-I just realized that I need to keep moving on the old blogosphere, because my English teacher told me that this blog could count as the big end-of-year project we'll all have to do. I don't really have any ingenious insights or performed any strange and complex surgeries- but then again, I can always talk about sports, as ESPN seems to have realized long ago. Anyway, here goes:
-It's a boy! My Mom was hoping to have me here to babysit for when the baby came, but I now know that it would either have been when I was gone skiing or during the Dawg game, so I'm glad it was when it was. There were many forces at work on the naming front, all working for their own cause( I personally favored the name Stu), so my dad decided to name him something no one was rooting for at the time, specifically the name Paul Perry Dixon.
-Uncle Tom and Gpa took us all skiing at Bluewood(Thank-you's to everyone who made that happen, by the way!) last Thursday, and I went from the beginner's slope to a black diamond(an easy one, that is). I also found out that I really love skiing, and that I will be devoted to this sport for at least 20 years more(after that, who knows what will happen?).
-The snow is gone at last! This is the first time in the last four months that I haven't been able to see snow from our front window. We put up a break-away rim on the neighbor's backboard, and now we can't blame any of our bad shots on a broken rim(the last one was broken in two places, and hung limply from the backboard). I did feel a sense of foreboding, though, when I saw the first hornet of the year crawling around.
-I think that'll be all for now, since I can hear my homework calling from my binder. Thanks for reading- It really helps to be able to dump all my thoughts on you guys once in a while!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
Snow, snow, everywhere-!
-I just got to the thirteenth chapter and the umpteenth page of a Mark twain biography(the pages take about ten minutes each to digest with the 'olde English' typeset they use in the book), so look for enhanced knowledge and wisdom in my bumbling insights!
-There is a lot of snow here in Moscow. You could call it a winter wonderland- or you could call it a desolate wasteland, it just depends whether the cup is half empty or half full for you. We've had pretty much all the fun we can have in the snow- snow caves(we made the old ones bigger), snow castles, snow men , snow women, snow cats, snow dogs, snowball fights, iceball fights(we were desperate, and it still only lasted a minute until Mom came out and started yelling), and anything else I can think of to do in 2 feet of snow. Yesterday, I overheard Miriam praying, and it was the last omen to me. she said, "Heavenly Father, thank you for the snow days, but I think you should wait until next year for more of them. I, personally, am also all done with the snow and ready for some good and soggy Seattle weather-anything but snow!!
-We couldn't go to the game on Thursday, due to Mom's stomach pangs(she said she didn't know exactly where the said organ was, only that it hurt.), but we did decide to hog the slingbox and watch the game. It was very exciting, especially Rochestie's three that never went in-I personally think it was a couple hundredths of a second sooner than they did, but, as Mom says, you get what you get and you don't throw a fit- although Jared is always the exception to this rule. I also thought that Cowgill and Banes wouldn't have gotten in foul trouble(both fouled out) if Kevin Love hadn't been so arrogant. I was laughing hard when he missed the two free throws, though the look on his face remained the same. Overall, I think we played the Bruins to perfection- until two of our main men fouled out.
-Thanks for listening to my now-monthly ravings, and yet again, please comment!
-There is a lot of snow here in Moscow. You could call it a winter wonderland- or you could call it a desolate wasteland, it just depends whether the cup is half empty or half full for you. We've had pretty much all the fun we can have in the snow- snow caves(we made the old ones bigger), snow castles, snow men , snow women, snow cats, snow dogs, snowball fights, iceball fights(we were desperate, and it still only lasted a minute until Mom came out and started yelling), and anything else I can think of to do in 2 feet of snow. Yesterday, I overheard Miriam praying, and it was the last omen to me. she said, "Heavenly Father, thank you for the snow days, but I think you should wait until next year for more of them. I, personally, am also all done with the snow and ready for some good and soggy Seattle weather-anything but snow!!
