FRICKING FORESTS !!!
You Are Olive Green
You are the most real of all the green shades. You're always true to yourself.
For you, authenticity and honesty are very important... both in others and yourself.
You are grounded and secure. It takes a lot to shake you.
People see you as dependable, probably the most dependable person they know.
What Color Green Are You?
So, I guess I get stuck with the crappy colour. Honestly, I love the colour green, but is there a WORSE one than olive !?
... Oh. And happy Easter.
Sorry to be grumpy on a holiday, and I originally wasn't. Went to church, which was nice, even though Easter songs are crap compared to Christmas, and even the rest of the year, and mostly consist of Alleluias. There was this cute guy in the row behind me who blushed when we shook hands for the peace thing. Ah ah ah.
Had brunch at Gramma's. Breakfast doesn't do much for me, to tell you the truth. I don't like pancakes, or that fancy quiche stuff she makes. I will eat sausages and bacon, but not if there's something else. I did like the chocolate fondue, though.
So, then went over to the Fazio's, as we do every Easter. Did the egg hunt, only this year, since the little girls moved away, we didn't do it on teams. Everyone had their own clues, and it was fricking hard ! It took me SO long to find all mine. I was still the first one done, because Karina accidently took one of James' eggs, which meant that he couldn't find his, and she was halfway done his hunt by the time they figured it out. So she mostly had to start over, and he hadn't gotten very far. So I still won. :P
Karina and Taelur had to go home because their mum was making Easter dinner. Steph, James, Jillian and I took the dog they're minding, Harry (who is SOCUTE) on a walk. I was told we'd go on a trail by this inn nearby. I'd been there before, and it seemed reasonable. It was a wide path, with neatly cut grass, and nothing to trip over, for the most part.
But Steph said there was this path that came out behind some house which led to the road, so we walked across this big meadow to get to this path. I saw a deer, and it was cool. But the meadow was more like a marsh at this time of year, and I got a bit wet. We found a path, but she wasn't sure it was the right one. Oh well, it's got orange markers on it, it must be the right one !
It got steadily more watery and gross as we went into the forest. I couldn't even look for markers anymore, trusting the others to do that; I was too busy watching where I was putting my feet. The ground was pitted, crossed with fallen trees every few steps, and covered in these short sticks with little barbs on them. Everyone else was complaining of getting mud on their pants. I was complaining about the many little cuts, some of them red and raw, I was getting on my legs. I was wearing fricking CAPRIS !! Nobody told me we'd be hiking cross country !!!
I fell down once. On dry grass, thank god. I like those capris. My shoes got soaked after a while. I squelched after that. Every step. Every single fricking step through puddles and muck and fricking piles of deer crap, and getting whacked with branches by Jillian who is too young and silly to think about where she's letting them go as she pushes them aside.
Still, I didn't complain that much, figuring that we'd find this path. Steph said there was a bridge, and sure enough, we soon reached a river. It took us a good five minutes to even locate the bridge, because that's when Steph realized that we had taken some OTHER path, and not the one she had been on before.
The fricking brige was in two pieces. BROKEN. It was a, do not even tell me that this is happening, moment. We could even see the house she was talking about on the other side of a river that was practically a creek. It was maybe four feet across, if that. But no way to cross it. So we find a path that Steph thinks is the one she knows, and we start to follow it.
James says, "I know ! I'll build a bridge !"
"Out of what !?" I ask.
"Logs ! Five of them ! Side by side !"
"James, we have a dog with us. He'd have trouble going across. WE'D have trouble going across. It might break, and we'd fall in ! Let's just follow the path and get home !"
He tries to build a brige, but then follows us down the path. Except, because fate was messing with me, we find a fricking bridge in the middle of the trees. It's broken, but somehow, they still think it's sturdy. James jumps on it to show this, and it breaks. But they find the other half, and attempt to drag it off to the river, but its too heavy. They find another one, all the while hooting and hollering about how COOL and WICKED this ADVENTURE is. Meanwhile, I am trying not to lose my temper.
