I'm gonna tell you two days, because not much happened in both combined so I'll just give you the dates of the two, first the first day, and then you read it, okay? Good, to the blog.
3/10/12:
I woke up fresh, a little tired from the fun time last night. We had talked and had fun and ate with the Dodd's, their young adult son Michael, Father Ray, and Mother Lesbia. I couldn't wait until tonight and bet it would be even better than the first. In the morning, Rebecca and I walked the dogs, where we saw Chase and Corey. In the late afternoon they had knocked on our door, but we were out doing the errands all day, and at the Dodd's house. We got on our bikes again, and Corey wanted to show Rebecca another friend of hers, also named Rebecca. We had met a few of their friends yesterday, seen 'em pass by and all, but they insulted them and said different things I don't really feel like repeating in this blog post. This was at a trailer before the green lawn of the office, and behind the office small wall to block the sun Dad and I had seen a lady at a counter and then some aisles of stuff, and after to the right a room with a table and T.V. and fridge. She was nice. But anyway, Corey knocked and a man shouted for Rebecca and Rachel. Rebecca, tan and black haired, 14, with a black dog, and Rachel, a mini-mini of Rebecca but Rebecca's age, came out.
I found Rebecca 2 (I'll call my sister Rebecca 1) somewhat teenager-like and kind of mean and insulting. Rachel was fine. After Rebecca 2 picked up the dog poop, we went among biking and Silver Wolf and I( that's Chases's code name) talked before he went off with another teen, named Justin with piercings and all the works. I hadn't even notice he had vanished until later, caught up as we were with the dog tied to the tree by the picnic table and us on the green lawn playing tag. We played two teams trying to get each other, each on either side of the building and playing if they wanted to hide or catch or just stay alive, and I made it up, but it sounded confusing and so we didn't play it and just played tag. I was okay at it but my pants kept sagging. I hid with Landon as he and his brother Ryan had came, and he called me fat, but said it was okay and he was to. Kind of a mean little twirp, but oh well. Rebecca kept arguing and not letting the game go on, saying we couldn't go somewhere and they couldn't puppy guard even though she was doing the same thing. I admit before I had called Rebecca 2 a snake, because she insulted and her words came out like venom to everyone else. She told me to stop and then became relatively nice for the rest of the game, and we talked about different things. Including how to give Rebecca some of her own medicine.
We would run after her like she did even when she said time. I organized it, and am fully responsible. We ran and she tried to get away but we accidentally knocked her down. Reaching our hands out, the bad happened. The dog started licking her, and then it jumped up on her, what people call malling. For a few seconds we laughed at the little wrestle, but then I realized it wasn't going well, her screaming. Rebecca 2 got it off and then we made her sit up at the table and gave her some water. I said sorry about it, but she cried and stormed off on her bike, and I followed behind a little bit. She called me a jerk, said she hated me, and I am very sorry it occurred. I take full responsibility.
We then did schoolwork but came back and played tag with them all around by the parking lot and the trees on the other side, dodging and hiding from people, and then adding on and making the tagged be it with the tagger, with that Justin guy who never talked. We ran, played, had fun, hid in the office, and had a very kid-like experience. Then the end of the day was coming, ready to go OUT to dinner with the Dodd's. You see, the first day we'd have dinner AT the Dodd's, then the 2nd night OUT with the Dodd's, and the third AT our motorhome. We dressed more casually this time, without any of that fancy-smancy. After getting in the jeep, we called them, having decided to go to a pizza parlor they frequented. It was in a commercial village and we parked in front of it, besides the Dodd's car. It would be great to see them again after the awesome first night. Inside was a bustling restaurant with tables full of people and a long hallway to restrooms, with wood and menus and slates and cooking noises and smells galore. We arrived before the Dodd's and got an 8 seater table as we looked at the menu. They arrived. We talked and over the hub-dub of all the people tried to welcome them. I tried to look at the menu, but got preoccupied by talking in the conversation.