-We couldn't go to the game on Thursday, due to Mom's stomach pangs(she said she didn't know exactly where the said organ was, only that it hurt.), but we did decide to hog the slingbox and watch the game. It was very exciting, especially Rochestie's three that never went in-I personally think it was a couple hundredths of a second sooner than they did, but, as Mom says, you get what you get and you don't throw a fit- although Jared is always the exception to this rule. I also thought that Cowgill and Banes wouldn't have gotten in foul trouble(both fouled out) if Kevin Love hadn't been so arrogant. I was laughing hard when he missed the two free throws, though the look on his face remained the same. Overall, I think we played the Bruins to perfection- until two of our main men fouled out.
-Thanks for listening to my now-monthly ravings, and yet again, please comment!
Saturday, January 19, 2008
On the Road Once Again
-Well, I know everyone has been quite clear that they would like a D.C. blog(everyone I've been in contact with has at least mentioned it, maybe just to make me feel socially substantial) so here it is, though my last blog about my travels was waay too long and confusing, so I'm not going to go into detail and go through each day like last time, I'm just going to go through my assorted thoughts(we do have a wide variety here at Bumblyburg's Emporium of Seth's Thoughts & Dreams) and then conclude with the feature presentation.
-Thanks for the comments- those are my only signs that you're not all dead, since no one's blogging anymore(yes, I'm talking to YOU.). And, if anyone in my acquaintance would like to state that they've completed the 'Ten Blogs in Ten Weeks' challenge, I'm ready to bite their heads off.
-It's been a boring week of soccer- Manchester United finally climbed back back into their throne, mauling poor little teams on the way back up to the top. Liverpool tries to maintain their dignity, Manchester City loses theirs, and Everton is gaining momentum once again. Liverpool's owners once again try to maintain the poker "no fire, no sell, no nothin'" face, even with whole governments trying to get dibs on the up-n-down Red Devils.
-A few interesting moments: today when we were going to church, My mom was talking about Miri's talk in primary. Miri listened to Mom's advice to talk loudly, since the kids would be rather rowdy by the time they got to Sharing Time. With a burst of Miri-brand perfection, she turned the volume up a few extra notches and executed the carefully planned, rather complicated talk better than many older than she(me included). "hi, it's nice to see you today! In Helamen chapter 12, verses 7 through 12, we read..." You can imagine my mom's amazement. She did better in primary. Another moment, though not so sweet and angelic, was in Sacrament meeting when Jacob found out that he could stick a pencil in the place where his tooth got knocked out(if you haven't heard about that before, I'll just have to say that that's a whole 'nother story) and make it stay there.
-Now, about the trip: I'm going to go through the highlights in order from good to sorta good.
-By the way, I had emailed the 'honorable' Senator Crapo(NOT pronounced crapp-o- trust me, I learned the hard way.) three months beforehand, not knowing that a simple e-mail- said to be all I needed on the website- was not enough. It had to be accompanied by a letter, signed by at least five supporters and one big-time supporter, saying that if he did not reply, he would be left in the dust. Otherwise, it would be tossed into the overloaded 'important' bin- right next to the one labeled with a dollar sign. After long weeks of no reply, I had Grandma write her congresswoman(she did it in the correct way, landing it smack dab in the middle of McMorris's honourable pie-hole. It was completed in days, much to the amazement of many onlookers, including Crapo's drowsy aide, who got right to work but still lost the race. Anyway, here are my favorites:
-#1 was the bureau of Printing & Engraving(The five foot stacks of 16-piece sheets of fifties made me feel rather rich.)
-#2 was the Capitol building- it's amazing how much work it took to paint the rotunda. Also, our guide pointed out the disgruntled artist's face splotched onto one of the trees in the circular mural.
-#3 was the Air and Space Museum, which was gigantic and had everything imaginable about flight and space travel. You could spend a whole day lost in it's depths, as in the Museum of Natural History.
-#4 was the Museum of Natural History- my favorite part of it was the geology section.
-#5 was the Lincoln memorial
-#6 was the Washington Monument, since you can see an enormously important building out of each of the eight windows.
-#7 was watching Mythbusters
-#8 was the Jefferson Memorial, more memorable since our guide mentioned the stonemasons engraved the declaration on the side of the wall wrong.
