Gilbert, get out of the fire!
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rachg82Heh, that's what Mom and I keep yelling (the subject heading). That, and "I do what I want!", like Cartman on South Park. Except really I yell that, and Mom goes "I feed my kid fried chicken and potatoes and gravy, whenever he want!" Fat babies on Maury Povich today, you see. I had to stop watching it, because I couldn't take it. It was either that, or fly to these parent's houses, and seriously hit each and every one of them. Heh, just ring the doorbell, and then like smack them upside the head when they open the door. Then walk away, grumbling to myself. They're all "The Hell was that?", rubbing their heads. Hee. Dude, I'm sorry, but a three year old should never weigh as much as me. God. Poor kid.
Corinne was a crabby ass woman, today. Heh. Must be something in the air, lately. At least she has the pregnancy hormones to blame, though. Mom was on the phone with the lady who did the alterations on my dress, giving her directions to our house (she was going to drop it off here at first, then they worked something else out), and Corinne was all picking a fight with us over the directions. Heh. "You would NOT turn left, coming from Scholls Ferry!" I was like "Dude, whatever! Who cares, there's only one way to turn onto this street, anyway! It doesn't even matter whether we tell her right or left!" She was still all "You're wrong, it would be a right turn" though. God. Get over it. Like a dog with a bone, this girl. Like me, really. Heh. But that's beside the point. I will fight to the bloody death when I'm positive I'm right about something. Must be a family trait.
We went over to check out where Corinne's having her reception, since she hasn't actually seen it herself yet. Neither had I, so that was fun. It's going to be at this place called Jenkins Estate, in Aloha (that picture doesn't do the grounds justice, but you can at least see the house. It's much prettier in person, and on the inside. And blah blah). About fifteen minutes from my house, and I never even knew it existed. It says on the pamphlets "On Cooper Mt. in Aloha, Oregon!" I'm all "There's a Cooper mountain?" Haha. I've lived here my whole life! I'm like "This is a mountain? Huh." Mom didn't realize either! Hee. We are so fucking with it. Everything is a mountain around here though, it seems. I mean, compared to other parts of the country. To me, it's just like whatever, they're hills. I don't pay attention unless you're talking a mountain-mountain. You know, like Mt. Hood. Snowcapped peaks and all that jazz.
But yeah, so it had a great view, because it was up high, overlooking Tualatin valley. Very woodsy and pretty. Open spaces so if it's not too cold out, kids can go outside and play if they want. There's stables with horses too, but we aren't renting them. The house itself is nice. Lots of rooms, and it's all homey. I thought it was a fun place, because it feels like you get to hang out in a museum by yourself for a while. Heh. There's fireplaces in lots of the rooms, and rugs and old-fashioned lighting fixtures and all. The bathrooms have tubs, even. It's just fun. More affordable than some hotels and places like that were offering, but I think it's way nicer. I'm definitely bringing my camera and taking shit-loads of pictures at the reception, and I'll post them afterward. Same with the wedding. Because everyone knows I'm a shameless photo whore.
Speaking of the wedding, Corinne and I both thought it was going to be in Vancouver all this time, but it's in Victoria. For God's sake. Heh. Of course Mom wouldn't admit that she'd told us wrong, though. But, yes, it will apparently be in Victoria, B.C. Not Vancouver. Victoria's supposed to be really pretty, though. So, cool. They have tea there! I mean, not just tea itself, heh. They have tea time. Hee, I'm all excited by that. I want to have a tea party! And talk with a fake British accent, even though it's Canada! And annoy all the native residents by my obnoxious tourist behavior! Heh. Good times!
Still feeling moody today. Not quite sure what my problem is. I'm working on snapping out of it. Hey, it's Friday night, which means stand-up should be on. That always cheers me up.
