Well, Friday I called the doctor and decided to make an appointment to get a shot to get rid of this poison ivy. When I got there I found out I have a combination of Poison Ivy and Poison Oak... YAY! So I got the shot of steriods for it... the tube for the liquid was as round as a dime almost and it was filled up at least half way which was like 2 inches of liquid... It freakin hurt when she stuck it in my hip and then injected me with it. My hip is actually pretty sore now and it hurts when I lay on it. Well, after my visit with the doctor I went over to Garrett's. I woke him up (it was about 12 at this time) and we decided to go out for lunch. When we got back from lunch, we sat down to watch TV. While we were watching TV SSgt calls. Garrett talks to him for a bit, hangs up the phone, and says "I have some good news, yet bad news". I was like "what?" Come to find out... he's shipping out Tues, instead of Sept 5. Some kid dropped and they had to fill his hole, cause they have to ship so many and Garrett just happened to be the closest one to being shipped. So now instead of being here for another 9 days... he leaves Mon morning... Let's just say I'm not in the least bit happy about his early shipment. He is cause he gets to get away from his dad sooner, but yet he's not cause that means he won't be seeing me or his other friends for 13 weeks. GRRR!!!! So when we found out he was being shipped early... he had to go get his transcripts from high school and VU. So we went out and did those things, met SSgt at the office, showed SSgt my poison ivy/oak, and explained to him that was the reason I hadn't made it to any runs in the past week... which he pretty much told me to get away from him since he didn't want it. Well we got back to Garrett's house and was about to leave to go to my house to accompany my parents to the Frog Follies when his family walked back in. David and Jack walked past Garrett and whispered "Dad's gonna get you wasted tonight". Well, there goes that plan to go to the Follies with my family. So I called mom at this point and told her we wouldn't be able to go, since his parents were going to throw him a little party... his dad then walks up to G and hands him a glass of coke and jack and says "here you go son." After G's second glass and it's about 8, his dad says "Garrett, doesn't Ashley have somewhere to be right now?" Talk about rude... but G tells him that our plans got changed. his dad sorta rolled his eyes and continued to watch Stargate SG-1. When G was on his fourth glass of Coke and Jack we went outside and he dumped the rest of the glass and we sat by the bonfire, which had gone out (he's tried lighting it early but it wouldn't stay lite) and played with Manxi. His dad then walks outside and says "why don't you come inside and spend some time with your family?" to which G replies, "well you seem to be sucked into the TV and moms on the phone", but he stood up anyway and started to make his way inside. I stood to follow him and his dad then said, "No, your just too into that 'thing' behind you." What an asshole. I'm not a fucking "thing"... I'm a fucking "person". I had atleast a little respect for his dad but after he called me a "thing" I lost all respect for him. G and his dad ended up going for a drive and his dad tried to explain to G why he was acting the way he was... but it didn't really matter to me cause he was a jackass. he told G he had wanted it to be just "father-son" time... Well, sorry. some other people want to spend time with him just as much as you, Dad. Well, I left G's around 10:30, crying cause what his dad said just really pissed me off. Got home, got on the comp till about 2 and then prepared for bed when G called me, half drunk. he was telling me that his friend Dawson had come over and that his dad, Jack, David, and Dawson were pretty much trashed and headed out to get more beer. Somehow though, G wasn't really that trashed, but he wasn't completely sober either. talked to him for about 30 minutes and then got off to head to bed. now this morning was interesting when I went to pick G up. I walked into G's house like I usually do since G's told me before to just come right in. His dad was in the kitchen putting dishes up and his buddies David and Dawson were laying in the living room. Dawson showed me a tattoo that was a little below the belt... don't worry... I didn't see anything but the tattoo. After that his dad proceeded to yell at me. He asked me "Do you knocked before you just walked in." I said, "Usually". He then proceeds to say "Well, you will knock before you come into my house. You have no respect for me and you might as well leave". G yells at his dad from the bathroom but his dad just tells him to shut it. He then proceeds to tell me to get out again. At this point I was about to cry so I just walked right back out the door. I got in my car and waited till G came out. Talk about respect... he didn't show me any respect last night so why should I show him respect the next morning? Well, we went to the Frog Follies for about 3 hours and then proceeded to get lost in E-ville looking for the mall. We got back to my house around 4:20 and he decided to take a nap. I ate 2 hamburgers and then laid down with him for a nap. Now I'm up and writing this blog... and I think it's long enough... Well... Later mater