When the waitress came the first time I was the last to order, and then I made him wait until I came back. I just hadn't had enough time, had gotten sidetracked, and then I finally decided spaghetti and meatballs, 'cause I couldn't find something I wanted to try. Here's some advice: Don't try new things at a Italian restaurant. Their all so cheesy, and they have weird names and words ya don't know, so it's fine if you just stick with what you know. But anyway, I ate that and mostly talked to Michael and Mrs. Dodd through the night, because Dad and Mr. Dodd were both on the end towards the other patrons. Let's show an example for a moment of Ray's humor.
The waitress asked, "Any questions?"
"Yeah," Mr. Dodd stated. "Why do we drive in parkways and park in drive ways?" He then smiled, and she chuckled loud.
Lesbia and Mom talked about the trip a lot, homeschooling and she mentioned my blog a bit. Mrs. Dodd wanted an example of how I wrote. I pulled up a recent blog post., coincidentally one she had an interest to the subject of (the post about the 6th Floor Museum in Dallas about Kennedy's assassination) where I wrote this:
"BAM!
Two shots were heard as a motorcade passed by on Dealy Plaza, carrying the then president of the United States in it's many seats. John F. Kennedy, a 3 year (so far) president had been campaigning for Texas, and it was very vital for his reelection. His wife, Jackie, saw him lean forward in his seat, and blood splatter as red as the colors on the flag of USSR that JFK had dare defy in the Cold War. The beloved president, that had urged the Peace Corps and helping the poor and troubled, even though controversial and had some mistakes in The Bay of Pigs Invasion, was killed? The people of Dallas that day had come thinking they would see a good speech by the Democratic Former Navy Officer, origins in MA, but instead, a shot, a lean forward, and an end to the good cheer of the day, or the week, or even the month. Crowds ran and fled, fearing more shots from the unseen assassin. A daughter and mother tripped and made their way through the running crowd, no strings attached, everyone just trying to get away safely with their friends and family, with little to no accord to other strangers in the large mass of people. Meanwhile, Agent Youngblood, valiantly and bravely, shielded LBJ and Lady Bird's bodies with his own, saying to get down and to the driver to drive. This was on November 22nd, 1963. A day the world will never forget."
This is the part I showed her. She was very impressed, and asked, "This not copied from someone else, no?" I replied no that I would plagiarize unless I cited the source, and she said JFK was a wonderful president and that it was terrible he died. He's one of the best, she said, starting the Peace Corps that she worked in.
Michael listened as Rebecca showed him uncountable amounts of pictures, and they talked about the trip a lot more, and animals and "What's your favorite BLANK", stuff like that. She was a chatty chipmunk if she wanted to be, but didn't join in the political discussions of the previous night. The food arrived, and it was pretty dang good. I liked it and the spaghetti didn't stand a chance against my violent appetite. After we ate I went to the restroom a couple of times, to pee as i had drank a lot of water. In there a guy came out asking me if I had done something, in the bathroom. I had been waiting my turn and said no. Inside, there was tissues everywhere and bloody stuff galore... someone had had a bloody nose... or there had been a murder. The guy showed a waiter or manager the damage and then left. I went back to the table where we were leaving, and decided to meet up at an ice cream place. Rebecca told Michael about my past girlfriend and he asked what she was like, being really annoying and giggling about it. As we exited after paying, we figured we'd spice it up a bit. Michael went with Mom and Dad and Rebecca, and I went in the large mini-van of the Dodd's.It was night time and I sat in the back seat talking to them. They talked about books, and that Michael before high school used to read books ALL the time, and he was a great reader like me. Then Mr. Dodd said that he could speak Mandarin and it was good to learn new languages. It was good to have this one-on-one time with the couple, no Mom or Dad to comment or talk too.
We arrived. There, everyone got an ice cream as Michael was disappointed his friend wasn't there (he had told us that before we arrived) and I questioned him about this girl he wanted to see, laughing and doing the same thing he had done to me. H e didn't like it much. I didn't get an ice cream, and asked for a banana which they use in the split, and only a banana. Then we said goodbye to the Dodd's after sitting down and eating our desert and banana. This was my least favorite night with the Dodd's, only because it was the shortest, and I couldn't hear them that much. It was still really fun and interesting though.
We crashed in our beds and snoozed.