-Thanks for reading my blog, and remember to comment!
-here's a tossed-together video of the big snow fort we made in our yard. It's about one and a half times as big as it looks in the video.
-Thanks for the comments- those are my only signs that you're not all dead, since no one's blogging anymore(yes, I'm talking to YOU.). And, if anyone in my acquaintance would like to state that they've completed the 'Ten Blogs in Ten Weeks' challenge, I'm ready to bite their heads off.
-It's been a boring week of soccer- Manchester United finally climbed back back into their throne, mauling poor little teams on the way back up to the top. Liverpool tries to maintain their dignity, Manchester City loses theirs, and Everton is gaining momentum once again. Liverpool's owners once again try to maintain the poker "no fire, no sell, no nothin'" face, even with whole governments trying to get dibs on the up-n-down Red Devils.
-A few interesting moments: today when we were going to church, My mom was talking about Miri's talk in primary. Miri listened to Mom's advice to talk loudly, since the kids would be rather rowdy by the time they got to Sharing Time. With a burst of Miri-brand perfection, she turned the volume up a few extra notches and executed the carefully planned, rather complicated talk better than many older than she(me included). "hi, it's nice to see you today! In Helamen chapter 12, verses 7 through 12, we read..." You can imagine my mom's amazement. She did better in primary. Another moment, though not so sweet and angelic, was in Sacrament meeting when Jacob found out that he could stick a pencil in the place where his tooth got knocked out(if you haven't heard about that before, I'll just have to say that that's a whole 'nother story) and make it stay there.
-Now, about the trip: I'm going to go through the highlights in order from good to sorta good.
-By the way, I had emailed the 'honorable' Senator Crapo(NOT pronounced crapp-o- trust me, I learned the hard way.) three months beforehand, not knowing that a simple e-mail- said to be all I needed on the website- was not enough. It had to be accompanied by a letter, signed by at least five supporters and one big-time supporter, saying that if he did not reply, he would be left in the dust. Otherwise, it would be tossed into the overloaded 'important' bin- right next to the one labeled with a dollar sign. After long weeks of no reply, I had Grandma write her congresswoman(she did it in the correct way, landing it smack dab in the middle of McMorris's honourable pie-hole. It was completed in days, much to the amazement of many onlookers, including Crapo's drowsy aide, who got right to work but still lost the race. Anyway, here are my favorites:
-#1 was the bureau of Printing & Engraving(The five foot stacks of 16-piece sheets of fifties made me feel rather rich.)
-#2 was the Capitol building- it's amazing how much work it took to paint the rotunda. Also, our guide pointed out the disgruntled artist's face splotched onto one of the trees in the circular mural.
-#3 was the Air and Space Museum, which was gigantic and had everything imaginable about flight and space travel. You could spend a whole day lost in it's depths, as in the Museum of Natural History.
-#4 was the Museum of Natural History- my favorite part of it was the geology section.
-#5 was the Lincoln memorial
-#6 was the Washington Monument, since you can see an enormously important building out of each of the eight windows.
-#7 was watching Mythbusters
-#8 was the Jefferson Memorial, more memorable since our guide mentioned the stonemasons engraved the declaration on the side of the wall wrong.
-Thanks for reading my blog, and remember to comment!
-here's a tossed-together video of the big snow fort we made in our yard. It's about one and a half times as big as it looks in the video.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
vague recollections
-I have an absolute ton to write about today, so if you don't have time for this, please refrain from reading this, since I don't want to be responsible for anything bad(actually, I don't really feel like being responsible for anything in my tired, jet-lagged, sorry state- I very much would like to go to bed, especially after I almost fell asleep where I stood while passing the sacrament and had to regain what was left of my composure in front of what I'm sure were many mental "boo, kid- BOO!"'s.). As you can see, this might also prove to be too weighty and dull for anyone to read.
