well, just got back and showered off the sunscreen and bugs (i had three ticks on me!!!) and the random pollen and lake gunk (i didn't actually swim in the lake - or at all for that matter). had to check my BL journal and SG journal, of course. but i HAD to take a shower first thing. all that sunscreen was slowly suffocating me, i think.
so, id rove the three hours down to my dad's lake house and things start off nicely. he bought a bunch of land near his house (it's kind of in the country so by near i mean like 15 minutes away, really) and turned it into a littel farm with a barn for his like gazillion tractors, his bulldozer (yes, he owns his own bulldozer - weirdness definetly runs in the family), and his gator and four-wheelers. he's used his various tractors to make trails through the property which includes a four-hundred foot deep ravine, a pond which he's going to make much bigger and stock with fish - right now there are just frogs and salamanders, and he has on display antique farm equipment too, it's actually really cool, as long as i don't have to drive the crazy six-wheeled gator around - i let my bf do that and he said it handled like a school bus or sixteen passenger van - ugh. i did try to frive it and nearly shit my pants in a little field. i don't know why, but farm equipmeant, including four-wheelers, scare me to drive. riding is just fine but don't make me drive those damn things. i guess my dad taught himself how to operate the bulldozer and now does so with a budlight in his left hand at all times - no wait -that's only for the tractor no, he's careful on the 'dozer and seems to be be pretty good at it, too. my dad may need some therapy in a BAD way, but he's SUPER fucking smart. he flew through med school and college sombined in six years. it's gonna take me longer than that just to get my undergrad. degree. oh well. whatev.
so we played on the farm for a while then went back to the house and grilled out - major feasting - steaks and scallops and bedalua onions and asparagus and bread all grilled in the rain with my dad getting drunker and my boyfriend matching him beer for beer. but they bonded, i think. which is good.
then it was make yourself a huge half run and half diet cherry pepsi and head to bed with the bf downstairs - we had plenty of alcohol induced fun - the bed got too loud so i ended up with a little minor rug burn, but it was WELL WORTH IT
then today it was sunny and perfect except really rough on the lake and for the first time in my entire life of being on the lake and on boats big and small, i got sea-sick. bad. so we went back to the house, i slept it off, and i drove us home.
i never got a chance to mention my apprenticeship to my dad, or at least not the right chance. i didn't want to ruin the perfect time we were having, so i just didn't tell him. but i will. soon. i have to. but i don't wanna! i just hope once the intial anger cools down he'll be okay with it. he can't stop me, but he could make it very difficult for me. he IS my landlord and with my credit i can't even rent an apartment. there are consequences to every action, but i am determined and refuse to give up or in, no matter what. this is my dream.
so that, ladies and gentlemen, was my little trip. very relaxing - no sunburn - got rid of all ticks - no fights or arguments - good reminiscing about memories of my dad's family (they're all dead). all-in-all, a good trip. well worth the gas and overdraft fees from going over my limit today and yesterday buying gas for the car.
and i'm getting tattoed by ben alvarez (the guy that did my chestpiece) on june 15th) - exciting!! left sleeve is getting started. and apparently there IS a two-page spread on me in Savage magaszine issue #66 but they haven't sent me a fucking copy yet hopefully it will come soon, because i'm really fucking excited - this is my first mag appearance - at least the first with my name and everything so go look at may 31st 'cause that's when it's supposed to be out.
so, id rove the three hours down to my dad's lake house and things start off nicely. he bought a bunch of land near his house (it's kind of in the country so by near i mean like 15 minutes away, really) and turned it into a littel farm with a barn for his like gazillion tractors, his bulldozer (yes, he owns his own bulldozer - weirdness definetly runs in the family), and his gator and four-wheelers. he's used his various tractors to make trails through the property which includes a four-hundred foot deep ravine, a pond which he's going to make much bigger and stock with fish - right now there are just frogs and salamanders, and he has on display antique farm equipment too, it's actually really cool, as long as i don't have to drive the crazy six-wheeled gator around - i let my bf do that and he said it handled like a school bus or sixteen passenger van - ugh. i did try to frive it and nearly shit my pants in a little field. i don't know why, but farm equipmeant, including four-wheelers, scare me to drive. riding is just fine but don't make me drive those damn things. i guess my dad taught himself how to operate the bulldozer and now does so with a budlight in his left hand at all times - no wait -that's only for the tractor no, he's careful on the 'dozer and seems to be be pretty good at it, too. my dad may need some therapy in a BAD way, but he's SUPER fucking smart. he flew through med school and college sombined in six years. it's gonna take me longer than that just to get my undergrad. degree. oh well. whatev.
so we played on the farm for a while then went back to the house and grilled out - major feasting - steaks and scallops and bedalua onions and asparagus and bread all grilled in the rain with my dad getting drunker and my boyfriend matching him beer for beer. but they bonded, i think. which is good.
then it was make yourself a huge half run and half diet cherry pepsi and head to bed with the bf downstairs - we had plenty of alcohol induced fun - the bed got too loud so i ended up with a little minor rug burn, but it was WELL WORTH IT
then today it was sunny and perfect except really rough on the lake and for the first time in my entire life of being on the lake and on boats big and small, i got sea-sick. bad. so we went back to the house, i slept it off, and i drove us home.
i never got a chance to mention my apprenticeship to my dad, or at least not the right chance. i didn't want to ruin the perfect time we were having, so i just didn't tell him. but i will. soon. i have to. but i don't wanna! i just hope once the intial anger cools down he'll be okay with it. he can't stop me, but he could make it very difficult for me. he IS my landlord and with my credit i can't even rent an apartment. there are consequences to every action, but i am determined and refuse to give up or in, no matter what. this is my dream.
so that, ladies and gentlemen, was my little trip. very relaxing - no sunburn - got rid of all ticks - no fights or arguments - good reminiscing about memories of my dad's family (they're all dead). all-in-all, a good trip. well worth the gas and overdraft fees from going over my limit today and yesterday buying gas for the car.
and i'm getting tattoed by ben alvarez (the guy that did my chestpiece) on june 15th) - exciting!! left sleeve is getting started. and apparently there IS a two-page spread on me in Savage magaszine issue #66 but they haven't sent me a fucking copy yet hopefully it will come soon, because i'm really fucking excited - this is my first mag appearance - at least the first with my name and everything so go look at may 31st 'cause that's when it's supposed to be out.
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toughgirl:
Glad you had a good weekend, i didn't know anyone collected antique farm equipment, interesting. And I think you should write a poem titled "My Dad owns his own bulldozer"..hehe...just has a great sound to it! I will definitly look for the magazine, ta ta for now.
ericdravyn:
Thank you, love... you're probably right