Thursday, April 30, 2009

Feeling Lazy?

I am!! After the DC trip, I haven't quite gotten back on my feet. I didn't turn in a few sections in Social Studies, or the rough draft of my research paper with the works cited page, or my science thing until today, or... well actually that covers it. So instead of taking the weekend to finish everything, guess where I'm going? Home! Well, as close to home as I'm going to get.



For the amazing people who know what the first Saturday in May means to me, this will be a review. For the people who have no idea what the first Saturday in May means, I'm sorry, but Tennessee has apparently gotten to you.



So what is special about this day?



Umm HELLO!?!??!? It's the Kentucky Derby!!




"The most exciting two minutes in sports!"



If you did not already know, I am from Lexington, Kentucky. My grandparents (on moms side) have lived in Louisville, Kentucky (home of Churchill Downs). So, as you can see, the derby is a big thing in my family.



My mom, brothers, and I drive up to KY and spend 3 days or so hanging out with family and friends and watching the derby. It is really amazing!! One of the best things about heading home for the derby is seeing my 91 year old great grandmother watch the derby. She yells "Go, go go!!" at the television as the thoroughbreds race around the bend for the final leg. And she is always the first one to place bets on the horses. Heck, we're all yelling 'go!' at tv at some point. Anyway, we always have a lot of food, because that's how it's always been in my family. German and Italian bloodlines make for some hungry people who love to cook!!
So you may not hear from me for the weekend, depending on how busy I find myself!

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

The Coolness of my Neighborhood



The funny thing about my neighborhood is that it really doesn't feel like one. Sure, you get the concept of a bunch of houses thrown side by side and labeled with the same neighborhood name, but really, we're not like united or anything. You NEVER see kids riding their bikes out in the streets or drawing murals with chalk on their driveways or chasing eachother around with water guns. It's so crazy! Everywhere else I've lived, there have been other kids that liked to hang out and actually do stuff! We don't have a neighborhood pool- which I think is part of the reason we're all so disconnected- because roughly half the houses have their own. If we ever want to swim, we go across the street to like the only neighbors we actually talk to and do stuff. The Reigers have an amazing pool. They are retired, so they're probably in their mid- late 60s. They pay me to pet sit their golden retriever, Shep, whenever they travel (which is quite frequently, seeing as they have an absolutely HUGE family). My older brother, Landon, does most of their yard work. So, as you can see, they're like another set of grandparents I guess. Oh wait! We DO actually have some other friendly neighbors though! Don't get me wrong, we have a lot of nice neighbors, but we don't really know them. My neighborhood isn't like a grim, dismal place. There just isn't a lot of stuff going on.
It's crazy awesome.




So what brought on this thought process?




My mom has decided to start walking 2 laps around the neighborhood every day with the big dogs, Scout and Shadow. After 14 days of being asked to walk with her, I finally found myself with nothing else to do. Plus I love being outdoors and exercising anyway.

My neighborhood is basically one big loop. A portion of the greenway passes through my neighborhood, which makes great biking, because I can ride straight up to Dunkin Donuts, Walgreens, Mellow Mushroom, the library, or even school if I choose to.


Anyway, she likes the exercise of walking plus the dogs need it. So I went along. Now, I really do not enjoy walking. Biking is wayyy more of my thing, but my dog loves me to walk him so I took Shadow, Mom took Scout, and we set off. I noticed that there really weren't any kids out playing (and I know there are a lot of kids in the neighbrhood). It was crazy!! But I had fun walking anyway!! Oh, and my dogs do look possessed in this picture. Yes, I am aware of that.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

OCD in DC

I am just now uploading the pictures I took in Washington, DC and I am
just starting to see how many i really took!! The grand total is....................... 1,092!!!!
Can you believe I took close to 1100 pictures?? Geez!!




Anyway, while I was on the trip, a lot of really cool stuff happened! Of course, there was the stuff with Bob, but I also went OCD, permanently damaged a historical document, saw a dead hobo, and further increased my knowledge of the people around me. I'll tell you a few stories-

I will start with the OCD thing. Ok, so on the trip I came up with the grand idea of buying a postcard or two everywhere I went. Postcards cost about 40 cents on average, so it was obvious that I wasn't going to go broke buying a lot of them. So, everywhere I went, I started to get a few postcards. A few postcards turned into 5, then 6, then 12. Well, I really only bought three 12- packs, so it wasn't that bad. Anyway, in the end, I came home with (and I kid you not) 67 POSTCARDS!!!! And people kept teasing me about being OCD!! Haha, well I guess I can't blame them!

My next little experience was at the National Archives which is where the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, the Emancipation Proclamation, etc are stored. Before we went into the Archives, Mr. Danner lectured us about the rules of the Archives. The number one rule? NO FLASH PHOTOGRAPHY OR YOUR CAMERA WILL BE CONFISCATED BY THE GUARDS. Well... I followed the rules. A good reminder to keep the flash off was the guards that were posted in various placed. As I walked through the line, I turned my camera off. When I reached the Declaration, I turned my camera on and took a picture of it. Can you see the mistake? I DIDN'T TURN THE FLASH OFF!!! I realized my mistake as soon as I clicked the capture button. The flash went off once, but before it could flash again to take the picture, I yanked it down and covered it with my hand. I'm pretty sure the guard, who was standing literally 3 feet away, saw it go off. So what did I do? I shot off and got my butt out of the National Archives. I did NOT need my camera to end up in the hands of a guard. Geez!!

There really wasn't anything interesting about the dead hobo. He was stretched out on the steps of a lamp post or something in front of Union Station. I'm not just saying he looked dead. He WAS dead.



Monday, April 27, 2009

This is It!!

I have made a vow to create no more blogs!! Since it was so hard keeping up with both of the others and different people expecting different things, this blog is reflecting a compromise.

For the great Gloria- Yes, on this blog I will finally please your grammatically correct thirsty eyes. No more all lowercase posts or titles. No more 3 sentence posts. Everything will be as you have requested!!

For the amazing Jordan- I'm not sure why you chose Unrestricted Dreams over Common Sense, but hopefully this will suit your style of blogging!!

For the (no comment) Allie- I don't think you really cared about the style in the first place, but I have planned on this one being more optimistic! Haha, and by the way, you are both AMAZING and GREAT!!