..good thing he has a hero....

I recall a song. One from my youth. And today, it had more relevance than anyone could have ever anticipated such a song to have. It's a great song really...

It is a song about a poor fellow who starts on his day's journey only to be pushed down by the terrible opposition of the world. He must start then from the beginning, sitting on the brink of complete discouragement and udder despair. Then, just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, his friend shows up to fix what has put the fellow is such a sad state. He then could continue on his journey with new hope and a feeling of great confidence. See? I told you...It's a great song..here..just see for yourself.

"The istsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout.

Down came the rain and washed the spider out.

Out came the sun and it dried up all the rain,

so the itsy-bitsy spider went up the spout again."

I'm the spider.

Britt is the sun.

And my rain is dry.

big bad college things

The end of the semester is quickly approaching...although some days I feel as though it's not coming quite quickly enough. It has been quite a semester, the kind filled with

toothbrush heros,

socialized fish,

and fancy black T-shirts;

the end seemed so illusionary. But…. Being able to now count the number of class sessions left on one hand makes me wonder what it is that I have even done these last 3 months. I feel almost as though I've just been kinda... waiting around to start learning all those big bad college things.

If someone were to ask me what I learned format his first semester of my freshman year of my big bad college education…the first thing that comes to mind is the time my shuttle departs to take me home or maybe that I can wake up at 8 and be ready & out the door by 8:20 if I wear a hat.

Sad. After all the stress, all the hours, the homework, the notes.......that's all I've got? Seems a bit pathetic...not that knowing either of those things is unimportant or irrelevant, because they both are. But really? Let's be serious.

The REAL things I've learned since I've been to college..Ready? :

You can find the hero in anything, even a toothbrush.

Sometimes, teachers who don't know what they want…are EXACTLY what you want.

Institute rocks.

Being on a first name basis with Cody at Hobby Lobby means I spend too much time (& money) there.

I can hold my breath for a significantly longer length of time than I thought previously. (Cigarettes are disgusting.)

Taking the stairs is indeed faster than the elevator.

Procrastination still sucks…and I still do it.

Sidewalks are smoother at night.

If you say, "Hi Bob," to a random person, they may just say, "Hey, what's up?".

The campus shuttles get 7 miles to the gallon.

You must make an appointment for walk-in advising meetings…still haven't figured that one

out….

Your lungs will slowly but surely heal themselves from the effects of cigarette smoke, but dust

is there FOREVER.

Never again will I take a night class.

Eating 3 meals a day is overrated…and who's got the time?

Dead cacti still have spines.

Becoming good friends with at least 1 person in each of your classes is important so that if you

happen to lose your mind..or your notes…they may just be able to help with at least one of

them.

You don't need every single one of your textbooks.

Some people just don't realize that spandex are not pants.

You CAN have a job and take 16 credit hours.

3.14 looks like "pie" backwards.

Having a car is great….not having a car payment is too.

Don't wear white pants to your studio classes.

Online classes are better in college.

Extra Credit isn't always worth it.

Required reading is often "Suggested" reading…work smart, not hard.

Teachers don't care if you are on scholarships.

Find joy in little things like the cement gumdrops outside of the Coor Building…sometimes it

feels like all there is to smile about.

What a great start to my big bad -super awesome, overly priced, but hopefully- worth -it -in -the -end college education.

The ones

You know how there are just some people in your life that make everything better?

The ones that dig deep inside you and bring out the smile they know is there when you can't find it on your own? The ones that will listen to your common, everyday stories and laugh like they've never heard such a thing...making your days seem less mundane and significantly more enjoyable?

These are the people that encourage you to live with your head held high, to walk a little better today than you did yesterday. The ones that make sure that you are thinking clearly....without ever letting you believe you weren't thinking clearly in the first place. They are those that write messages on sticky notes to paste on your car after your terrible horrible no good very bad day at school. They are always willing to serve, in anyway that they can. You can always count on these people, you look up to them, they serve as an example to you.

Well, I know...'cause I have one. :)

Seeing RED

I found this as I grabbed my tray to take my 10 minute break tonight. It put a smile on my face.

I am Hoot...

...and everyone knows it.

Feel free...

Feel free to gaze in wondering awe.

Feel free to admire her beauty.

Feel free to smile in response to hers.

Feel free to love her at first sight.

Feel free to mourn that she lives too far away.

Feel free to feed off the joy that she has brought to this earth.

I know I do.

Scarlett Mecque Bohls

or. or.. or...

