August 26th, 2002

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A fun time was had by all. This weekend, anyway. Late on Saturday night (I'd already been asleep for two hours), Joel arrived and had a beer with Cory. On Sunday morning, we got up early and drove up to Wapato, stopping at Multnomah Falls and Sam Hill's Stonehenge to take some pictures. I got hugged by people I didn't know. I ate some food and played with kids and dogs and was proud that Remmy got so much attention (oh, look at her roll over! Isn't she darling!), even from the guy who works at the park that says "keep your dogs on leash!" I like to try and make Remmy do tricks if I think a park guy is watching, just so he knows that she's not going to run off and attack things.

Then we went to Tim & Stacy's to pick a few early apples and late peaches and get a huge zuchinni. Now I need to buy a bread pan so I can make zuchinni bread. Then we drove back home in the muggy muggy hotness that is central Washington. I love driving west on 84 - the closer to Portland you get, the cloudier it becomes. We stopped in a few places in Yakima, too, to look for a keyboard (the kind that makes music). The only ones I can find are expensive. But I guess I'll have to do that. I got my choir music on Saturday and learning (and memorizing by Wednesday - yuck) would be so much easier with a keyboard in front of me.

Last night I was dreading today. I couldn't figure out why. But I haven't even been here for an hour and it's already bad. Nan and Donnita and Lisa and an HR lady and I all have to meet sometime today. I'm NOT looking forward to it. But I'm making sure I jot down things that Nan's done (because it's about Nan, I'm sure) just in case they ask for specifics. That one about how she ignored Cory when he came to visit me and said hello to her should be a good one. :)

I've had cold sores all weekend. Cold sores are not fun. I've been putting medicine on them all weekend and they look much better today but they're still there and I can feel them and they're yucky. I haven't kissed Cory since Friday morning. It's hard to not kiss your fiance. But I don't want him to get this.

I hope today gets better. I hope it goes by really fast.
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You know, sometimes it makes me sad, the things people say. In the damnportlanders community, I wrote that the police found human remains in Ward Weaver III's outbuilding behind his house. It's sparked a large amount of comments about different things pertaining to police work in general as well as specifically Ashley Pond and Miranda Gaddis. Someone just commented on a comment, and wrote at the end "Lest we ever forget Ashley and Marisa." JEEZ! Yeah, you care so much you can't even remember her name.

Speaking of that, for some reason this case has hit me harder than most missing persons/murder cases. I don't know why. Maybe it's all the media surrounding it. But I do know that I'm extremely sad and angry about the whole thing. I don't understand what could drive someone to murder. You can't be right in the head if you want to hurt innocent little children like that, sexually or physically. I'm grimacing as I type this.
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We had our meeting. It was annoying, I guess. I don't really know what to call it. I sat between Donnita and Nan, so I had to be argued over (as in, Nan and Donnita were arguing together and I was between them). My only contribution was that I wanted to be able to go into the mailroom and not feel the tension. Nan's big beef this time was that she doesn't want us to ask her personal questions further than "how are you." This is stupid because a) we don't ask, really, and when we do it's because we care about it, and b) she volunteers all this information when she rants and raves and complains about her personal life. Donnita thinks she's just digging herself a hole. She was put in her place by Lisa and Debbie so she went to HR. We also talked about how if we need help, we need to ask (another one for Nan - she never asks, she just assumes we'll help and gets mad when we don't). We'll see if that happens.

So anyway, after the meeting was over, Nan asked me if I'd go into the mailroom so she could show me a new thing they're doing with the mail machine, and she went over a few things with me and was extra sweet to me. Donnita and I laughed about it later. At first, I thought "well, it's not heartfelt!" but then realized that at least she's not doing what's in her heart, which is to try to make me miserable.

Thus another band-aid is applied to the festering wound that is the mailroom drama. Thank goodness I'm never down there anymore.