12-6-08 Saturday (We Got Screwed)

It's 33 degrees here in Spokane today. Partly cloudy today and raining tomorrow. It's been crappy rainy cloudy weather the whole time so far. I guess it doesn't matter, it's not like I was going to the pool today. It even matters less since there isn't a pool here. I've heard Washington is known for its unsunny skies.

Last night Jim started working on campground spots for Oregon and California. We'll stay amongst some fellow bloggers (Ken, Scott, etc) in San Diego. Jim uses the Internet along with his Atlas to come up with good locations. This morning he found a State Park 25 miles outside of San Francisco. That's about a 30 minute drive, which is perfect. State Parks have been awesome so far. They don't cram spaces together like private parks.

For dinner tonight, I'm going to take a stab at making lasagna. I'll let you know how that comes out. My mom and Laurie make awesome lasagna. If I made it as well as them, I'd be having it every week. Yum.

OK, bitch session activated: So, Jim and I are smoking outside. I look down and see a long-ass sharp ended screw. I bend down to pick it up and I see another, then another, then another, etc, etc. Some are new looking, some rusted. I filled an ashtray with them, from all around our campsite. Oh there's plenty more than what I spotted. I put them into a Ziploc and headed to the office. I gave them to the man at the desk. "These are from site 220 and there's plenty more. Perhaps someone can get one of those magnet things and clean the sites up. I'd hate to get a blow out after we leave." He apologized, we'll see if he takes my suggestion. On the way back, the maintenance guy's dog was strolling the park. She had a harness but no leash. I squat down and wait for the dog to come to me. I allow it to sniff my hand, and then she growls. I walked away.




I come back to the RV and decide to take Dasher for a walk. He didn't make it off the site before crapping. I pick it up, dispose. The leashless dog is not around. I take Dasher do the official dog walk area. I see a small 87ish Pace Arrow with no wheels, and 4 cats on the dash. Ewwww, 4 cats in such a small area. At least our 2 go into the basement to do their eating and crapping. I shake my head, silently. Usually stuff rattles but this time I did it silently.

Dasher craps again like he's never crapped all day. I don't have another bag. Sorry. I shake my head again, slight rattling heard.

We walk back to the RV, the bitch (uh, female dog), approaches Dasher and I'm pretty much dragging him. The maintenance guy is close, I ask if she's friendly. "Oh yeah". I said "well she growled at me." He tells her to behave, she backs away, and I continue to drag Dasher away.

The day isn't over. It's only 10am, so there's room for more stories. I know, I'm so cynical. If I weren't, this would be a blog about flowers and their beauty.

As we were leaving the campground, to do some shopping, 3 employees were picking up screws from our campsite. At least one of them had a fistful of junk. I'm happy that they took action; I can only think the RV tires might be pretty expensive.

I managed to get a can of the spray paint. I think I'll wait until the next campground to spray a couple of handles. It's too damp and rainy here and they'll probably never dry in time.

It's almost 2:30 and it is so dreary out. We have no motivation. It feels like it's very late already.
It's now almost 5 and it's so dark out. I guess that goes hand in hand with the dreary part. I've created my first lasagna monstrosity. I should name it. Anyway, why are the lasagna noodles wider than the pan? Yes, I know they make lasagna pans put why hasn't anyone just come out with NORMAL sized noodles? Are the pasta companies in bed with the pan companies? Just ridiculous.

So the park has all of these solar powered lights around. I'm not sure why anyone thought it looked "nice" to pop it onto a log piece. Washington is cloudy most of the time so I guess these don't work often than they do.






Here are the Golden Arches. From our campsite we can only see the very top of it. I knew you'd want to see more of it so I took the time, for you, to walk 50 feet more, without getting mugged, to take this photo.

The lasagna bubbled over and set off the smoke detector several times. I got it out of the oven and put a cookie sheet under it. It came out OK overall, but dry. Jim and I threw our 2 cents in on what it needed more of. The glass dish I baked it in has burnt cheese all over the sides of it. It's not pretty. Have you seen my sink? I can't lay it flat in the bottom to soak. Right now, half of it's soaking. It's quite disastrous looking right now. Next time, it will get a disposable foil pan and a cookie sheet lined in foil under it. Let's hope Dawn Advanced Power will aid me in cleanup. Oh praise thee, O'Mighty Dawn of the Dishes.

The pan came clean! Yay. It actually came off pretty easily. After the big cleanup, we went to Wal-Mart for another weeks groceries. We actually scaled down the menu while we were there, realizing we have gobs of leftovers.

I think this is a good place to end this entry. It's after 11:00 and Wal-Mart sucked the life right outta me.