So, apparently my Grandmother had a stroke. I have zero information other than that. She could be dead and I wouldn't know. That small amount of info came via my mom who got it from my little brothers. So she probably doesn't know much else either.
I should probably care more than I do right now. I mean, she was an ok grandmother once. Always remembered my birthday, which is a plus in my family. And she turned me on to strawberries on vanilla ice cream. Which is nice, considering I don't really like vanilla ice cream.
But, ever since Mom and Dad split up, she's pretended I don't exist. Which I'll never understand. Sure, we aren't blood related (this is actually my step dad's mom) but still, she's been around since I was 7. I would think it'd be hard to be a grandmother for so many years and then just stop. The family is pretty nuts-o though, so she probably can't figure out how she could/should acknowledge me as her granddaughter if her son doesn't treat me like his daughter anymore.
So yeah, I'm a little sad. I get sad if I hear a stranger had a stroke. It sucks. And I tend to have a heart so I sympathize. But that's just it, I sympathize as if she were a stranger instead of my grandmother. And that sucks.
And as for my Dad, I would like to feel bad for him. His mother is sick. But I don't.
This will probably end up a poem... whoever said I should write a book about my family relationships didn't know what they were asking for.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
All I need is Tea and Mead
Saturday John and I drove down the mountain to Boulder to spend the day with my friend Stacy. We wandered around Pearl Street for awhile, just looking around at the stores and stuff. We were really just killing time until Stacy and her boyfriend showed up. But I showed John all kinds of fun things from the summer I lived there-my old office, the bookstore, where we watched Catch and Release being filmed, where there was a man in a wold costume dancing on the corner. It was really great remembering. But I also remembered that I never want to live there again because it can be really crowded. I need to be up in the mountains.
Stacy and Richard arrived and we waited around for a table at Lucille's. I don't know how many people told me I had to eat there, but it was at least 5. I never did, because the wait is usually 30 mins to an hour. But now I have! And it was as amazing as everyone says. So if you're in Boulder, go to Lucille's. Just get there an hour before you're going to be ready to eat.
After lunch, we wandered around Boulder some more. Saw the creek and just talked. Then we went to the Celestial Seasonings factory. Yet another place that I never went to when I was there. And Stacy, who lived there for years, hadn't been yet. The factory wasn't running since it was the weekend, but we still got free tea and a tour. It was pretty great. CS is the greatest tea ever!
Next was a short trip over to Redstone Meadery. Stacy's boyfriend knew of this super hidden place and it turned out to be amazing. We got to taste almost all of the mead they make there, most of which were great. And then we bought some of our own. It's really hard to find good mead, I've found, so this discovery made me very very happy.
That left us at a drive back up the mountain, and a lazy evening by the river.
Stacy and Richard arrived and we waited around for a table at Lucille's. I don't know how many people told me I had to eat there, but it was at least 5. I never did, because the wait is usually 30 mins to an hour. But now I have! And it was as amazing as everyone says. So if you're in Boulder, go to Lucille's. Just get there an hour before you're going to be ready to eat.
After lunch, we wandered around Boulder some more. Saw the creek and just talked. Then we went to the Celestial Seasonings factory. Yet another place that I never went to when I was there. And Stacy, who lived there for years, hadn't been yet. The factory wasn't running since it was the weekend, but we still got free tea and a tour. It was pretty great. CS is the greatest tea ever!
Next was a short trip over to Redstone Meadery. Stacy's boyfriend knew of this super hidden place and it turned out to be amazing. We got to taste almost all of the mead they make there, most of which were great. And then we bought some of our own. It's really hard to find good mead, I've found, so this discovery made me very very happy.
That left us at a drive back up the mountain, and a lazy evening by the river.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Trek to John's Hill
The vacation does get better! After the disaster of day 1, John and I both woke up refreshed and ready to have fun. We went grocery shopping and settled into the house. Then we explored the National Park. Didn't do a lot that first night. Drove up the east side of the park. We stopped and took some pictures before it started raining. Then decided to drive back down instead of going to the Alpine Summit. We did walk around Sprague Lake, where my brothers loved to fish, but don't have any pictures because my freaking camera broke! Luckily John had his so I didn't go without a camera for the rest of the trip, but mine is very dead. I think it got old.
