10 March 2014

let's talk about butt feelings

iasshole posted about Tweetails, so naturally I plugged myself in to see what I tweet about.

I'm not surprised that I talk about Gabriel more than any other thing.

I *am* sort of surprised about the frequency of words boyfriend, pregnant, and wedding, as I have none of these things, and I don't THINK of myself as particularly preoccupied with any of them.

All the shopping and clothing and makeup words are to be expected because I'm me.

Also cats and butts and super feelings about social posts because fuck apparently internet christmas.

Actually, this is a fairly accurate imprint of my brain.
Cheese options and rage pictures and cousin weekends are all pretty spot on.
I should probably talk about facebook less, cats more.
This weekend Gabriel and I went to Tahoe with my sister and her family.
Oh, it was lovely!
We went because it was the cub scout snow trip, and we have cub scouts. We didn't encounter any other scouting families, but we also didn't particularly try. We stayed at Granlibakken, which is a family resorty place in Tahoe City. There was a sledding hill that the kids could go to by themselves, and which satisfied all the snow needs of the children.
If you haven't heard, California is suffering under epic drought conditions, which extend to our Sierra Snowpack, so this winter has not been an ideal one for snow activities. I wasn't planning any actual snowboarding/skiing this weekend, so that was all fine and good. The snow was predictably not incredible, but the kids are easily impressed, and the sledding hill at Granlibakken was A++ in their minds. Unlimited sledding! Sleds included!
There was also a very nice (very hot) hot tub, and a well heated pool, and a sauna to go with.
We got upgraded from a 2-bedroom suite to a 3-bedroom condo, so we had lots of room to spread out and lounge around.
I brought wine and snacks and my sister brought dinner-making things. The lodge had a hot breakfast included, which delighted the children, particularly when they realized that we were going to let them drink as much hot chocolate as they pleased. With whipped cream.
The kids were all reasonably well behaved, and I really like hanging out with my sister and brother-in-law, and I think we're all inspired to do more family vacations together.
When I was a kid my family went to Lake Tahoe every summer for vacation. Granlibakken is directly across the street from the condo complex where we used to stay, and oh the memories. Tahoe City in the summer is this impossibly sleepy town, and we knew every single thing about that place. The walk to town and the single grocery store and all the places to buy tchotchkes.
Some summers we took tennis lessons but none of us really liked tennis all that much so mostly we prowled around the outside of the courts hunting for spare balls.
Sometimes we found arrowheads on the lake.
My mom's cousin and my dad's sister both lived in Tahoe when we were kids. My dad's sister had kids who were sort of our age and my mom's cousin worked at Squaw Valley and had a speedboat.
Sometimes there were kids our age staying at the condo complex.
Once I got to go mini-golfing with the family staying next door.
Once there was still snow well into the summer, and my cousin took us skiing for the day.  It was late June.
My mom would make us jump off the pier into the lake at least once, and swim to shore in the snowmelty water.
Sometimes we would hike up to Eagle Lake where you could see Emerald Bay down below.  My siblings and I always scampered around barefoot like mountain goats (or country kids).
My dad is really good at all sports, he's just one of those people. He also doesn't believe in letting kids win games because you have to learn how to compete if you want to play. We would spend a lot of time begging him to play tennis with us (both table and actual) and then a lot of time afterward asking him to go easy.
One summer my mom's youngest brother came with us, and broke his nose on the bottom of the pool when he jumped off the diving board. The next summer there wasn't a diving board.
My dad was always horrible in Tahoe. He would yell a lot, and freak out about us making a mess, and always sleep during the day on the couch, DEMANDING SILENCE.  One summer (it was a summer when Silly Putty was The Big Thing), he threw all of our Silly Putty up onto the roof of the condo. He would follow us around with messes he found and yell at us about them. He yelled at my mom a lot too. My mom spent a lot of time shushing us and walking us to town and taking us down to the pool. It wasn't all terrible 100% of the time or anything but we all knew that my father Traveled Poorly.
Later we learned that my dad spent the week we were in Tahoe every summer trying to quit narcotic pain killers, for good this time.
He told us that in some horrible group family therapy drug counseling meeting, when I was 14, after he checked himself into inpatient rehab at the hospital.
That made our Tahoe vacations make a lot more sense.

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