-On that cheerful note, I would like to continue going through the motions. Thanks for all your comments, by the way- it's always been a little frustrating to hear that someone read your blog,but didn't know what to say, hence obliterating all proof that they actually took anything in after all. Even if you have nothing to say or think you might have something to say but fear that it might be terribly insulting, you can always just give it a try and see just what my reaction is. And, even if I am terribly insulted, chances are that I appreciate it anyway and do not quite want to throttle you, even if I do tell you that I'm never talking to you again.
-I know you've all been waiting for an editorial on my trip with Uncle nige(or at least everyone I've seen lately wants to hear)Also, keep in mind that I haven't written much for a long time, so this is really just me getting it all out of my system. Here goes:
On Thursday, I get home needing to do the route, homework, and also having not thought a single bit about packing or preparing for the trip. I rushed through the route, my homework, and then got to the packing. I had to copy an entire chapter out of my health book, and another 20 or so pages of Saxon math. I then proceeded to find all of my clothes, toiletries, and miscellaneous junk. I had been talking to mom earlier and she had told me that luggage that you checked was likely to dissipate, so I packed my homework, my books, the contents of my underwear/sock drawer, all my toiletry stuff, and my suit into my little backpack- I didn't know that suits wrinkled prior to leaving and Uncle Nigel let out a gasp of horror at what I had done(luckily, the suit is pure polyester and almost bulletproof) to my poor suit. The suit was fine, and I am sure that that was the least of it's overall ordeals. I then stuffed all my clothes that were fit to wear in public into the little suitcase that I got from Grandma when I was just turning 3. I had to jump on it to get my Sunday shoes in. Then Dad puts my vacuum-packed baggage into the car, and we zoom over to Grandma's. Grandma, Grandpa, and I take the Highlander to Spokane for the night and get a hotel room there. We wait throughout the night for 4:45 A.M. to come around.
On Friday, I go to the airport, register along with the long line of grumpy people, take all my stuff off, get patted down by a groggy-yet-gruff customs official, and...sit for half an hour. Then, I fly to Rochester. I'm skipping an entire day here, so I will tell you the most interesting part of the day, this being when an elderly African-American man took me to the basement. I sat in the basement while two other elderly people chatted with him in an unrecognizable language. Then they took me to an abandoned bus on the flight ground and drove us all to my gate. It was a strange experience, being on the flight ground, although it did not make me want to work there- it looked extremely boring. Come to think of it, it also looked like there was nothing actually going on, just a bunch of people driving around and yelling at nobody in particular about nothing in particular. When I got to Rochester, it was just having it's first snow and looked pretty, especially from the airplane when we were on the final approach. Uncle Nigel, gillian, and Jonathan were waiting for me at the airport. We drove to Aunt Gillian's, and I thought they had a great apartment, according to my experience with apartments, which is closer to nil than I'm usually willing to admit. I slept on the couch.
On Saturday, we went to all the church history sites. I don't really have much to say on this topic, except for that I wondered how there could be any sweet birds singing in the sacred grove- it's pretty darn cold there. Otherwise, the only things that they don't all talk about s the printer's shop. They made me realize there that printing just one book was extremely tedious, painstaking work to be doing- especially in the hot summer hours.
On Sunday, we realized that we needed to get out on the roads ASAP to beat the snow. We do, and listen to the first Saturday session of last General Conference on the way to Vermont. I really don't remember what we did after that, so I'll skip to the next day.
On Monday, I waited at home while Uncle Nige did his interview at Dartmouth. Then, we went to the Dartmouth campus, looked at where he interviewed, and then went to a chocolate store nestled into the side of a mini mall. It turned out that the lady's family had been running chocolate stores in England for generations. We got some chocolate, then went to Ben & Jerry's. Then, we went to go find an art school to see if there was an attached museum- there wasn't. after that, we went to this rather enticing store called the Price Chopper. It lived up to it's name, selling seafood dip for only 99 cents and shrimp for only six bucks a dish. We bought up to half our limits, then brought it all home and chowed down while watching half of Gettysburg. I was too full to eat my shrimp, but otherwise we had a great time.
On Tuesday, we drove to Portland. We went to the hotel, which had a marginal view of the sea, among many other perks. We went outside to case the joint, walked stiffly around, and then went back inside. After that, we simply crashed onto our beds for the night.