So school as I had previously predicted, has pretty much completely and in every way consumed my life. Shocker. However, despite this fact, many new, exciting, and not so exciting things have happened. I could tell you all about my beautiful new car with a split personality, delving into his behaviors and quirks, his unique personality....and analyzing all of this on a deep psychological plane that would have you and all the world in awe. Or I could tell you about my beautiful niece, or my crazy art teachers, or the ice cold shuttle, or the institute dollar lunches, or my nursery calling, or...or...or...or..or. But I won't. Today. This post has a much more incredible story to tell. Here we go.

Once upon a time....yesterday...I was getting into my car to go to school. The time was approximately 11:20 in the a.m. As I sat in my car I had Lady GaGa's "Just Dance" stuck in my head. This, you might say, is completely normal, right? Well..sure. Maybe. If I hadn't listened to Coldplay's "Till Kingdom Come" like a thousand times while I proceeded to get ready earlier that morning. It had actually been a couple weeks since I had even heard "Just Dance", yet here I was, in my car, singing it to myself.

(I'll give you a minute to picture this and laugh....)

As I start to drive down the street, I turn on 96.9. Guess what was playing? Not Just Dance, if that's what you were thinking. No. It was talk. I got halfway down the street to realize that I did not have my wallet. I decided that it'd be a good idea to have it so i turned around, parked in front of my house, locked my door, went into my house, grabbed my wallet, went back outside, unlocked my door, sat in my car, buckled for safety ( of course ), turned on the car...and also the radio. Still talk. How foolish it was of me to even wonder if they'd play it out of the monolith of selection they must have. I pulled forward, making a left 3 point turn, just as Lady Gaga's "Just Dance" starts playing. No lies.

I proceeded to rock out.

(..again...metal picture.......laughs)

I had no choice. They played this song for me. As I waited for the light by the High School, I was definitely enjoying myself. Even as the white Astro Van slowed down and stare as it passed me, just to make sure I wasn't going through some psychotic phase.

No my dear ivory Astro van....I was not suffering a psychotic collapse. I was enjoying my life and the little things that matter most... like hard candies, or a newly sharpened yellow pencil, or dancing in your car.

You should too.

The end of something not too old....And the start of something that is..

School starts tomorrow.

16 credit hours and a 15 hour work week means

my life ends tomorrow.
Too bad, too....it was just starting to get interesting.

I am....on the mainland..

This summer came and went so quickly! I can't believe I am back! I walked in the front door uber early a couple of Saturday mornings ago..like 2am early...and it felt like I had never left. Good? Sure I guess. I'd be adjusting quickly..if I had to adjust at all. But at the same time, sad. I didn't want to adjust. I wanted to keep every part of Hawaii I could, even if that meant that I wasn't "at home" here in AZ.

There is something about those islands. Without even knowing it, they are tying themselves to you. Undetectable ties, that is, until its too late. An believe me, it was too late about 2 weeks into my trip. I'm tied. I miss them in a small but deep part of my being. It is an incredibly difficult feeling to describe...and everyone TOLD me it'd come...it has.

I hope I will be able to keep from doing anything rash.....(Yet deep down, I hope I can't. I want to do whatever it takes to get back........)

The sun will always set..

The last HOORAHS of my adventure are quickly approaching...

...as the sun sets on my summer.

Only 3 days left.

Scratch that...reverse it.

So the title of my last post went something along the lines of "Run with it...it's all you've got". When really it should be "Run with it... you've got it all".

It may get bloody...a little messy at times.

I feel like I am going in circles...

..hanging on for dear life..

or just going downright nuts...

..But I have it all..everything. So I'm running with it.

I've got it all.

Just run with it...it's all you've got.

"What happens when I get 5 gold stars?"

"The same thing that happens when you get 3!"

"Ya? What's that?"

"Nothing."

Gold stars and brownie points... pretty much just pointless ridiculousness. Then again so is smearing brownie batter all over someone's face... you just gotta run with it.

Tastes Like a Tree.....

Did you know that there is such a thing as coconut water? I thought I did, but being the F.O.B. that I am, I confused it with coconut milk, the sweet white and creamy substance you drink through a straw from the top of a hairy brown coconut. But cocunut water is different. It is a sweetened form of water, with a bit of bitterness to it. Just a little. And it is packed with nutrients that do wonders for your immune system, although, so does coconut MILK. But coconut water tastes like a tree.


