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- Here's the thing about living in-between mountains. Any and all service is completely unreliable. Cell phone service? Internet? Television? Don't count on it. Don't rely on it. Make sure you have other things you can do at all times because you never know if you will have service.
- My point is, for our wonderful mountain valley, the internet went out for everyone in roughly a 20 mile radius. I mean, it's like the internet was deleted for everyone. You couldn't get it through cable, satellite... other common methods...People couldn't even connect to the internet using their 3G/4G/etc. service on their phones. Occasionally you'd hear about someone getting service on their phones and it'd be dial-up-era slow.
- After nearly two weeks, the internet got fixed. I don't know how, I don't even understand how it was gone, but it was fixed. Well, this outage fell during our pay the bills time and since we didn't actually have internet, my mother was not reminded to pay the bill. (And we were kiiind of behind on that to begin with.) So when it came back, we hadn't paid, and we still didn't have internet.
- My phone doesn't actually have a data plan. I've never been able to use my phone for internets unless there was wifi available for me.
- Lastly, by the time our internet was reinstated, I'd fallen out of habit of blogging. I'd sit in bed and think huh, I could be blogging right now, but I wouldn't get up and do it because once I break a habit, it is incredibly hard to get back into the swing of things.
*** Side note: I actually wrote "travesty" here first, but it didn't look right. So I googled it and it totally does not mean what I thought it meant. The weird thing is, every time I've heard it being said, they used it as "something terrible, tragedy, devastating" etc. A few entries down on UrbanDictionary confirms this, but wow. I've basically been using this word wrong my entire life. End side note. :)So I found out something completely MAJOR about my dad. When we lived in CA, we used to go camping a lot. I loved camping. It was great. I loved playing outside in the forest/woods and playing in the water of waterfalls and trying to catch critters to bring home. Well, there was one camping trip that we took with uh... three or four of my dad's "friends". Quotes because my dad... I dunno. He's doesn't particularly like like these people (or anyone really) but he also doesn't like having no friends so he still associates with people he love/hates. Anyway, we went camping with them. My sister's gotta be 3 or 4, so that makes me about 9 or 10 at the time. Apparently, completely unbeknownst to me, his friends brought mushrooms (yes, the magical drug kind) on the trip. My dad partook with his friends while my mom watched after my sister and I. I couldn't believe it! My dad let it slip in a conversation a few days ago, and my mom clearly still disapproves. As in, she wants to pretend it never even happened because otherwise she just gets mad at my dad. It's not like at that age I was to know what someone high as fuck was like, but apparently there was a lot of laughing and goofing off and acting like they were dumb teenagers, and I don't recall that at all. I have very pleasant memories of this camping trip. I don't remember my dad being out of it or acting strangely at all. Additionally, it completely changes how I see my dad. I knew he smoked pot a lot before I was born, but he quit because my mom didn't want it around the baby (aka WONDERFUL ME) and threatened to leave my dad if he didn't stop. So, he did. I know he has since partaken a few more times, but on the whole, he's not really done pot since. I guess I've always kinda been daddy's little girl and it just shocks me to know that since my sister and I have been alive, he's actually still done drugs. In a completely recreational way, but... I don't know. I know he's human. I know he's not perfect. I don't expect him to be. I guess I just assumed that once he earned the title "dad" he stopped all the "bad" stuff and slowly began acting like a dad. Which he totally has, there's just the addition of occasional drug use. I just can't seem to wrap my mind around it. I always knew that many of my problems (anxiety, depression, addiction) stemmed from his side of the family, because there have been suicides and alcoholism and drug addiction on that side of the family. My mom's side has anxiety, too, but I think that's about it. So I knew that there was always this possibility of slipping down those roads if I wasn't careful, and hey look at that, that's exactly what happened to me. He's still the same person. Nothing's changed except what I know about him. But it doesn't feel the same. I need to find a way to incorporate this new information into the same "MY DAD" brain file I got going on.