i'ma trying
Namaste I'm in Eugene. Mom's meeting with a "kitchen designer" for her kitchen. I guess she wants to change it? Ahhhhh well.
Well, I finally get to update again, since I have access to a computer. There is plenty to talk about, hence the cut. We'll see how much I get through before I'm totally bored.
I went with George to his hometown of Warrenton for Father's Day. That was amazing. It was so incredibly wonderful. The day before Father's Day he expressed dismay at wanting to drive north (6 hours) but not being about to afford it. So I told him that he should surprise his dad on Father's Day, and that we could stop in Eugene and see my dad as well. So we left early Sunday morning, had lunch with my dad in Eugene, and made it to Warrenton in time for dinner. His family is great. He has two younger sisters, one of whom I haven't met. But his littlest sister, Katie, is just younger than me, and she is pretty cool. His parents are fantastic, and I guess they like me. After dinner we went over to visit his grandma -- his mom's mom. I met his grandma and aunt, and we hung out for a few hours. They were really sweet, and I guess his grandma really loved me, which is great. His family was rather fond of his ex-girlfriend, and I guess I feel a bit of competition with her, like I want them to like me and not feel upset that George and Paula aren't together anymore. He thinks I'm silly, but I think I'm just a normal, insecure 19 year old girl. After meeting his grandma and aunt, we went to the beach. The sun was just finishing setting, and we set some blankets down on the sand and sat, looking at the sunset and the stars. Then we went for a moonlit walk on the beach. *lol* Sounds cheesy, but it was really romantic and fun. I've never done anything romantic like that, and it was really a blast, in a silly way. I felt a bit like a doofus, but it was great because George and I were doofuses together. That was the highlight of my summer so far. The next day we drove home in time for George to get to work, and I saw Matrim some. After George and Amanda were finished with work, all four of us went out to dinner. It was a great weekend.
I have finished moving out of my apartment. Boy, is that a load off of my mind. It was way easier than anticipated, and now I'm living full-time with George (for the next few weeks). And already I've had more trouble with George's neighbors than ever before with my neighbors on Alida Street. One day his neighbor comes by complaining about George's cat pooping beneath her window. I guess she "works very hard" at keeping her "yard" nice, (although you wouldn't know it by looking at it) and she hates to complain, but it is just such a problem. I go upstairs to get my keys, and I come back down and she's still talking about the blasted cat, like we can magically stop him from going wherever he damn well pleases. So we apologize and are very polite and agree and nod, and we keep the cat inside for the rest of the day. But how in the world are we able to control where he poops? If he's outside, he'll do whatever he wants . . . But, whatever. Just smile and nod. Now whenever I go outside I always check under their window; haven't spotted any poop yet. I come back and George says something about their pool and paying for it. What? I guess they bought a plastic pool and it got a leak in it, and it's obviously the cat's fault. So we have to replace it. He didn't really know what she was talking about, so he smiled and nodded and accidentally agreed to take care of it. Whatever. I'll pay the $30 to replace the pool; we said we would. A few days later they pack up the pool, still wet, shove it halfhazardly in a box, and leave it on the doorstep with a receipt. Ugh. The next day, she comes by again asking if we've taken care of it yet. It's the 4th of July, and they don't have fireworks because they bought the pool instead. We've now ruined their 4th of July because the cat is allowed outside. I say it'll be ready "tomorrow", on the 5th. Ok. We go to Wal-Mart and get it exchanged. Luckily, we didn't have to spend any money, except the gas to get to Medford. When we get back, we knock on their door; no answer. We wait. A few hours later, she comes by asking about the pool. Done and done. Please, don't make us take care of your pool any longer. Take care of your own possessions. Maybe, putting it away when you're done with it? End rant.
Yesterday I left for Eugene and stopped in Roseburg for the free concert in the park. The group was Ladysmith Black Mambazo. They're this amazing a capella group from South Africa, and they sing traditional songs in Zulu. It was really great. And I ran into some friends from high school there, so afterward we all hung out for a few hours. It was pretty fun. And I stayed at Joe's house (Joe is my mom's boyfriend) and drove up to Eugene this morning. So here I am. And it's lovely here, and I really look forward to hanging out with my family. I miss George, but it's good to be away from Ashland. He's heading up to Warrenton this weekend, so I'll be meeing up with him on Sunday. This week will be the most time we've spent apart since we've been together. Oooooooooh, scary. Heh.
That's about all I can think of now. Maybe I'll remember something important eventually and write more. Shalom.