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Back from N.Carolina.
The trip was horribly irritating. As soon as we got there, Bob was like "I have to run errands! Let's go!" Since Breanna and Mary (Josh's sister and mom, respectively) were at work, we had to go because we couldn't be left there without someone else. Five hours in a god damned car, and you want us to get back in one without a break? You've got to be out of your fucking mind.
But, as Josh pointed out, we only gave them a two day notice (because his work's good for hiding your schedual), so I didn't bitch at Bob for his inconcideration.
Mary and Breanna managed to get off an hour early, and so arrived before we got back from errands in 100 degree heat. When we returned, I got to learn that this wasn't a planned excursion (at least, not in a "we were going to already do it and we're not changing our plans because you can't give notice). It was the one time in five years the jackass checked mail, and found a bill (that wasn't due for a few weeks) and was like "I'ma deliver the check!", via Mary chewing Bob out. So it was a planned excursion in the "I'm gonna start pissing them off early!"
And then the air conditioner broke, apparently because Mary turned it down from 80 to a more reasonable 70. I'm sorry, but if your AC doesn't go below 80... It's exclusively a heater. Then Bob started bitching because she turned all of the fans in the house down so we wouldn't melt.
Went out to eat (totally wanted more car time. Yup.)at this tiny ass privately owned cafe that NEEDED to be three times its size with the amount of business that they apparently get. Got to wait two hours for a burger that ranked in quality just slightly above Burger King's burgers.
I was slightly more pissed.
Played frisbee with Bandit, a 12 year old Border Collie that's cool as hell. T'was the second best part of the trip.
Once we were dismissed from frisbee (Bandit ran under a bush to chew on it), we played cards (Spades and Rummy), which normally would be fun, BUT!
Bob bitched when someone fucked up. It wasn't the "Oh my god. Are you serious? You suck" joking around bitching, either, it was the "OMG! The world's going to end because some idiot cost me a book! I'ma kill them!" bitching that totally sucked the fun out. Because I'd never played Spades before, and it'd been years since Breanna had, so we were both like "Umm... What do we do?" I think we did remarkably well for newbies. Bob apparently never loses at Spades, and we handed his ass to him. Josh likewise handed everyone's ass to them at Rummy.
After cards, Josh and I announced bedtime.
Bob was like "Wait! Lemme show you something!"
We were like "Ugh. Really?" We'd both taken our shoes and socks off.
"Yes! It's awesome."
So we dragged our footwear back on (mind you I hate shoes and socks. I'd much rather be barefoot. So this act alone when I thought I was done with the bastards irked me), to walk around the house so he could activate every light. I thought this was just to show us while we were on our way to see something that qualified as slightly nifty that he could have showed us when we were in the shop four hours ago looking at his wood working. Make the hike to the shop, and Josh asks what he wanted to show us.
"The lights."
Had I been slightly more awake, I would have verbally ripped his head off. However, going into a vocal rampage seemed like it would cost way more energy than reverting to the teenage sigh-then-roll-your-eyes-and-storm-away-angrily thing.
We finally get to bed. Only, they don't have a guest room, so we're stuck out on the porch where I can't lock a door so I can sleep in my undies (or, given the heat, naked. Yay, tmi!). So I'm stuck in jeans and a t-shirt (changing seemed like too much work, and I didn't want to give anyone the time to drag me off to see some other bullshit that I don't care about) while Josh yanks his shirt off and is like "Ah, that's better!"
I informed him that he was a jackass, then we went to bed.
Where I started getting molested by fleas. With them, being covered in sweat, and the god damned goose outside our window, I couldn't sleep.
As soon as someone else got up, I claimed a shower. Which was a waste of time. My ferrets can pee with more water presure than their shower had, AND they have well water, so even after you've washed you still feel slimy. I'm convinced I would have been better off just using their creek as a bathtub.
Bob wanted to drag us out to a flea market all day in the weather. Breanna was like "fuck you." so we didn't go (I love that girl).
