maine/go where ever it is that I'm going that I don't really get all that sad.  That's not the case today. 
Today it's just fucking sad.

We went shopping today which was fun. 
Got a pretty new dress.  Yay!
Even got a compliment from my coworker when I swung by here to get a drink.  (And use the free wifi.)

Just got a call from the Terrorist.  He's going to be here a lot sooner than planned so I'm going to end this.

If I don't procrastinate to much then pictures of the vacation will be up at some point.

Today we had planned to go downtown, wander around, see downtown stuff, eat at Maya's and other stuff.
It didn't happened.  It was hot today and I was tired and uninspired and tired of being admired.  (I'm kind of drunk on tiredness... or something)

Instead we went to the Rose Garden and the Japanese Gardens. (Maya's too)

The Rose garden sucks.  I don't get its appeal.  Yeah it's cool there are so many freakin' roses in one spot but it just kind of makes me wanna sneeze.

The Japanese Gardens are AWESOME.

Many photo's were taken some of which will be uploaded at a later point...
... instead I leave you with our three videos...

This is the first one... there's a bird.  I say something at the end that we can't really figure out what it is. 
Very exciting.

In about 3.5 hours I get on a plane to go back to Oregon. 

 

That's good and bad all wrapped in to a big ball of vacation love.  (If that makes any sense.)

 

I love my family but I think I allotted to much time with them  Even if I didn't actually spend time with them just being near them was enough to set me on edge.  My mother has a hard time grasping the fact that I'm 26 years old.... that's almost 30 for crying out loud.  And she still wants to know where I am and where I'm going and who I'm going to be with and how long I'm going to be there and what we're going to be doing.  Even though I have proven to her (and myself) that I can live (and survive) on the opposite side of the country she still reverts to treating me like I'm 15 when I'm home.  I know she means well, and I know she just does it out of concern and it's probably one of those things you can't just "shut off" when your offspring reaches maturity but it DRIVES ME INSANE!!!

 

When I scheduled to much time with the family the friends kind of fell to the wayside.  That bothers me.  It's not that I spent an ungodly amount of time with my family but because most people work 9-5 type jobs no one is available until later in the evening and quite often they go to bed at a "reasonable hour" which means I can generally only fit one person in each night.  I feel very bad about this.  I would have loved to spend time time with Shawn & Sherri aside from the 20 mins I saw them at the bar.  I would have liked to gotten coffee with Erica as well.  I barely saw Carl, Renee or Leon.  I don't know how many of my friends actually read this but if I missed you while I was in town I'm sorry and I promise (pinkie swear actually) that we'll hang out when I come back from Hawaii this summer.

 

On the upside I think I have just about everything I need to go to Hawaii.  Though my stomach turns into a riot of butterflies every time I start thinking about it a lot.  What the fuck am I doing?  I'm the girl who chose to stay in a relationship that was going nowhere because I couldn't move out of Maine alone!  Now I'm flying all across the country, rooming with a bunch of strangers, willingly jumping on a boat and sailing around the pacific for 5 months while not knowing a single person.  Oh Fuck...

 

I guess I should stop procrastinating.  I need to finish packing, double check to make sure I have everything, shower, triple check to make sure I have everything, convince myself I didn't catch Jolene's cold and head to the airport.