So basically, coconut water is just a sad excuse to say that you were to impatient to wait for the fruit to ripen and reach its full potential. So,here I am, contributing to the lowering of the expectations of the Hawaiian coconut...enjoy.


Alright..well..my video is being less than cooperative so here's the link to it on youtube...:)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cuFK05xT4v0

My Hawaiian storybook...

Once upon a time there was a girl...

She was accused of EFY romance twice in one day with 3 different guys and was apparently the player of the week. You see, she was in charge of the slide show during a couple classes on Wednesday..meaning she was to click the screen when the teacher, aka Bro. Bird, gave the signal. Easy enough of a task to handle. Except when Counselor Bo offers her half of his candy bar, she declines, he insists, she takes the bar and turns to find the entire classroom staring at her. Bro. Bird said something along the lines of, "I think there's a bit too much romance going on back there. Can you please change the slide?" everyone laughed. The taunting continued throughout the day and worsened, as you might imagine, when in happened again only an hour or two after the first time. This time Bo wouldn't have anything to do with her, he sat 4 rows ahead. But JON..he sat next to her. But she was focused this time. Those slides would run as smooth as butter. But again..somehow, she found herself being looked at and accused once more with the back-of-the-classroom romance. After that, any conversation with any guy at all apparently meant that she had moved on from her previous "romance" during her week at EFY.




Glad that wasn't ME..that would've been embarrassing ;)

The end.

The show must go on..

Making a move like the one that I have made recently may invoke some deep thought in the person making said move. One might ponder the life lessons that may be acquired in the near future. They may wonder about the goings on back at home...Or how in the world they are going to find their way to the baggage claim in a foreign airport.ALONE. Yes One may think those things, so I guess that makes me Two..or Three..because I found myself thinking of different things entirely on the 6 hour flight starting my thought provoking gutsy move.

For instance..the clouds. A gas. (for all intensive purposes, they are a gas..lets not get all hyper-technical on Katelin, shall we?) They looked as though I could stick my hand out the window and grab them. And yes..i also know that you can technically grab a gas..but that isn't the point. The point is that what I THOUGHT about was if there could ever be a solid gas. I hated chemistry.. but I do know enough that the states of matter are pretty much exclusive. Only gases are allowed into the secret club of gases. "No solids allowed" it says on the front door of their equally secret fort. So went the deep thought of my thought provoking move.

From there it went to the calculus equation and process of a plastic cup. (Ms. Loudenbeck would be proud).

Then to why in the world they would serve breakfast at noon. And why hadn't I eaten my own breakfast before I left my house. Why did I wait to pack till 11:59pm on July 4th? Why did I even bother sleeping for the hour that I did..i could've instead eaten breakfast. But no, I waited till noon to eat breakfast..even though it may have been lunch to everyone else. PERSPECTIVE.

I bet people wonder why I have a sock monkey sticking out of my purse. I would wonder if I saw an 18 year old with a sock monkey sticking out of her purse.

After flying so far over the ocean, I began to wonder if there were even islands out here that EXISTED at all...I began to realize the great amount of faith I was exercising that the islands didn't just up and move. Hawaii is just one really big joke on the world. Like snipes. It gets played on you..and so you then feel obligated to continue in the hoax for all those who don't already know. Like me, who has never been to Hawaii before. I felt like a beehive all over again...except I didn't have toothpaste on my face.

From 36,000ft i could see little white specks in the water. Boats? I thought. Then quickly I crossed out "boats" on the napkin I was writing on and instead wrote "whales". Way more interesting, I decided. How come all of a sudden I had the authority to change the being of something for the sole purpose of my interest?

What if my plane died all of a sudden and just started to fall straight toward the ocean? From 36,000ft at an rate of 9.8ft/sec times whatever the equation is...(I feel like one of the many math worksheets I've been assigned over the years..asking me to look past hyper technicalities that would make the problem "correct"..which I always found to be pretty much bogus..but ANYWAYS).

..so ended my deep thought on the start of my thought provoking move. Instead of deep important and possibly meaningful thought, I changed boats into whales and gave gases a secret clubhouse. Ya..I would.

"Oh..so that's what I look like!"

Ok..so I've been in Hawaii for over a week now. So many good times. Almost as many bad..but they have slowed to a mere memory. I have photo documentation but currently lack the ability to display it in this post. (Blame the blasted postal service.) But it's ok my dearest friends! Do not yet fret! Until I am able to provide you with the pictures which you so desire, I will leave you with this:

"Life is like a batch of cookies. Sometimes you add 2 tsp of vanilla when you only need 1. So, you adjust the other ingredients accordingly to have 2 beautiful batches instead of 1 screwed up one."