3/11/12:
Today was the day that we were gonna host the Dodd's, and after their great hospitality the first night, we had to work hard to impress the family. This was really boring, tidying up and all, dusting off and closing up my bed, putting junk in corners and moving my stuff away and cleaning off the couches of barbies, making Mom and Dad's bed, the whole 9 fields. I hated it. But it must be done. I wonder about many things like that. Why is our society is so fixed on getting ready and making things look good, their clothing and their house, for special visits. I know you're supposed to but shouldn't people judge someone on how they are on the inside, not how much their home or they look? I know sometimes we judge people not like that... if they look like something we think that's their personality, but I'm advocating we stop doing that. I don't know why I brought this up but I think it's pretty silly to look nice for some people almost saying that "We think you'll judge us by our home and clothes so we're gonna make it look wonderful", you know? Well, maybe you think it's fine t do that. I'm not sure though.
But anyway, Mom let Rebecca and I leave and live for a little while they did some more. We biked to the right side of the office with Silver Wolf and Baby Blue, Chase and Corey. Corey had talked to Rebecca about going to meet her friend, beyond the fence to the trailer section of the park. They said they were going and I wasn't paying attention, so the gate opened and they flooded through. I asked Chase what was going on as it quickly closed, not giving me enough time to go in. He told me, and then I was really mad and scared about Rebecca's safety. I should of realized what was going on before letting her go! Why didn't she reply? We're in CA, land of weirdos, what if something bad happens to her? I called Mom in a little shady area farther on, and Chase did trick moves on his bike on the ledge. Mom told me that we shouldn't of separated and I gave her what I did. As I hung up with her telling me to find them, Chase said I could go in through the pedestrian entrance, and it didn't have a lock or code. He opened the door and went through and then I did, and then we zoomed up the hill with the wind in our faces as we got to the other place. He led me to the house and I thought I saw an ocean, but it was just a mountain with forest in the morning shadow making it look blue. Rebecca had done good and hadn't gone in, and I told her we had to go home. We said goodbye to our friends and left. Then we helped out Mom some more.
After that, as we sat out getting the grill out and all that, Dad said we couldn't eat inside without any table besides the two seater that always had computers and printers and stuff on it, so we'd ask the people at the office if we could use one of their reception ones... oh and the chairs too. We went over in the jeep, and parked it outside of the ramp tree area behind the office where the reception hall comes down to the entrance. We went in the office, followed the nice lady who let us do it back into a room where they were, and then we opened that door to the courtyard with the pool, and put the metal chairs in the car. While doing so an African-American man came and talked to us. Dad had talked to another of the group he was in... a club where all these black campers go and camp out somewhere and have events. Nobody can get in except African Americans. I know we did a lot of bad stuff to those people in the past, segregating them and all, but why doesn't anybody talk about that they're doing it now to us?
Never mind political conversations aren't for me.
We then went there and set them up. Coming back to the reception room, Dad and I, in gloves, took it to the car. What now? Mom came also, and we decided to put it upon the bike rack at an angle and all we had to do was hold it propped up against the back column. It was kind of scary but Dad went slow and we balanced the dark chestnut wood table up against it well. Mom switched with Dad and he did it, but it was still kind of fun. We laughed and jokingly made fun of each other. We were probably a sight to see, cruising along and being all redneck-like. Then we went along farther and placed the table, after going from the back of the motorhome, and spread it out with the grill on the picnic table. It was long. I then went inside and helped out more, and and some little kid who was tan and on a red bike with black hair from the trailer behind us and to the right came and talked to Mom. Chase also did and they all talked to me, cute little kids they are. The Mom signaled to me as I played tag with the little kid after he pressed buttons on the outside of our R.V. that Jonathan (for that was the small child's name) had surgery and he pooped in his pants without knowing it. I raised an eyebrow but tried to look like I understood. If he smelled like he had gone then just tell him to go wipe up. People made fun of him and called him poopy pants in his grade. It was kind of sad, his little problem.
But weird too.
I have a really bad nose so I tried to be behind him and sniff his butt, but I didn't smell anything. I asked Rebecca, who has a good nose, to do the favor for me. She was repulsed by the idea and said no she would not sniff his butt, and so we left it there. I went inside, and Jonathan waited outside.