That night we also found gold in the river! We saw all these sparkles so John jumped in and started pulling out rocks. They aren't big pieces of gold, and they could be fools gold, but still we have a lot of rocks with gold flakes in them!
So the next day, we went back to the river and looked around some more. While we ate in the valley John saw a hill he wanted to climb. Only problem was it was on the other side of the river. Now, this is probably more of a stream than a river, but it was deep enough I couldn't just hike across it. So we walked up and down the river trying to find a place to cross. We failed.
The hill we were trying to get to:
So we drove a ways down and decided to just start walking along the river, towards the hill, until we found a place to cross. We eventually did and it felt so so nice to be in the cold water. Then we just had a long walk (1-2 miles?) across the plains. But we made it to the hill, climbed up all the rocks, and then had an amazing view! We decided that we were the first to conqueror the hill, so we named it John's Hill.
On the way back, we took a slightly different route, followed the river more closely rather than walk across the grass. We found bones! Seriously, we're just trekking along and then there's bones at our feet. We're pretty sure they were elk, as that's pretty much the animal (besides prairie dogs) that wander around that area, plus one of the bones still had fur on it. It was pretty crazy stuff.
That night we also found gold in the river! We saw all these sparkles so John jumped in and started pulling out rocks. They aren't big pieces of gold, and they could be fools gold, but still we have a lot of rocks with gold flakes in them!
So the next day, we went back to the river and looked around some more. While we ate in the valley John saw a hill he wanted to climb. Only problem was it was on the other side of the river. Now, this is probably more of a stream than a river, but it was deep enough I couldn't just hike across it. So we walked up and down the river trying to find a place to cross. We failed.
The hill we were trying to get to:
So we drove a ways down and decided to just start walking along the river, towards the hill, until we found a place to cross. We eventually did and it felt so so nice to be in the cold water. Then we just had a long walk (1-2 miles?) across the plains. But we made it to the hill, climbed up all the rocks, and then had an amazing view! We decided that we were the first to conqueror the hill, so we named it John's Hill.
On the way back, we took a slightly different route, followed the river more closely rather than walk across the grass. We found bones! Seriously, we're just trekking along and then there's bones at our feet. We're pretty sure they were elk, as that's pretty much the animal (besides prairie dogs) that wander around that area, plus one of the bones still had fur on it. It was pretty crazy stuff.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Day 1 sucked!
Well, we're back from Colorado.
I think this report may have to be done in installments. There's just too much to say!
We had to get up insanely early on Wednesday to catch our plane. And by early, I mean 4:00 at the latest. I was up at 3:40, mainly because I wasn't really sleeping anyway. I was so anxious. I tried to go to bed at 11, but it didn't work out so well. I actually woke up at like 2 and had to jump up and down and wave my arms all around to settle myself. I say all this so you will understand how tired I am in my story later.
We got to Denver at 10:30, 12:30 our time. And went to get our rental car. First, I dealt with a lady who actually said "God, I'm really getting them all today, aren't I?" when I asked about adding John as a driver for free, as I was told I could by them before I left. Let's just say John was not officially added, as she refused to do it despite my print off saying I could. I was too tired to fight it. I just let John drive anyway.
Our car was a piece of shit. Really. If you tried to back out of a parking spot, there was a giant plastic piece around this minuscule window, so you couldn't see. It's truly a miracle I didn't hit something. And it squealed. So, don't get a Pontiac Vibe. Note, this is an "intermediate SUV" when I was supposed to just get an "intermediate " car... something like mine. They messed up, and tried to charge me for the upgrade. Just another hassle.
Ok, so we get on the road. Our house was like 2 hours from the airport. Up in the mountains. We stopped in Boulder for some lunch. Which was insane, because I had forgotten how wild Boulder can be in the summer. I was in this terrible car, trying to remember where I was and dodge all kinds of people. John and I were both tired so we were bitching at one another.