The lady at the estate was saying how someone should be written down as responsible for making sure everything was cleaned up after the reception, other than the bride/groom and their parents. So Corinne looks at me, and I'm all "I'm the maid?" Heh. Then the woman goes "Well, someone over 18." Sigh. WHAT. Ever. Let's just file it away under "things I don't think about tonight." Oh, well. I'm just tired of looking so young for my age. It's a sore spot with me.
Corinne was a crabby ass woman, today. Heh. Must be something in the air, lately. At least she has the pregnancy hormones to blame, though. Mom was on the phone with the lady who did the alterations on my dress, giving her directions to our house (she was going to drop it off here at first, then they worked something else out), and Corinne was all picking a fight with us over the directions. Heh. "You would NOT turn left, coming from Scholls Ferry!" I was like "Dude, whatever! Who cares, there's only one way to turn onto this street, anyway! It doesn't even matter whether we tell her right or left!" She was still all "You're wrong, it would be a right turn" though. God. Get over it. Like a dog with a bone, this girl. Like me, really. Heh. But that's beside the point. I will fight to the bloody death when I'm positive I'm right about something. Must be a family trait.
We went over to check out where Corinne's having her reception, since she hasn't actually seen it herself yet. Neither had I, so that was fun. It's going to be at this place called Jenkins Estate, in Aloha (that picture doesn't do the grounds justice, but you can at least see the house. It's much prettier in person, and on the inside. And blah blah). About fifteen minutes from my house, and I never even knew it existed. It says on the pamphlets "On Cooper Mt. in Aloha, Oregon!" I'm all "There's a Cooper mountain?" Haha. I've lived here my whole life! I'm like "This is a mountain? Huh." Mom didn't realize either! Hee. We are so fucking with it. Everything is a mountain around here though, it seems. I mean, compared to other parts of the country. To me, it's just like whatever, they're hills. I don't pay attention unless you're talking a mountain-mountain. You know, like Mt. Hood. Snowcapped peaks and all that jazz.
But yeah, so it had a great view, because it was up high, overlooking Tualatin valley. Very woodsy and pretty. Open spaces so if it's not too cold out, kids can go outside and play if they want. There's stables with horses too, but we aren't renting them. The house itself is nice. Lots of rooms, and it's all homey. I thought it was a fun place, because it feels like you get to hang out in a museum by yourself for a while. Heh. There's fireplaces in lots of the rooms, and rugs and old-fashioned lighting fixtures and all. The bathrooms have tubs, even. It's just fun. More affordable than some hotels and places like that were offering, but I think it's way nicer. I'm definitely bringing my camera and taking shit-loads of pictures at the reception, and I'll post them afterward. Same with the wedding. Because everyone knows I'm a shameless photo whore.
Speaking of the wedding, Corinne and I both thought it was going to be in Vancouver all this time, but it's in Victoria. For God's sake. Heh. Of course Mom wouldn't admit that she'd told us wrong, though. But, yes, it will apparently be in Victoria, B.C. Not Vancouver. Victoria's supposed to be really pretty, though. So, cool. They have tea there! I mean, not just tea itself, heh. They have tea time. Hee, I'm all excited by that. I want to have a tea party! And talk with a fake British accent, even though it's Canada! And annoy all the native residents by my obnoxious tourist behavior! Heh. Good times!
Still feeling moody today. Not quite sure what my problem is. I'm working on snapping out of it. Hey, it's Friday night, which means stand-up should be on. That always cheers me up.
The lady at the estate was saying how someone should be written down as responsible for making sure everything was cleaned up after the reception, other than the bride/groom and their parents. So Corinne looks at me, and I'm all "I'm the maid?" Heh. Then the woman goes "Well, someone over 18." Sigh. WHAT. Ever. Let's just file it away under "things I don't think about tonight." Oh, well. I'm just tired of looking so young for my age. It's a sore spot with me.
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Date: 2003-01-24 06:04 pm (UTC)Jenkins Estate looks gorgeous.
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Date: 2003-01-24 06:23 pm (UTC)I think I'll probably always look young for my age, though. It works that way for all the women in my family. My Mom got carded in her thirties.