-Hoot.

So, make your batches and eat them too. Life is good.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Katelin is officially registered for her classes at
Arizona State University!!!

She was feeling pretty alright, kinda old, pretty much legit after graduation until about...8am this morning. Then she felt like a freshman all over again. Deep breath.....Oh dear.

Newest ASU photography major! 

life....do I really wanna know?

It seems about time that I fill everyone in on my 2009 summer plans...which may seem odd. You might think, "Why do I care what you are doing this summer? Everyone does STUFF...why is yours different? You think that everyone just has time to read about you most likely lame and same-as-everyone- else's plans for the 3 month gap between school sessions?" That is what you might think..I don't know... but I am dedicating this post to said content due to the fact that this summer is going to have an impact on me that I'm hoping with have life changing effects. I am hoping to..."grow up" I guess. Well...I'm not trying to be old or to leave my youth behind...but there comes a time in every person's life that they need to learn about life. The REAL life. 

Rent. 

Groceries. 

Laundry.

Cooking.

Being alone. 

Being a functional self- standing person. 

This summer, I will be moving to Hawaii, all by myself. I will be learning and experiencing all of the above in the time that I am gone. I am going alone.

I know one single person who will be living 6 blocks away. I will be paying rent. I am responsile for myself, which is both exhilarating and scary. I don't have to answer to anyone...yet, I have to find my way from Honolulu to Laie (an hour drive) on my first day, alone. Life is expensive. Holy cow..and I know that I really have not the slightest clue of how much MORE there is awaiting to suck my wallet dry. 

I am excited to experience all of it really...this is a once in a lifetime opportunity where I can just drop everything and leave. The original plan was to live with my best friend and just play all summer. However, it quickly turned into more work and learning than had been intended in the original plan. I will have fun..I think. I hope. I know I will be glad that I went and it will be a summer I won't ever forget...

But I am scared. out of my mind. for all of it.

Here I most certainly am...still.

So..graduation came. It went. And I'm still here...riding my bus of no feeling. The bus of unrealization that I cannot seem to get off. Picture documentation isn't even enough. Well..I mean..I believe that it happened, sure. I was there. But I guess what the event actually MEANS is what hasn't come yet. 

But who knows how long it will take before it comes...some are telling me it won't come till school starts again. Let's hope for sooner. I can't stay in this state of mental limbo...I need a track. I gotta know what I am. 

I guess the point of this post is for me to pretend like everything is normal. Like I know what's going on. Like I realize what the graduation "step" means. I've gotta stop the cycle somehow. So here we go:

SEMINARY GRADUATION!

My mom was almost in tears. She realizes what graduation means too..just like me...?

Me and my dad.

I love my friends. They helped me celebrate my massive accomplishment that I

 "completely understand"...

(PLUS..they stood for a picture with me even though that crazy grad hat did no favors to my hair...:)

Yay! I am done! I know my direction! I feel..done. Accomplished. I can move on. I am not in a fog. I am not numb. I do not ride buses of no realization. 

Right????

Here I most certainly am..

So here I sit, after a week full of parties, and cards, and cupcakes in congratulations for this amazing achievement that I have completed over the course of 4 years. The journey of this achievement is over. It ended when I bubbled in the small encircled "D" on question number 80 of my AZ/American Government Final. But it doesn't feel over. It isn't summer time yet. I'll be back in my desk, 2nd row from the right and 2 chairs back chatting it up with Krista in 7th hour anatomy on Monday. Nothing has changed, life is good, right?

Wrong.

Everything has changed. I won't be back on Monday to argue with my math teacher. I won't laugh at a Moulder-ism next week. I won't. 

However, despite my knowledge of this concept, my mind continues to trick me into believing that I WILL. 

Why???

I have been waiting so long to get OUT of that place...now I am...and all I can see in my head is reading yet another obscure poem in my obscure AP English class after returning from a relaxing weekend. I'm happy to be done

 with it all really..the drama. the stress. the work. the monotony. I suppose it is a package deal...like the what goes up must come down principle. Lose the downs, and lose the ups.

All I can say is that I came and went faster than I could have ever anticipated. 

"Freshmen hold on, 

it's only four years long, then its gone...

...be happy while you're here, oh

be cool, be hard, be weird

It's just four years...."

-Jon McLaughlin

It was only four years. Now their gone. I was happy. I was weird. But it was just four short  years.