But, we finally got fed and dodged more bikers going up the mountain, but we made it to our house. We expected great relief. A nice huge bottle of water and a nap. Instead, we discovered that there was no electricity or water in our house!
I knew this wasn't right. I didn't sign up for a rustic cabin. I needed my amenities. All Johna asked for was a flush toilet and fishing and I made sure I could deliver. But here we were, no toilets. No light. Nothing. Of course, we had no cell phone reception out in the mountains and with no power the phone in the house didn't work, so I couldn't call the owner and figure out what was up. I certainly didn't want to get back in the car and drive to town, even if it was only 15 minutes away, to get a signal. So for awhile we just sat around hoping by some miracle the power would come back on.
Somehow, we ran into a neighbor who told us lightning had strike a power line. At least we had an answer. But, we had no idea how long the power would be out. Who knows if those people were even smart enough to call the electric company. And I was very worried that they would just take forever. Who really cares if the people up in the mountains have power? They're roughing it anyway!
We drove to Estes Park and got a hotel. We ate the the Grumpy Gringo-which I was at that point. Not very good food, by the way. Since we had been so caught up in figuring out the house/cabin issue we hadn't been taking care of ourselves. And we had been up early and for far too many hours. So we both had a bit of altitude sickness. I knew if I slept and drank enough water, I'd be better so I tried that. But John was really sick, so it was pretty much just a miserable night. But we were both fine in the morning, as expected.
The power came back on at the house that evening, but by the time the lady who owns it called us, we were in bed (it was midnight our time) and we'd had the hotel all set up. So we got a day knocked off what we owed her and planned to go back the next day to start our real vacation.
I think this report may have to be done in installments. There's just too much to say!
We had to get up insanely early on Wednesday to catch our plane. And by early, I mean 4:00 at the latest. I was up at 3:40, mainly because I wasn't really sleeping anyway. I was so anxious. I tried to go to bed at 11, but it didn't work out so well. I actually woke up at like 2 and had to jump up and down and wave my arms all around to settle myself. I say all this so you will understand how tired I am in my story later.
We got to Denver at 10:30, 12:30 our time. And went to get our rental car. First, I dealt with a lady who actually said "God, I'm really getting them all today, aren't I?" when I asked about adding John as a driver for free, as I was told I could by them before I left. Let's just say John was not officially added, as she refused to do it despite my print off saying I could. I was too tired to fight it. I just let John drive anyway.
Our car was a piece of shit. Really. If you tried to back out of a parking spot, there was a giant plastic piece around this minuscule window, so you couldn't see. It's truly a miracle I didn't hit something. And it squealed. So, don't get a Pontiac Vibe. Note, this is an "intermediate SUV" when I was supposed to just get an "intermediate " car... something like mine. They messed up, and tried to charge me for the upgrade. Just another hassle.
Ok, so we get on the road. Our house was like 2 hours from the airport. Up in the mountains. We stopped in Boulder for some lunch. Which was insane, because I had forgotten how wild Boulder can be in the summer. I was in this terrible car, trying to remember where I was and dodge all kinds of people. John and I were both tired so we were bitching at one another.
But, we finally got fed and dodged more bikers going up the mountain, but we made it to our house. We expected great relief. A nice huge bottle of water and a nap. Instead, we discovered that there was no electricity or water in our house!
I knew this wasn't right. I didn't sign up for a rustic cabin. I needed my amenities. All Johna asked for was a flush toilet and fishing and I made sure I could deliver. But here we were, no toilets. No light. Nothing. Of course, we had no cell phone reception out in the mountains and with no power the phone in the house didn't work, so I couldn't call the owner and figure out what was up. I certainly didn't want to get back in the car and drive to town, even if it was only 15 minutes away, to get a signal. So for awhile we just sat around hoping by some miracle the power would come back on.
Somehow, we ran into a neighbor who told us lightning had strike a power line. At least we had an answer. But, we had no idea how long the power would be out. Who knows if those people were even smart enough to call the electric company. And I was very worried that they would just take forever. Who really cares if the people up in the mountains have power? They're roughing it anyway!