I had taken a shower after sweating outside and so Mom handed me a filthy and out of date sack of potatoes that had gone rotten. I touched the green oozy and gooey stuff, and it was very terrible and slimy. Putting it in the dumpster by the building with the bathrooms, I gained an possy of little kids, Jonathan and a few others that were his friends and brother. They asked little people questions.
"Why ya doing that?"
"Is that the grinch?"
"Your hands are green? Why?"
They can be annoying, but I love inquisitive munchkins. They are so funny. They say why so much though. I asked Chase, who was there, if he could get a key to open the bathroom. I wanted to wash my hands without having to touch the R.V. door. He went to his camper on the other side of the dumpster. He opened the door and we both washed our hands together. After that I thanked him, went inside the motorhome, and washed my clothes and my body with soap again, to get all that disgusting spud off of me. It was very gross. So, after that, those kids stayed out there, and we had to keep them occupied as Dad made the burgers and we set up the chairs. Chases's cousin, on their bikes, who had spiky hair and I'll call him X, and black hair and skinny and like 14, had a MONSTER energy bottle, and he played with the little kids. A lady pulled Dad aside, the same one who said Los Angeles was crime-rodden and we shouldn't go there but San Diego was great(it should be the opposite, LA having so much Hollywood and San Diego with all the gangs) and that if we went to LA we should be really careful. But what did she say to Dad? She told him to be careful with that boy, he was a trouble maker and ruined things and was really mean... man was that lady a speaker of bad omens.
Dad heeded her word, but didn't banish the boy or anything like that... no, it was quite the opposite. Without telling why, he made him his friend, asked him about the part of AL where he was from, and made him put the tarp on the table and do most of the work. Meanwhile, the little toddlers wanted to play tag, and Jonathan was it, and so I told Chase to go easy on him. We hid behind an open bay door, pretended to be sad when he tagged us and let him run well and be really slow, and then when they got bored and started crying about that we played knights, and the toddlers were some knights and me a dragon, or X a wizard. Rebecca was the princess, involuntarily, and tried to quit the stupid game a lot by going inside. Those kids really kicked and punched as knights, and honestly the small kids really hurt me. One by one they picked off, X and Silver Wolf, and then some of the small children, all except for Jonathan. We told him as we got our clothes ready for the Dodd's arrival that he couldn't stay with us; friends were coming over. It was heartbreaking to see the young 'en's reaction, his disappointment and dis-understanding. His grandmother told him to come, and yelled at him and told him to come inside. But he would come back and I'd go to the door and explain and then they'd take Jonathan come back outside when he ruined our alone visit with the Dodd's. He just doesn't understand.
SUSPENSE RINGTONE!
Ugh!
A van pulled into the front driveway of the motorhome, and the windows were shaded. Was this the Mexican drug cartel? Was Dad watching too many crime shows? Probably the latter. The Dodd's came out, and the door slid open with them coming out. Mr. Dodd was carrying some kind of covered by napkin plate. The nice man couldn't stop being nice and stuff, and we invited them into our home. They were struck by the two leather chairs in the front, the beige leather, grand window, screened door, and so many buttons, and behind all the furnishings of wood and decorative white lamps and silver holders, and the square design blinds and black trim, with Rebecca's whole granite counter top on one side having a white box and many barbies scattered around, with bean bag holding up blankets well prepared. The wide hallway with marble floor, maple pine cabinets lining the whole room with intricate designs in the woodwork, granite tops and a table on the left and counter on the right with microwave, farther on on the right a silver fridge and to the right some more lush wood cabinets. On your left as you travel, is a wooden doored bathroom, fairly roomy, and on the right a granite sink with a silver shower, also large. In the back is a single beige blanketed bed, and a T.V. as in the front with a mirror on the other side. This is a basic description but before we sell it I'm going to send you a video on FaceBook and the blog which does better detail than I can describe.