To legit to quit.

Something AMAZING happened today. I think that it has made my week. And it has surely contributed to the said events that made this long year worth it. Yes, it is truly epic.

Mr. Moulding (THE Mr. Moulding...the ever wonderful and totally awesome orchestral conductor of DRHS) said "legit". Today. 4th hour lunch. I was there.

This coming from the man who says about a compliment on his new shoes, with a grin form ear to ear, "Thanks! They are like my black ones...but they are brown." He was so proud.

This coming from the man who, after seeing the abnormally large number of students needing to excuse themselves to the restroom on one particular day, expresses his confusion with a line quoted by myself often, "..it is NOT even raining." 

Mr. Moudling is a simple guy. Yet, so amazingly complex that you coudln't ever truly understand him. I can't even say that I do after 4 long and fablulous years with him. So today, when he said, "Yes Katelin, it is legit," I about cried my eys out. 

"If you build your house like you rehearse, your toilet is installed crooked."

-Mr. Moulding

Seis de Mayo.

Big AP test left mind numb. Can't think. Katelin want no stress. No clear thought. No finished thou.. I doesn't think she can make it throo anuthr aypee test. So sad. She got so far. 

R. I. P.

Coherent Katelin that u wunts new.

In leeoo of flowers, enee connections to the AP graderz that you have that mite involve a possible...bribe..to get Katelin her fives are much appreciated. 

(Ok guys...the point is..I took the AP calculus test today. It kicked my butt. I feel alright about my answers..but I walked out of that test physically and mentally exhausted. It took a while to regain feeling after the LITERAL mental numbness. Once I did though..I had a breakdown. Not a good trade off if you ask me..but hey, nobody's asking me, right? Oh..and along the lines of breakdowns today...my car followed suit. Yep...at Sonic. Wouldn't start. Such an awesome thing to happen when my mental capicity equals the astounding amount of..like - 4 ...liters? is that how you measure brain capacity? Gallons maybe? Oh man, I went to dinner today with my family to Carabba's and our waiter knew off the top of his head that a gallon of milk weighs 8lbs..now..i suppose you can say that it was just as, or even MORE random that we were even having such a conversation about the stats of a gallon of milk..but that's just who we are. :) Now that I think about it, i just had a completely random day. Calc test. Numbness. Firedrill got my final essay postponed. Anatomy..was just..anatomy. Dinner out. Wal mart. My brother was totally nice to me..i get the strange feeling that we are actually..friends :) Car breakdown. And I cemented my summer..which I will describe in a future blog post..It was a totally terrible awfuly awesome gorging with greatness but also with grudging day. Ever had one of those?

I have. Today. On my Seis de Mayo.

I can't see clearly now......but THANK GOODNESS for that!

Today should've been a bad day. Unexpected grade pitfalls. Gross lunch. Barely getting assignments done, but only to half of my ability. I had to pay $50.00 to get a dress dry cleaned...a dress that I don't even own. Grass stains on 1 of the 3 pairs that I have to my name and one the pair of white shoes that I wear frequently. I was tackled and elbowed my 20 boys and a 6 foot ball (hence the grass satins..plus a major headache). 

But, it wasn't. In fact, it seems to have been just a normal day. I don't have any amazing life lesson to bestow upon you..one that has just occurred to me. Nor did I have someone waiting for me with open ears and Reese's cups. No. It was just a day. A day that looking upon seems cruddy. 

Maybe it is the nearness of graduation that has kept my spirits up, or maybe the amazing weekend I had. Possibly that I get my senior pictures done this weekend or even global warming. Could be a compilation of these and more..but who knows.

I fell like it's a super amazing form of tunnel vision. All the good is staring me in the face. I can see that..but the bad that tries to bring it down exists on the far back sides, outside of my line of sight. Finally!!...Bad Day= Good Day.

To get your own pair of super-amazing tunnel vision goggles you can order them through me for only a small fee of $99.99...plus tax. This is a screaming deal..and for a limited time! And! If you order 4 within the next 2 hours we'll take 15% off of your shipping and handling!

*service charge and middle man fee of $75*

Carrot anyone?

Speak no evil. Hear no evil. See no evil.

(OK...so we are a little bit backwards, but the principle is the same.)

4 bandanas, 1 horny toad, 3 pairs of vans, and 57 bobby pins

Prom was awesome! I am so greatful for the guys that did it all for Jayne and I. We decided that going to the just to say that we showed up to our senior prom was..overrated. So, instead, we wanted to get dressed up fancy and just have fun..doing whatever we felt like. I wouldn't have had it any other way..:)

Day Date: HIKE :)

These are the other two in our group. Tanner and Jayne!