On Wednesday, we went to the art museum right next to our hotel. It had a variety of things, including Picasso and a little Monet. When we were done there,we walked again out into the wild dirty white yonder. We walked all the way to the waterfront, then walk(again, very stiffly because of overpowering wind and cold) into the restaurant. It was a great place, with plenty of business even in the off season. I named the lobster Bob, after our server. Our server was very friendly, and was the one who showed us how to eat lobster. I ordered shrimp, and Uncle Nige got two lobsters, one Bob and the other remaining anonymous as it was the one I had to eat. We ate the lobster, which I'm sure was the freshest lobster you can get. I liked it and the shrimp, although it's hard not to look at poor Bob as you're chewing. Afterwards, we were walking home and happened upon a Cold Stone Creamery, one of those places where they add in all the condiments right in front of you. It was great ice cream, even if it did taste like Bob. After eating our monster-sized Bob-flavored ice creams, we walked home in the slush and fell asleep.
On Thursday, we drove to Burlington, Vermont after Uncle Nigel's interview at Maine Medical center. We also went to dinner with the current residents in Burlington. I learned much in the way of residency that night, and also found out that I like Cajun spices on chicken.
On Friday, Uncle Nige went to his interview. By the time he was done, it was already the afternoon.We started out driving at about noon, visited the Joseph Smith Birthplace-did you know that the largest polished pillar of granite in the world is located there as a monument? And that they put it up in 1904?- we then drove for a while more, ate, and drove again to Rochester. On the way, we saw a city sign labeled, "Scott's Sweets" and "Stewart's candy". We laughed a bit about that once we got to the Bowman's house, then I said goodbye and went to bed.
On Saturday, I got up at four and went over the whole ordeal once again. My parents picked me up, zoomed me over to Pullman, gathered all the kids together, attended Eric's baptism, then rushed to Moscow to make potatoes for the Ward Christmas Party. We went to the party, dragged ourselves back while half asleep, and whit the sack completely exhausted.
-So there you have it- my entire week, laid out in front of you. It was all a bit hazy in my head, so it's not in perfect chronological order, but I'm sure you're too tired of my writing to really care. Thanks for reading my blog, and again, please comment!
-On that cheerful note, I would like to continue going through the motions. Thanks for all your comments, by the way- it's always been a little frustrating to hear that someone read your blog,but didn't know what to say, hence obliterating all proof that they actually took anything in after all. Even if you have nothing to say or think you might have something to say but fear that it might be terribly insulting, you can always just give it a try and see just what my reaction is. And, even if I am terribly insulted, chances are that I appreciate it anyway and do not quite want to throttle you, even if I do tell you that I'm never talking to you again.
-I know you've all been waiting for an editorial on my trip with Uncle nige(or at least everyone I've seen lately wants to hear)Also, keep in mind that I haven't written much for a long time, so this is really just me getting it all out of my system. Here goes:
On Thursday, I get home needing to do the route, homework, and also having not thought a single bit about packing or preparing for the trip. I rushed through the route, my homework, and then got to the packing. I had to copy an entire chapter out of my health book, and another 20 or so pages of Saxon math. I then proceeded to find all of my clothes, toiletries, and miscellaneous junk. I had been talking to mom earlier and she had told me that luggage that you checked was likely to dissipate, so I packed my homework, my books, the contents of my underwear/sock drawer, all my toiletry stuff, and my suit into my little backpack- I didn't know that suits wrinkled prior to leaving and Uncle Nigel let out a gasp of horror at what I had done(luckily, the suit is pure polyester and almost bulletproof) to my poor suit. The suit was fine, and I am sure that that was the least of it's overall ordeals. I then stuffed all my clothes that were fit to wear in public into the little suitcase that I got from Grandma when I was just turning 3. I had to jump on it to get my Sunday shoes in. Then Dad puts my vacuum-packed baggage into the car, and we zoom over to Grandma's. Grandma, Grandpa, and I take the Highlander to Spokane for the night and get a hotel room there. We wait throughout the night for 4:45 A.M. to come around.