Remember how I wanted an adventure ? I changed my mind. I don't do so well in adventures. Steph had a walking stick she found, and said, "Look ! I'm like a wizard on an adventure !"
My reply was, "I'm the hobbit that doesn't want to be here !"
Anyway. After about twenty minutes of watching them scurry around like excited toddlers, I started getting more vocal about just going home. James insisted on taking the bridge back to the river, and using it to get across. I again pointed out that the dog would have trouble with the rungs. Nobody listened to me. When they finally had wrestled a piece of the bridge loose from the tree it was nailed to, they were all ready to haul it off to the river.
"If you're going to do that, at least give it a dry run over some land," I suggested. They did. One trip over the bridge made it creak dangerously, and the second time made it tilt sideways. We flipped it over, and saw that the side was cracked. After some more yelling, we finally started back on the path, and sure enough, were in the meadow again, where we could find our way home.
Steph was all apologetic about my shoes, and my legs, and my capris. She said the next time we go on a walk, we'll wear better clothes, and rubber boots. I told her quite frankly that I am never going on another walk with them again. I was fricking miserable the entire time. Thank god it was too cold for bugs, or I would have been homicidal with rage.
So we get home, and aside from some mud at their hems, they're all fine. I, however, am cold, wet, dirty, scratched, and livid.
I think what made me the most mad was they were just gallivanting around like it was some fricking novel. Four kids lost in the woods doesn't always mean they can pull a fantastic idea from their butts and make it work. Stories don't always end nicely. I was just trying to make it home, because we'd been gone for an hour already, and I knew our parents were probably wondering where we were. Because everyone else needed to have their "adventure," mucking around with fricking broken bridges, I had to be the responsible one, pointing out where someone could get hurt, and constantly urging them back home.
Urgh. It was just crap.
And the fricking quiz had the NERVE to ask me if I found a forest relaxing. ARGH !!!!!! *beats head against monitor*
You are the most real of all the green shades. You're always true to yourself.
For you, authenticity and honesty are very important... both in others and yourself.
You are grounded and secure. It takes a lot to shake you.
People see you as dependable, probably the most dependable person they know.
What Color Green Are You?
So, I guess I get stuck with the crappy colour. Honestly, I love the colour green, but is there a WORSE one than olive !?
... Oh. And happy Easter.
Sorry to be grumpy on a holiday, and I originally wasn't. Went to church, which was nice, even though Easter songs are crap compared to Christmas, and even the rest of the year, and mostly consist of Alleluias. There was this cute guy in the row behind me who blushed when we shook hands for the peace thing. Ah ah ah.
Had brunch at Gramma's. Breakfast doesn't do much for me, to tell you the truth. I don't like pancakes, or that fancy quiche stuff she makes. I will eat sausages and bacon, but not if there's something else. I did like the chocolate fondue, though.
So, then went over to the Fazio's, as we do every Easter. Did the egg hunt, only this year, since the little girls moved away, we didn't do it on teams. Everyone had their own clues, and it was fricking hard ! It took me SO long to find all mine. I was still the first one done, because Karina accidently took one of James' eggs, which meant that he couldn't find his, and she was halfway done his hunt by the time they figured it out. So she mostly had to start over, and he hadn't gotten very far. So I still won. :P
Karina and Taelur had to go home because their mum was making Easter dinner. Steph, James, Jillian and I took the dog they're minding, Harry (who is SOCUTE) on a walk. I was told we'd go on a trail by this inn nearby. I'd been there before, and it seemed reasonable. It was a wide path, with neatly cut grass, and nothing to trip over, for the most part.
But Steph said there was this path that came out behind some house which led to the road, so we walked across this big meadow to get to this path. I saw a deer, and it was cool. But the meadow was more like a marsh at this time of year, and I got a bit wet. We found a path, but she wasn't sure it was the right one. Oh well, it's got orange markers on it, it must be the right one !
