Dude, today sucked.
My dad was being all pissy last night....That...sucked too.
But it didn't help that Aric and he hadn't told me that they were planning on going to get fire wood today.
And so Aric told me like, an hour before I got home and so I asked dad what was going on and he got this attitude.
He basically told me that I had better not have made any plans because I was going to go help load...and I would have to cancel anything I did have planned.
Ahhh....That made me sooo angry. I hate it when my family does that.
They expect me to drop everything to do....whatever.
Grrr.
So...He then tells me that I have to get up at 6:30am...Ok...fine, but my alarm clock broke or something because it didn't go off and so they were all....ickish....Aric wasn't helping...
So, we go and get gas...and then for some reason, Fred...this guy that Sandi knows is now going with us to help...So, my dad fills up his truck with gas. That's like, a lot of money.
And my dad brought the goose neck! Dude, what the hell. We don't need that much wood.
The cool thing was that I got to visit with Daveed and Uncle Charles for a while. They met us at the Phillip's in Edgewood on their way to our house because they had to finish some swords.
So, we drive into Tijeras and go to the ranger station there to get the permit and guess who's car I saw....Greg's space ship thing. Then I remembered that something was going on with the boy scouts....and I had forgotten...So I was kicking myself for that.
We got a permit for 4 cords of wood for $10. Not too bad. 2 cords were gonna be for us and 2 were for Fred....Now, I guess, the only real reason for us getting wood was to help out Fred because he didn't have any heat and needed wood but didn't have anyone to go up there and help him load it...so my dad volinteered....
Well, somehow the map gets screwed up...and we're basically following Fred because supposedly he knows where he's going and I'm not paying any mind....
We end up driving up and around and down the wrong freakin' mountain because we turned at Tajique instead of Monzano....Wasts three hours of our time...
But we didn't know this and after a while decided that it's just not gonna happen because the farther we go the worse the roads get because it had been snowing.
So, we turn around, and when we get back to the paved road they realize what happened...So! We drive all the way to Monzano where Fred then tells us his back is really hurting him and he's just gonna go home.
::snarl::
That puts my dad in a really great mood...But we go ahead and go up...and there's no wood where they said there would be...and my dad's mood just went down hill after that...especially when we had to fuck up the tires driving over stumps because my dad doesn't know how to plan ahead...He kept say, "Oh, well, we'll just drive through here and look and see if there's any wood over there to cut" and then he would get the goose neck stuck...and he'd have to drive all over the fucking place....
He kicked us out of the car to tell him where he was going...and Aric doesn't know how to signal worth shit...
Dad would tell him to watch this tree and tell him how close he got and all that...well...Aric would watch the tree....and that was it. He'd just stand there and gaze off into la la land...Yeah, he'd tell Dad when he was about to hit it...but yeah...so...fucking yeah...
So, Dad started yelling at Aric and then Aric started yelling at me and so I ended up having hear both of them bitch...headache got worse...I got sick of it and stomped off...They didn't like that but fuck them...
After stomping around in the middle of nowhere, getting as far away from them as possible I started to feel better...'cuz stomping just does that.
It also helped that I wasn't stuck in the house....That would have been pure hell.
Came back...let them yell some more, then I told them that I wanted to go home...only, with more 4 letter words...Both of them shut up.
It was weird...so, everything was kinda quiet while Dad thought about it I guess...after a while he decided he wasn't leaving without some wood....::rolls eyes::
So we drive...and drive...with the bumps...and my ribs weren't happy...but yeah. We finally found a place with some wood...
But it was way the hell away from the truck...and Aric and I were the ones that had to carry it while Dad cut it with the chain saw.
Stupid...yeah...Anyhoo
With the chain saw Dad couldn't talk so it got better...I started picking on Aric...Hehe...I can spit farther then him...Righty.
So, after about 4 hours...Dad stalked up to the truck and we went to find another place...and once again got stuck. Only this time we couldn't get out...
Fucking A, right?
I was so sick by then I just wanted to crawl away and die.
The only way out was to take the chain saw to a whole bunch of stumps...and downed trees...(Yeah, we found a whole bunch of them when we were done ::snarl::)
That took another 2 hours....
'course, by then I fucked up my ribs...and so I was having problems breathing again...and so I couldn't carry anything...but forward ho, right?
After that we got into the truck and were basically silent on the hour drive home...Aric fell asleep...in the back of the truck...and I was happy...or at least content to..not be unhappy...Or something...
Aric and Dad decided that they wanted to get some movies since we were gonna go by the video place anyway...so, I called mom and let her know we were on our way home...and, usually...especially if I'm cooking...that means that we're gonna be home in about 30 to 45 minutes and to get supper started...Well...That didn't happen.
I had to cook supper...get Aric to clean out the freakin' dish washer (no easy feat...), then I had to put more dishes into it...clean up after supper...call the VC and try to make plans for the hike tomorrow...but no one wanted to go anyway so I canceled it. Now I have to wait for clothes to dry...Have to find more garb...find gear...and tomorrow I have to wake up at 7:00 so I have time to do chores, go into town to get food for lunches...come back, pack...and then leave for Toys for Tots which starts at 9:00.
Fuck...
My mom is mad at me because I got angry at her for making me cook supper...It was her turn...I cooked for almost all of last week...And she's saying that she does it every other day...I swear, she comes up with those stories and actually believes them until I come up with proof that it didn't happen...then she throws a fit because "she doesn't feel good" and I end up doing it anyway.
So what's the fucking point....
I'm just gonna go...hide or something...