On Friday, I go to the airport, register along with the long line of grumpy people, take all my stuff off, get patted down by a groggy-yet-gruff customs official, and...sit for half an hour. Then, I fly to Rochester. I'm skipping an entire day here, so I will tell you the most interesting part of the day, this being when an elderly African-American man took me to the basement. I sat in the basement while two other elderly people chatted with him in an unrecognizable language. Then they took me to an abandoned bus on the flight ground and drove us all to my gate. It was a strange experience, being on the flight ground, although it did not make me want to work there- it looked extremely boring. Come to think of it, it also looked like there was nothing actually going on, just a bunch of people driving around and yelling at nobody in particular about nothing in particular. When I got to Rochester, it was just having it's first snow and looked pretty, especially from the airplane when we were on the final approach. Uncle Nigel, gillian, and Jonathan were waiting for me at the airport. We drove to Aunt Gillian's, and I thought they had a great apartment, according to my experience with apartments, which is closer to nil than I'm usually willing to admit. I slept on the couch.
On Saturday, we went to all the church history sites. I don't really have much to say on this topic, except for that I wondered how there could be any sweet birds singing in the sacred grove- it's pretty darn cold there. Otherwise, the only things that they don't all talk about s the printer's shop. They made me realize there that printing just one book was extremely tedious, painstaking work to be doing- especially in the hot summer hours.
On Sunday, we realized that we needed to get out on the roads ASAP to beat the snow. We do, and listen to the first Saturday session of last General Conference on the way to Vermont. I really don't remember what we did after that, so I'll skip to the next day.
On Monday, I waited at home while Uncle Nige did his interview at Dartmouth. Then, we went to the Dartmouth campus, looked at where he interviewed, and then went to a chocolate store nestled into the side of a mini mall. It turned out that the lady's family had been running chocolate stores in England for generations. We got some chocolate, then went to Ben & Jerry's. Then, we went to go find an art school to see if there was an attached museum- there wasn't. after that, we went to this rather enticing store called the Price Chopper. It lived up to it's name, selling seafood dip for only 99 cents and shrimp for only six bucks a dish. We bought up to half our limits, then brought it all home and chowed down while watching half of Gettysburg. I was too full to eat my shrimp, but otherwise we had a great time.
On Tuesday, we drove to Portland. We went to the hotel, which had a marginal view of the sea, among many other perks. We went outside to case the joint, walked stiffly around, and then went back inside. After that, we simply crashed onto our beds for the night.
On Wednesday, we went to the art museum right next to our hotel. It had a variety of things, including Picasso and a little Monet. When we were done there,we walked again out into the wild dirty white yonder. We walked all the way to the waterfront, then walk(again, very stiffly because of overpowering wind and cold) into the restaurant. It was a great place, with plenty of business even in the off season. I named the lobster Bob, after our server. Our server was very friendly, and was the one who showed us how to eat lobster. I ordered shrimp, and Uncle Nige got two lobsters, one Bob and the other remaining anonymous as it was the one I had to eat. We ate the lobster, which I'm sure was the freshest lobster you can get. I liked it and the shrimp, although it's hard not to look at poor Bob as you're chewing. Afterwards, we were walking home and happened upon a Cold Stone Creamery, one of those places where they add in all the condiments right in front of you. It was great ice cream, even if it did taste like Bob. After eating our monster-sized Bob-flavored ice creams, we walked home in the slush and fell asleep.
On Thursday, we drove to Burlington, Vermont after Uncle Nigel's interview at Maine Medical center. We also went to dinner with the current residents in Burlington. I learned much in the way of residency that night, and also found out that I like Cajun spices on chicken.
On Friday, Uncle Nige went to his interview. By the time he was done, it was already the afternoon.We started out driving at about noon, visited the Joseph Smith Birthplace-did you know that the largest polished pillar of granite in the world is located there as a monument? And that they put it up in 1904?- we then drove for a while more, ate, and drove again to Rochester. On the way, we saw a city sign labeled, "Scott's Sweets" and "Stewart's candy". We laughed a bit about that once we got to the Bowman's house, then I said goodbye and went to bed.
