"I used to sometimes try to catch her, but never even caught her name"

Hello all, time for a catch up. Notice that I used a line from the Cure song "Catch". I haven't really been posting much on my dad's days, (joint custody) so here is my weekend, Monday, and Tuesday, reflection.

Okay, Saturday was awesome! It was uber fun. Okay, here's some back history for yall, Saturday wont make since without it. So, my father and his father, own property up in the mountains. No, not the snowy, winterwonderland mountains that you normally think of, just red dirt, and plants. Well, besides the weird crap that goes on there. As you have probably figured, it's not a place of population density. Well, as many of the stories go, there was a old woman that lived there ages ago. Voodoo priestess or whatever, she was there. She made a doll. It's cursed. It's been showing up all of my dad's life, and the last time someone really messed with it, bad stuff happened. People got drunk and were dancing with it. Pictures were taken, and after getting them developed, the pictures of "the doll" were imposed over the rest of the images on the film. So, that means that the following people, or pets, had a picture of them with the doll...creepy! Stan, (a dog) was shot and killed. Shadow, (the other dog) was shot and barely made it. My parents divorced, my aunt and her boyfriend split up, and other really creepy stuff. It shows up in different cabins. Old, old, old, ones, and the main two are the honey shack, and Pete's cabin. Pete is dead, the honey shack (short for honeymooner's shack) was built by old hippies, that deserted the place for no reason. The doll moves by itself. Also, the pioneers got lost somewhere up there.

Back-story, over. So, anyway, it was just my dad, his girlfriend's 14-year-old son, and the son's best friend. We ate at a restaurant, they heard the stories, and we persuaded my dad to take us to see the doll. I'd never seen it. Off we went, we got to my grandfather's small house, and prepared for the hike. Then, we hiked a couple of miles, up-hill, in the sun. It was 95 degrees out. Bleh. We got there, and do you know what boy #2 did, (the best friend) HE DANCED WITH THE DOLL! Ahhhh.....!!!!! So anyways, we went home, boy #2 showed me some Nirvana and Green Day songs on the guitar, dad hid in the computer room, boy #1, (girlfriend's son) sat all depressive in the corner, and then we all went to bed.

Yes, a little bit more! Sunday, we went swimming in a river. The water was so cold that I think I got frost-bite. No, literally, I went numb! Fun though. Monday SUCKED. As all Mondays do unless there's no school, and today was a little bland. Till volleyball, I mean. I really missed it. And the coaches are actual hard-asses about the sport! Horray! After being on a real team that went to championships, after-school sports seem a little.........un-advanced. Lol.