"Are you ready?"
THE group.

We love Vans.

Second set of pictures...for the rents of course.

Me...that dress can make anyone feel like a cupcake...

Now, where are YOU gonna sit?

So close....

My date was the best..but then again, I could be just a little bit biased in a situation like this. :)

We rode the carousel at the mall...and the "professional" we got to take our pictures of this experience always cut Britt's head off..

And again..

Our trip to the park. 
We then proceeded to rent a movie with such amazing acting skills. We hardly laughed at it at all.....;) We watched it at Jayne's house it was pretty good in the way that we both got to change into jeans and a t-shirt. We did have dinner..at California pizza kitchen. And we had our own version of a dance. We broke some rules. We made some memories that well...at least Jayne and I won't soon forget. 

And so it begins....the end...

Spirit week! Some showed more spirit than others...but it was a great week. Here is a snap shot. 

littel kyd day

Retro Day

Geek Day...some of us didn't even have to TRY on this one..it just comes naturally to some..:)

My personal fave..If I wore this would you still be my friend Day. (and yes, that IS a coon hat:)

Spirit Day!

 ( This is me in a bass locker..I was scared no one would let me out...but they did...obviously. Thank you Captain Obvious..:)

It has become increasingly apparent that my high school days are quickly dwidling. And, as much true joy as that observation brings me, I am so sad to see these silly, ridiculous, childish laughs go. I lived it up this week, embraced the foolishness. i only have 20-some-odd days left to do such.

Goal: One laugh. One memory. One reason to want to return to high school... for everyday that I have left.

32 days..till the end. And so it begins..

I've been talking to Webster...

commitment:   an agreement or pledge to do something in the future.

team: a number of persons associated together in work or activity.

responsibility: ability to answer for one's conduct and obligations.

If the definitions to these word were shady to anyone...here they are. Let there be no question. When you commit to something, you commit. You stick to it no matter how inconvenient it seems at the time. A team works together..it needs every player, there are no exceptions. Be one of the team 100% or  don't be part of the team. Responsibility. When you kow what is right, do it. Don't make excuses. As many ways as there are to get around being responsible..there are ways to get around the excuse. 

Tour 2009...RIDGE style.

Well..two trips within 4 days of each other..I am wiped out! But all the pain and fatigue..completely worth it. I wouldn't take back a single second..nor a single painful turn of my neck..:) Here is TOUR in the style of 2009.

Highlights include both pictoral and written forms.

I had hot chocolate with my breakfast which i decided to take back up to my room with me. I'm drinking it..and everything is good..until i look down and i have been dripping it all over my shirt! Yes..I would do something like that..obviously, 'cause I did..

We downed more than 20 pizzas in about 90 seconds. It got real quiet real quick. :)

We gave 2 of the basses Mohawks in the hallway of the hotel on Thursday and Friday night.

We were split into 2 buses..#1 and #2. Logically..all of the seniors and choice underclassmen of the Symphonic strings were on bus #1. Of course..we still love the other bus..we just, well..like our bus more. Anyways. Some of us decided it might be fun to take the air fresheners that are used to freshen porta-potties and place them strategically on bus#2.. meaning..right next to an air vent. Yep..it was awsome..from our bus..a safe distance away form any such scent.:)

Macie decided to get herself a Disney birthday pin during our trip to Downtown Disney on Friday afternoon, despite the fact that it wasn't her birthday at all.... and sported it at our dinner trip to Home Town Buffet. One for the lady's thought it was really her birthday..and brought her a nicely arranged cake dessert and the whole restaurant broke out in song..She was bright red. 

Our clinic guy told us that we were killing Simba and stealing popcorn from little children We all felt pretty pathetic after that.

Our bus had 4 games of catch phrase going on at one time. Great minds think alike I suppose..I mean really...how does that happen? Well..a lot was learned from said game.. like diamonds aren't a girls best friend...baseball is two words...and Bob Barker. Yes, that's it. Bob Barker.

Each room would get a call form the chaperone each night..when KJ ansswered, it generally went something like this....,"City morgue. You kill 'em we chill 'em". 

Jacquelyn and I rode the elevator for the last 15 minutes we had at the observatory.

Let's eat Grandpa! 

Let's eat, Grandpa!

Punctuation saves lives.