On Saturday, I got up at four and went over the whole ordeal once again. My parents picked me up, zoomed me over to Pullman, gathered all the kids together, attended Eric's baptism, then rushed to Moscow to make potatoes for the Ward Christmas Party. We went to the party, dragged ourselves back while half asleep, and whit the sack completely exhausted.
-So there you have it- my entire week, laid out in front of you. It was all a bit hazy in my head, so it's not in perfect chronological order, but I'm sure you're too tired of my writing to really care. Thanks for reading my blog, and again, please comment!
Friday, November 16, 2007
The Uncle Nigel Trip: BOOM, BOOM, BOOM
-Sorry about that small(large) lapse in blogging- I've been working overtime for my mom, who has turned out to be an evil employer, hungry for poor boys that need money, in disguise. I've been having a great time during thanksgiving weekend, especially since we won the rose bowl. I also think we were all pretty happy when we found that the Campbells would be coming and that we would not, after all, have only 18 people attending the Thanksgiving feast at grandma's. We(Campbell kids, Mumford kids, & Dixon kids) are also proud to say that we unlocked 2 party games while waiting for the Apple Cup.
-I'm on what is known now as 'the big trip', and am having a good time so far. As it turns out, Delta has a program for unaccompanied minors that has people to escort you(rather forcibly) to the next gate. My mom thought that the personnel would be a bit too overloaded/stressed and might forget all about escorting somebody. They went against all doubts, however, and were there waiting for me, smiling their special tight-lipped airline attendant smiles and ready to go. It seemed like they weren't doing much of anything and the reason that they were stressed was nothing in particular, but since I'm just an ignorant layman, I'm sure I missed something. The Bowmans seem to be doing well over here in Rochester, and I'm having a good time, too. It looks like I'll be traveling more these three months than my mom has for quite some time. Well, I'm glad I've been able to blog right now, so hi from Rochester & I'll end with a jaunty tip of the hat. Toodledoo!
-I'm on what is known now as 'the big trip', and am having a good time so far. As it turns out, Delta has a program for unaccompanied minors that has people to escort you(rather forcibly) to the next gate. My mom thought that the personnel would be a bit too overloaded/stressed and might forget all about escorting somebody. They went against all doubts, however, and were there waiting for me, smiling their special tight-lipped airline attendant smiles and ready to go. It seemed like they weren't doing much of anything and the reason that they were stressed was nothing in particular, but since I'm just an ignorant layman, I'm sure I missed something. The Bowmans seem to be doing well over here in Rochester, and I'm having a good time, too. It looks like I'll be traveling more these three months than my mom has for quite some time. Well, I'm glad I've been able to blog right now, so hi from Rochester & I'll end with a jaunty tip of the hat. Toodledoo!
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Winter
-Ah, winter, the season of Costco replacement snow tires, exploding pipes, frozen paperboys who forgot their coats at school and are consequently skidding down the Jones' hill at high speeds in their dad's old sweatshirt with holes in the pocket, collecting injuries & cops with ordinance fees as they go, and(sigh) it's also the time of year when we rush around in a frenzy, dumping our money into large pits(our friends, neighbors, & people with lots of money that we hate but would like to make a good impression on) in the name of spreading joy to people that don't even notice because they're too busy spreading joy to other people(or they're on vacation in Jamaica). After Christmas is my favorite time of year , since you can kick back & relax with all your Christmas stuff, with not a care in the world but going to whatever Wazzu basketball games there are, hoarding/eating/stealing candy, and planning cool things to do on New Year's Eve/the rest of the time we'll be staying at Gma & Gpa's house- which will be a whole lot less cramped with the banquet room, I'm excited to see what it will be like with it.
-On an entirely different note, Jared has now become closely acquainted with the feeling that comes- whatever that feeling may be- with having close to the same experiences as Donald Davis(if you've never heard his tapes, do so- they keep kids quiet & they are, at times, immensely funny.) which is to say that he had the words, 'he's gonna have to have... braces... save your money for...braces...' coming from tooth specialists all around. As it turns out, Jared is just one of a long line of class 2 bites- which means...braces...for Jared.
