This is actually my face.
I took this weekend off because it's Memorial Day and my BIL wanted to GO SOMEWHERE for his birthday and I just needed it off, in general. First, we were going to down to the Salt Lake area and fun was going to ensue. I'm up for that because a trip to IKEA was in the cards and I have yet to go to an IKEA and I feel I must someday go to one. For some reason that was called off and we were going to the nearby reservoir for camping and fishing fun. I wasn't too thrilled about this until Mom told me that we would actually be spending the nights at home and just there during the day. Okay, I was down with that. Basking in the sun, most likely with a book in my hand. My own bed at night. A computer within reach. Not bad.
Nope. We can't do that anymore because it's going to be cold. Um, yeah. It's IDAHO and it's not even summer here yet.
So, I was informed tonight that we're going to Yellowstone Bear World in Rexburg. Go look it up. Those are the words out of my mother's mouth. Go. Look. It. Up. And find what, mother? Drive four hours to sit in the car and drive around a loop of what is really just Yellowstone Junior and see animals that I can actually see on my way to and from work every day. Okay, not the bear but everything else. And we did Yellowstone proper when I was 13 and I remember that being a hoot and a half. Of course, that was my first real case of PMS... and we all lived through it... barely.
But really, you should all look it up. On a list of the top 20 places to go in Rexburg, they list the Dairy Queen has number 9. Not a cool Dairy Queen that is retro or the very first one or even that is anything you couldn't find in any other small town USA. No, this is just a plain Dairy Queen. There's also a random automotive parts shop on the list. I'm sure it was put together by some computer somewhere that does these lists for places that have actual things to go do. Not anyone that cares about the area.
Even the list that the city council, who cares about the area, puts out is pretty sparse, though. Four hours in the car, three hours in the car again for the loop and whatever else for the "amusement rides", dinner with the family, sleeping in a hotel room where I will keep up my family with my nocturnal noises (I make this funny moaning gurgle when I sleep, or so I've been told) and then be told all about it IN GREAT DETAIL the next day while we take in all that is to see in Rexburg. And then four more hours in the car.
So no IKEA. No computer close by except on my phone. Books, yes. Sun, maybe. Family fun... that I will have to suffer through because Mandie is coming off a four day stint of 12 hour days and she's never any fun when she's that tired. Num has turned into quite the talker which means he does a lot of yowling. Nic could care less that I'm around when he has Papa, Gramma and Auntie M.
Can I say no without hurting BIL's feelings? Probably not. So I'm coming off a crummy couple of weeks at work (which culminated today with H asking me if it was her fault that I was feeling so grumpy to which I answered, "No, it's me" like an idiot because I can never combat tears WHICH HAVE NO PLACE IN THE WORKPLACE, if you ask me. But I cave every time!) to have a crummy time with the family.
I want to cry. I really do.
I've already tried saying no to Mom. So I guess I'll go look it up again to see if it's gotten any better.
This entry was cross posted at dreamwidth - where the cool kids hang out.
Nope. We can't do that anymore because it's going to be cold. Um, yeah. It's IDAHO and it's not even summer here yet.
So, I was informed tonight that we're going to Yellowstone Bear World in Rexburg. Go look it up. Those are the words out of my mother's mouth. Go. Look. It. Up. And find what, mother? Drive four hours to sit in the car and drive around a loop of what is really just Yellowstone Junior and see animals that I can actually see on my way to and from work every day. Okay, not the bear but everything else. And we did Yellowstone proper when I was 13 and I remember that being a hoot and a half. Of course, that was my first real case of PMS... and we all lived through it... barely.
But really, you should all look it up. On a list of the top 20 places to go in Rexburg, they list the Dairy Queen has number 9. Not a cool Dairy Queen that is retro or the very first one or even that is anything you couldn't find in any other small town USA. No, this is just a plain Dairy Queen. There's also a random automotive parts shop on the list. I'm sure it was put together by some computer somewhere that does these lists for places that have actual things to go do. Not anyone that cares about the area.
Even the list that the city council, who cares about the area, puts out is pretty sparse, though. Four hours in the car, three hours in the car again for the loop and whatever else for the "amusement rides", dinner with the family, sleeping in a hotel room where I will keep up my family with my nocturnal noises (I make this funny moaning gurgle when I sleep, or so I've been told) and then be told all about it IN GREAT DETAIL the next day while we take in all that is to see in Rexburg. And then four more hours in the car.
So no IKEA. No computer close by except on my phone. Books, yes. Sun, maybe. Family fun... that I will have to suffer through because Mandie is coming off a four day stint of 12 hour days and she's never any fun when she's that tired. Num has turned into quite the talker which means he does a lot of yowling. Nic could care less that I'm around when he has Papa, Gramma and Auntie M.
Can I say no without hurting BIL's feelings? Probably not. So I'm coming off a crummy couple of weeks at work (which culminated today with H asking me if it was her fault that I was feeling so grumpy to which I answered, "No, it's me" like an idiot because I can never combat tears WHICH HAVE NO PLACE IN THE WORKPLACE, if you ask me. But I cave every time!) to have a crummy time with the family.
I want to cry. I really do.
I've already tried saying no to Mom. So I guess I'll go look it up again to see if it's gotten any better.
This entry was cross posted at dreamwidth - where the cool kids hang out.