I didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday.
note to self: remember to breathe.
everything will be right again in eight days when i'm back with my roommates and my friends.
29.8.10
28.8.10
handicapped parking and f-16's
first of all, my bed frame is shaking and creaking and I, for the life of me, CAN NOT FIGURE OUT WHY! I mean, I'm just lying here, with my kitty and not moving at all. It's creeping me out. It doesn't help that I have Paranormal Activity in the back of my mind. Curse you, scary movies.
Today was amazing. In a nutshell, it consisted of waking up at quarter to five and rolling out of bed and running around with a chicken...wait...with a chicken? that's not right...LIKE a chicken with its head cut off. I'm exhausted, gimme a break! Anyway, getting out of the house this morning with all five of us kiddos and my daddy was very hectic. I couldn't find my shoes, Dallin was walking into tables and Tyler was falling asleep on the couch. We finally got out the door and in the car and down the street when it hit me..."DADDY! I LEFT THE STRAIGHTENER ON!" I don't even know what I was thinking turning it on this morning, I left the house with my hair in a messy bun. Dad was not happy about that. So we turned around and went back home so we could unplug my straightener and finally made it past the Hampstead town line.
100,000 people came to the air show today and there were over 7,000 volunteers. And we ended up being in charge of the Handicapped Parking lot....figures, right? This is the story of my life. But it was actually really fun. My dad took care of the entrance, all of the kids spaced out around the four sections of the lot and I directed everyone to their spots. I felt kind of cool, I'm not going to lie. I even got to be all assertive and threaten to tow this irritating NON-handicapped lady who had snuck in the lot while my dad was talking to someone else and told my little sister that she wasn't going to stop her from parking in the compact car spot because she had a prius that would fit. Sorry lady, just because you can afford some stupid little car doesn't mean you can take a spot away from the disabled!
So, from 6:30 AM until 9:00, we managed the parking lot. And then, all of a sudden, there were NO parking spots left....and a good 100 cars still in line, with more coming, all with handicapped status needing spots! MAYDAY! WE HAVE A PROBLEM!
Of course, no one who is running this shing-ding has a clue what to do, and eventually they decide that we will have to send all of these poor old people and vets to the general parking area and have them shuttled to the entrance. The people in charge were too afraid to pass the news to the people waiting, so they tell us to go pass the news along. "Excuse me sir, but we don't have any more spots, so we're gonna need you to turn around, take a left and park in the general parking that is three miles away and wait in this heat for a shuttle to take you here." One guy looked at me and said sassily: "Are you surprised at the amount of disabled people there are in this world?" It took everything I had to not laugh and say: "Of course I'm not, I'm one of them."
anyway, they finally found us a new lot that was closer and so we walked over there, set up our system and continued to park people until 11. Lots of sunshine, lots of cutsie old couples and lots of grumpy people too. But it was an adventure!
we finally were relieved of our duties and went in to enjoy the show. it was super cool! There were tons of planes to look at! My favorite was the Black Hawk Helicopter. My dad is an aerospace engineer and he is the main project leader and engineer on the gear box (kinda like the transmission) for the Black Hawk. When I worked as a receptionist at his company a few summers ago, I got to see this huge hunk of metal become this amazing intricate and complicated piece of machinery on a weekly basis! And today I got to see in IN the actual helicopter and working! That was wicked cool!
We got our free lunch and then sat back and watched an F-16 and an F-22 fly around. Dad makes parts for those aircrafts too and it was cool to be able to ask questions about the differences in the jets and actually understand how they work. My dad may complain about his job sometimes, but when he starts talking about planes and watches them fly, especially ones he has built parts for, it's not hard to tell that he is passionate about what he does. That inspires me. I love my dad.
and man, after today, I am pretty sure I could watch those things fly for hours and never get bored.
We got to watch the Blue Angles fly for a while too; also super neat! And then, after a long and hot day, we packed it up, sat in traffic for a long time and drove home. Dad treated me and mom to chinese food tonight because the kids are all at a tri-stake dance. My bed is still shaking and my cat is currently being a bed hog, but I am exhausted and sore and I'm gonna call it early tonight and sleep forever and dream about being reunited with my roommates next week. yay!
Today was amazing. In a nutshell, it consisted of waking up at quarter to five and rolling out of bed and running around with a chicken...wait...with a chicken? that's not right...LIKE a chicken with its head cut off. I'm exhausted, gimme a break! Anyway, getting out of the house this morning with all five of us kiddos and my daddy was very hectic. I couldn't find my shoes, Dallin was walking into tables and Tyler was falling asleep on the couch. We finally got out the door and in the car and down the street when it hit me..."DADDY! I LEFT THE STRAIGHTENER ON!" I don't even know what I was thinking turning it on this morning, I left the house with my hair in a messy bun. Dad was not happy about that. So we turned around and went back home so we could unplug my straightener and finally made it past the Hampstead town line.
100,000 people came to the air show today and there were over 7,000 volunteers. And we ended up being in charge of the Handicapped Parking lot....figures, right? This is the story of my life. But it was actually really fun. My dad took care of the entrance, all of the kids spaced out around the four sections of the lot and I directed everyone to their spots. I felt kind of cool, I'm not going to lie. I even got to be all assertive and threaten to tow this irritating NON-handicapped lady who had snuck in the lot while my dad was talking to someone else and told my little sister that she wasn't going to stop her from parking in the compact car spot because she had a prius that would fit. Sorry lady, just because you can afford some stupid little car doesn't mean you can take a spot away from the disabled!