Mr. Dodd let Mom take his rosemary fresh baked bread with a wooden plate onto the counter, stating he made it from scratch earlier today! It was crazy! And as we separated the biscuit looking things from the rest, I tasted the great and tough bread. It was hot, seasoned with rosemary and adding a certain spice, and had bumps on it with it behind brown. It was mouth watering, and the butter added the creaminess to the wonderfully baked mass of carbohydrates. I must admit that we probably ate a little bit too much carbs that day.
We talked about some stuff and I sat by Mr. Dodd at the end of the couch as Lesbia marveled at the dogs a bit and petted their soft fur. Mom and her talked about pets, hair everywhere, bathing, and different breeds, as I asked Mr. Dodd about tech a little bit and he told me about how to make robots. Michael looked at Rebecca's barbies and called one of them, skinny pants and purple in his blue shirt, gay. It was weird how frequent they used the word, you know, because I guess they have so many there. I've already said that once. Anyway, politics and immigration was again in discussion, and Rebecca kept pleading for her, Michael, and me to go outside to play football to get out of the conversation. Michael stated he was called a traitor because he took the stance in a debate conversation that they had broken America's law and should be deported, only because he was from Honduras and looked Mexican. That's pretty bad. I tried to follow the conversation, but eventually gave in and went outside. We played in the road, because of lack of room on our site, and in an empty site next to the Omen Lady and a trailer where we saw little kids playing and all these trashy people. I was a bad thrower but okay catcher, and we just did that while Michael talked to me about Alyssa mockingly. I tried to avoid the subject.
Michael told me a lot of stuff about football, not being afraid of it and all that. We played it, accidentally got it almost over the wall that separated the road, and then by that trailer, and then we went back inside. In there Rebecca sang after numerous requests for it "You ain't nothing but a hound dog" by Elvis (some singer I don't think you've heard of, he's not that famous) and it was okay, but she made it all nasally and trying to be like Elvis that I think she has a better and clearer voice than that. I even hummed a few lines of, 'I'm a Believer' by the Monkeys. They enjoyed both of our performances. Well, Mom had the veggies ready for us and Dad was outside doing the burgers, and then Michael took them in where we could eat them. We all took plates, buns, and doused are cut up and then cooked cow in ketchup, lettuce, tomato, and onion. With napkin rags and waters, we went outside at the table. Nicely Lesbia insisted on placing us against the other person's fifth wheel (as the table was situated there) making her in the sun, but she said that she was tan and so it was no trouble to her and Michael and Rebecca sitting there. Ray was on one side and then Dad was also with him and me too. I talked to Mr. Dodd as we violently ate our burgers about the writers of the science fiction, but he pushed it away, probably thinking I was annoying. He did repeat that San Diego stealing bite bit, which was weird as he had done it two nights ago? Did he forget?
The wind blew like a tempest, taking up plates and bottles if we didn't hold them down. The hamburgers were really good however, although messy and getting food on our mouths. The hard and juicy beef, the fresh veggies and tasty onion and tomato, the zesty ketchup... mmmmmm... good!
We put stuff in the trash can but the powerful wind knocked it out and flew it up into the air. We got it up and took it inside, wondering why the usually mild and windless Cali was not being like that today. We got inside where Mr. Dodd gave Dad a beige folder that said in pencil "Japanese through Concentration." He said it was about an American Japanese person who was in a concentration camp in Arizona and stuff, and he wrote it for a paper in the 70's. I have read it and it's very good, but sad and powerful and moving at the end where he goes through so much just because he's cross-eyed. After that, we sadly said goodbye to the Dodd's, after a fun 3 night visit. They were super nice, awesomely funny, and great conversationalists. Lesbia was a great cook and very kind, Michael was casual and comical, and Ray Dodd was interesting, great at talking, wise, and cool. We took pictures outside the R.V. and of different groups, and they left in their R.V. We resumed activities in the R.V. then.
But Ray came back for the wooden plate and I told him as I gave it that he was one of the most smart and interesting people I had met. He said, his large eyes twinkling and his large teethful grin showing, "Well, thank you!" as he left.
We spent the rest of the day playing with those kids and just chilling.
Goodbye for now.
"The wisest are the least respectful of others' abilities."Chase Bennett.,
Andrew.
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