-Sorry I'm late to blog- it's just that I had strep throat yesterday and had to retire to the sack early.
- Today, I started Art(an elective that comes automatically with shop- I did it for the art half), and I think my art teacher would be third on the list that I posted earlier- though as John Bytheway says, sometimes they start nice and get meaner later on. I also am entering the second quarter, and am happy to report that so far in the quarter I have straight A's. I am so good!
-On an entirely different note, Jared has now become closely acquainted with the feeling that comes- whatever that feeling may be- with having close to the same experiences as Donald Davis(if you've never heard his tapes, do so- they keep kids quiet & they are, at times, immensely funny.) which is to say that he had the words, 'he's gonna have to have... braces... save your money for...braces...' coming from tooth specialists all around. As it turns out, Jared is just one of a long line of class 2 bites- which means...braces...for Jared.
-Sorry I'm late to blog- it's just that I had strep throat yesterday and had to retire to the sack early.
- Today, I started Art(an elective that comes automatically with shop- I did it for the art half), and I think my art teacher would be third on the list that I posted earlier- though as John Bytheway says, sometimes they start nice and get meaner later on. I also am entering the second quarter, and am happy to report that so far in the quarter I have straight A's. I am so good!
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Trunk-R-Treat: Halloween Game 1
-Well, I guess you could say this is a very up-and-down season for the Cougars, and I'm sorry I couldn't come to the Big Game- though this was, of course, due to all the LHWB(Long Hours of Work in the Backyard)- to supply a flash funding for what has become known here in the Dixon household as the Uncle Nigie Trip- and also due to the Trunk-R-Treat cardboard maze(more on that later). I also regret that I won't be there to watch the Cougs play the Dawgs in the Rose Bowl- though I will be doing the third best thing, which is listening to it on the radio.
- Just a random thought from the Seth department: Isn't it strange how all the bad stuff that happens to the Deacons while passing the sacrament that everybody seems bound to notice just slips right over your head when you're 1-11 years old? I think it is, anyway.
-Back on subject now. This All Hallows Eve(don't you love to say that?), the Deacon's Quorum carried out on something- a very rare thing, since most things on the calender actually happen a month later(I'm the secretary, I should know)- and made a 30 square foot cardboard maze complete with dead ends, flashing lights, strange gooshy things scattered around the maze, a Dummies' Grave(a passage that goes in a circle), little doors on the top to reach in & grab the people coming through, and places for us to hide & scare little kids(we did this in just 2 hours- we had a pretty good turnout on that). I called it Game 1 because it really does seem to be made up of rounds, made up of costume parties & the like, and a knockout round(Halloween) after which the parents snap and take away the costumes & loot until next year, when they are feeling better and the memories have faded. Then, the whole thing starts all over again.
-Thanks for reading, & I should have some good stories next time- As Uncle Nigel says(and maybe others, though I have no experience of this), stay tuned.
- Just a random thought from the Seth department: Isn't it strange how all the bad stuff that happens to the Deacons while passing the sacrament that everybody seems bound to notice just slips right over your head when you're 1-11 years old? I think it is, anyway.
-Back on subject now. This All Hallows Eve(don't you love to say that?), the Deacon's Quorum carried out on something- a very rare thing, since most things on the calender actually happen a month later(I'm the secretary, I should know)- and made a 30 square foot cardboard maze complete with dead ends, flashing lights, strange gooshy things scattered around the maze, a Dummies' Grave(a passage that goes in a circle), little doors on the top to reach in & grab the people coming through, and places for us to hide & scare little kids(we did this in just 2 hours- we had a pretty good turnout on that). I called it Game 1 because it really does seem to be made up of rounds, made up of costume parties & the like, and a knockout round(Halloween) after which the parents snap and take away the costumes & loot until next year, when they are feeling better and the memories have faded. Then, the whole thing starts all over again.
-Thanks for reading, & I should have some good stories next time- As Uncle Nigel says(and maybe others, though I have no experience of this), stay tuned.
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