It got steadily more watery and gross as we went into the forest. I couldn't even look for markers anymore, trusting the others to do that; I was too busy watching where I was putting my feet. The ground was pitted, crossed with fallen trees every few steps, and covered in these short sticks with little barbs on them. Everyone else was complaining of getting mud on their pants. I was complaining about the many little cuts, some of them red and raw, I was getting on my legs. I was wearing fricking CAPRIS !! Nobody told me we'd be hiking cross country !!!
I fell down once. On dry grass, thank god. I like those capris. My shoes got soaked after a while. I squelched after that. Every step. Every single fricking step through puddles and muck and fricking piles of deer crap, and getting whacked with branches by Jillian who is too young and silly to think about where she's letting them go as she pushes them aside.
Still, I didn't complain that much, figuring that we'd find this path. Steph said there was a bridge, and sure enough, we soon reached a river. It took us a good five minutes to even locate the bridge, because that's when Steph realized that we had taken some OTHER path, and not the one she had been on before.
The fricking brige was in two pieces. BROKEN. It was a, do not even tell me that this is happening, moment. We could even see the house she was talking about on the other side of a river that was practically a creek. It was maybe four feet across, if that. But no way to cross it. So we find a path that Steph thinks is the one she knows, and we start to follow it.
James says, "I know ! I'll build a bridge !"
"Out of what !?" I ask.
"Logs ! Five of them ! Side by side !"
"James, we have a dog with us. He'd have trouble going across. WE'D have trouble going across. It might break, and we'd fall in ! Let's just follow the path and get home !"
He tries to build a brige, but then follows us down the path. Except, because fate was messing with me, we find a fricking bridge in the middle of the trees. It's broken, but somehow, they still think it's sturdy. James jumps on it to show this, and it breaks. But they find the other half, and attempt to drag it off to the river, but its too heavy. They find another one, all the while hooting and hollering about how COOL and WICKED this ADVENTURE is. Meanwhile, I am trying not to lose my temper.
Remember how I wanted an adventure ? I changed my mind. I don't do so well in adventures. Steph had a walking stick she found, and said, "Look ! I'm like a wizard on an adventure !"
My reply was, "I'm the hobbit that doesn't want to be here !"
Anyway. After about twenty minutes of watching them scurry around like excited toddlers, I started getting more vocal about just going home. James insisted on taking the bridge back to the river, and using it to get across. I again pointed out that the dog would have trouble with the rungs. Nobody listened to me. When they finally had wrestled a piece of the bridge loose from the tree it was nailed to, they were all ready to haul it off to the river.
"If you're going to do that, at least give it a dry run over some land," I suggested. They did. One trip over the bridge made it creak dangerously, and the second time made it tilt sideways. We flipped it over, and saw that the side was cracked. After some more yelling, we finally started back on the path, and sure enough, were in the meadow again, where we could find our way home.
Steph was all apologetic about my shoes, and my legs, and my capris. She said the next time we go on a walk, we'll wear better clothes, and rubber boots. I told her quite frankly that I am never going on another walk with them again. I was fricking miserable the entire time. Thank god it was too cold for bugs, or I would have been homicidal with rage.
So we get home, and aside from some mud at their hems, they're all fine. I, however, am cold, wet, dirty, scratched, and livid.
I think what made me the most mad was they were just gallivanting around like it was some fricking novel. Four kids lost in the woods doesn't always mean they can pull a fantastic idea from their butts and make it work. Stories don't always end nicely. I was just trying to make it home, because we'd been gone for an hour already, and I knew our parents were probably wondering where we were. Because everyone else needed to have their "adventure," mucking around with fricking broken bridges, I had to be the responsible one, pointing out where someone could get hurt, and constantly urging them back home.
Urgh. It was just crap.
And the fricking quiz had the NERVE to ask me if I found a forest relaxing. ARGH !!!!!! *beats head against monitor*