We drove to Estes Park and got a hotel. We ate the the Grumpy Gringo-which I was at that point. Not very good food, by the way. Since we had been so caught up in figuring out the house/cabin issue we hadn't been taking care of ourselves. And we had been up early and for far too many hours. So we both had a bit of altitude sickness. I knew if I slept and drank enough water, I'd be better so I tried that. But John was really sick, so it was pretty much just a miserable night. But we were both fine in the morning, as expected.
The power came back on at the house that evening, but by the time the lady who owns it called us, we were in bed (it was midnight our time) and we'd had the hotel all set up. So we got a day knocked off what we owed her and planned to go back the next day to start our real vacation.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Colorado Time!
We are finally off to Colorado! Hooray for a week in the mountains!
It is my agenda to make John love it as much as I do. We need a summer home... or we will some day.
Don't miss me too much!
It is my agenda to make John love it as much as I do. We need a summer home... or we will some day.
Don't miss me too much!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Summer Reading
Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella: This was one that I just picked up because I knew it would be silly and I wouldn't have to think about it. I was right, It was cute, but could have been a lot better. Good for the beach when your brain is being fried by the sun anyway.
Picture Perfect by Jodi Picoult: This book made me ask "Is it possible to write an abusive wife who I don't hate"? Really, just leave the freakin relationship! This is very frustrating to me. And I know it's not always that easy. But I really should be feeling some sympathy for the character, and I didn't. That said, it's still a good book. Just not the usual Jodi, where I am torn because I feel something for all the characters.
A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini: All I have to say is everyone should read this book. It was very moving.
Like Water For Chocolate by Laura Esquivel: I've read this twice before, but I just felt the need for something familiar and wonderful. It was just as good, if not better, the 3rd time around. (PS, the movie is also great, if you can stand the subtitles...which I tend to love).
Picture Perfect by Jodi Picoult: This book made me ask "Is it possible to write an abusive wife who I don't hate"? Really, just leave the freakin relationship! This is very frustrating to me. And I know it's not always that easy. But I really should be feeling some sympathy for the character, and I didn't. That said, it's still a good book. Just not the usual Jodi, where I am torn because I feel something for all the characters.
A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini: All I have to say is everyone should read this book. It was very moving.
Like Water For Chocolate by Laura Esquivel: I've read this twice before, but I just felt the need for something familiar and wonderful. It was just as good, if not better, the 3rd time around. (PS, the movie is also great, if you can stand the subtitles...which I tend to love).
Friday, June 20, 2008
I'm a Marylander!
Well, I put it off for a really long time, at first because I didn't ever intend to stay in Maryland, and then I guess I was just trying to make myself believe I was actually going to....but I finally went and got my Maryland drivers license today. And I registered to vote.
So, I'm officially a Marylander!
So, I'm officially a Marylander!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Colorado Rivers=Uncooperative
So I'm trying to book a white water rafting trip for while we're in Colorado.
The Poudre River is the closest to our cabin. The short trip is... well really short, but the long trip gets too difficult.
The perfect trip skill-wise is on the Upper Colorado. That is apparently 2.5 hours from our cabin. Which doesn't make the 8:30am departure for the day trip too appealing. I don't think I want to be leaving at 6am.
So we've determined we're going to take the short trip either way. The Colorado is probably longer and therefore better, but it's further away.
Why can't the Poudre (closer) river just have easier rapids so we could take the long trip?!
Annoyed.
The Poudre River is the closest to our cabin. The short trip is... well really short, but the long trip gets too difficult.
The perfect trip skill-wise is on the Upper Colorado. That is apparently 2.5 hours from our cabin. Which doesn't make the 8:30am departure for the day trip too appealing. I don't think I want to be leaving at 6am.
So we've determined we're going to take the short trip either way. The Colorado is probably longer and therefore better, but it's further away.
Why can't the Poudre (closer) river just have easier rapids so we could take the long trip?!
Annoyed.
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