So, from 6:30 AM until 9:00, we managed the parking lot. And then, all of a sudden, there were NO parking spots left....and a good 100 cars still in line, with more coming, all with handicapped status needing spots! MAYDAY! WE HAVE A PROBLEM!
Of course, no one who is running this shing-ding has a clue what to do, and eventually they decide that we will have to send all of these poor old people and vets to the general parking area and have them shuttled to the entrance. The people in charge were too afraid to pass the news to the people waiting, so they tell us to go pass the news along. "Excuse me sir, but we don't have any more spots, so we're gonna need you to turn around, take a left and park in the general parking that is three miles away and wait in this heat for a shuttle to take you here." One guy looked at me and said sassily: "Are you surprised at the amount of disabled people there are in this world?" It took everything I had to not laugh and say: "Of course I'm not, I'm one of them."
anyway, they finally found us a new lot that was closer and so we walked over there, set up our system and continued to park people until 11. Lots of sunshine, lots of cutsie old couples and lots of grumpy people too. But it was an adventure!
we finally were relieved of our duties and went in to enjoy the show. it was super cool! There were tons of planes to look at! My favorite was the Black Hawk Helicopter. My dad is an aerospace engineer and he is the main project leader and engineer on the gear box (kinda like the transmission) for the Black Hawk. When I worked as a receptionist at his company a few summers ago, I got to see this huge hunk of metal become this amazing intricate and complicated piece of machinery on a weekly basis! And today I got to see in IN the actual helicopter and working! That was wicked cool!
We got our free lunch and then sat back and watched an F-16 and an F-22 fly around. Dad makes parts for those aircrafts too and it was cool to be able to ask questions about the differences in the jets and actually understand how they work. My dad may complain about his job sometimes, but when he starts talking about planes and watches them fly, especially ones he has built parts for, it's not hard to tell that he is passionate about what he does. That inspires me. I love my dad.
and man, after today, I am pretty sure I could watch those things fly for hours and never get bored.
We got to watch the Blue Angles fly for a while too; also super neat! And then, after a long and hot day, we packed it up, sat in traffic for a long time and drove home. Dad treated me and mom to chinese food tonight because the kids are all at a tri-stake dance. My bed is still shaking and my cat is currently being a bed hog, but I am exhausted and sore and I'm gonna call it early tonight and sleep forever and dream about being reunited with my roommates next week. yay!
27.8.10
25.8.10
drip drip drop little august showers
I should be getting my tan on instead of trying not to drown right now. Beach week for the Whitney clan is always the hottest week in August and this year, I find myself wrapped up in a sweatshirt and blanket and a steaming mug of hot cocoa to my left.
I’m not complaining. It’s just ironic. Especially since I’ve been fighting against claims that New England is dark and gloomy since May. Because it's not...usually.
But I digress.
I love hearing the constant roar of the ocean right outside my door, the wind howling around the house and the comfort of a good book waiting for me to dive into. It’s nice to not have the internet to waste my time on, (well, I hacked into someone’s internet successfully right now to post this and facebook stalk) and to turn my phone off because I have no service and to just escape from everything for a while. The air here is thick with moisture and salt and it’s refreshing and I feel alive.
There has been a lot of thinking going on since I’ve been here on the coast. It’s probably too much and it’s probably not healthy, because I am a pro at over thinking everything.
I am so ready to be back in Rexburg. I’m bored here. I miss my roommates terribly. I miss the Klenotich sister fights, Erin’s stories and Anne’s sarcasm. I miss Jillise’s laugh and I miss staying up late with Symone and talking to her hours after our bed time. I miss music hour with Russell and Trish, drives down the big hill with the music blasting with Vicki. I miss afternoons spent in the basement of the Arbor Cove house with Kyle and Geoff. I miss quoting family guy with Dusty and Ryan. I miss being a sass monster and getting away with it!
I love New England, and I love my family. Being home has been nice. But every time I come home, it becomes clearer to me that Idaho is more of my home than New Hampshire is. I don’t really have friends here anymore. The people who know me, whose idea of fun is the same as mine, who I want to spend my time with are all in Idaho. My life is there more then it is here. And that makes me a little sad; but grateful for the people and the comfort I have found in Rexburg.
But I can't help but feel a little uneasy.
things always change.
20.8.10
19.8.10
Thursdays on Lifetime
Mom: "I wish she would get that hat off her head...it looks like tinky-winky got caught in a windstorm."
a few minutes later...
"He's just trying to figure out if he's a man or a girl.."
18.8.10
22 months
it's been 22 months, Maddie girl.
Your mom emailed me the other day and I'm going to go visit her before I go back to school. I'll miss seeing your face while I'm there and playing Webkinz. I miss you always.
Your mom emailed me the other day and I'm going to go visit her before I go back to school. I'll miss seeing your face while I'm there and playing Webkinz. I miss you always.
thank you for the strength you continue to give me and for the example you left for me to follow.
I love you forever.
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