Instead, we ate breakfast, Josh and Bob retreated to the shop for man things (where Bob apparently tried to get Josh into trouble with some pot, but Josh held his ground. Which is a good thing, because I would have pinned it ALL on Bob for his use of "I'm dying. You HAVE to smoke one last joint with me." Fortunately, I'm a magnificent nag, so pissing me off and having to listen to me outweighed disappointing an irritant. When Bob saw me again, I got lectured for making him quit weed to which I informed him that I didn't make Josh do anything, he quit on his own because he knew I hated it and that the old fuck should deal.), Mary showed me her crochet stuff..... And after 30-something years of crochet didn't know that there was stuff OTHER than Red Heart. No wonder that Josh told me not to make him an afghan on the basis that it'd be itchy as fuck. Us girls chilled in the house for a while, until the air suddenly decided that it was alright to work again.
Played cards again (damnit), then had s'getti, which was amazing even if I did have to pick mushrooms out of it. Retreated into the livingroom to watch(the worst episoodes of) Stargate, because watching something that every person there has seen dozens of times makes more sense than putting in something that your two guests haven't seen that your family thinks they would really enjoy. Everyone but me and Josh passed out in front of the TV, so he and I went outside, where we wandered their land, deemed it boring (Bob's one of those asses whose goal is to clear out every tree and take away the fun of poking around), then decided to take a walk down the gravel part of their road (the pavement ended at their driveway). We went down two off the road paths into the woods, one I think was made by an old creek bed, the other by four wheelers, and then probably about a mile out on the main road itself. We would have went farther, but it started being all uphill, and looked like it was starting to turn into someone's driveway. Total, I think we walked 3 miles (this was the best part of the trip, despite the sweating. It was in the evening, and a nice breeze was blowing. Sweat was from physical exertion, not heat). Decided that we were just going to go home after Josh got a shower, that way I wouldn't kill Bob.
Discovered that Breanna had dug their Monopoly game out to play with us (apparently she's the only one there that likes it and never has anyone to play with.), so we stayed for a game. In which I wiped the floor with both of them (I owned everything, and had hotels on everything except for Boardwalk and Park Place, and would have had that if I'd had $500 more. At the end, Josh was doing really well at landing on the draw-a-card spaces, corner spaces, and Go. I -wanted- to get hotels on everything, so when he DID land on my shit I only charged him $100. Then one round he landed on my stuff three times and didn't have anything else to give me.)
And now we're home. Yay. We were going to kidnap Breanna, since EJ's going to go up there in three weeks. Mary (who is manager at Taco Bell, and therefore Breanna's boss as well as mother) was going to let her have the days off for it, since they'd just got a new person so they'd be covered, but Bob was all like "no because then no one would be here to fetch me shit." Which irked the hell out of me, but I lack the power to do anything about it.
After getting one hour of sleep in a 24 hour timeframe, I figured I'd come home and sleep all day. I got three hours and now am wide awake and starving because of the time.
I think I'm going to order me some hotwings from Pizza Hut. Even though I want a potato bowl from KFC. The colonel needs to deliver, damnit. I was going to go Wing Zone (not to be confused with Wing Street), but they don't open 'til noon.
School may be put off 'til next year or the year after.... i forget if i mentioned it in the last post, buuuut I apparently don't count as an indepedant right now, which is fucking retarded. Were I an independent, I would be able to pay for my college entirely in grants, and get a few hundred to spend on "school supplies." However, since I'm not married, 25, or the only one here working, my parents are still required to pay a chunk. I know how much my dad makes, and I'm pretty sure it's going to make it so I don't get jack for grants. Which is bullshit because they're not able to help me because they're still recovering from when he couldn't work for 6 months. If this is the case, I'm going to be like "I'll come back after I'm hitched. Sign me up for the 2012 classes."
I'll be damned if I have to take out a loan, when I don't have to accoring to -our- financial status, but because some jackass that had rich parents apparently doesn't know the meaning of the word "independant" and thanks that status should be earned through age, rather than years on your own. I'm independant enough to join the fucking military, and live on my own for nearly three years; I should qualify. I tried to talk Josh into going to the court house to get unofficially married and just not tell anyone, that way I'd be good, but he's not going for that one.
Dunno why, it's going to happen eventually, anyway.
Stupid men.