Wakeboarding

Our first full day in California Ashlee's parents took us out on their boat and taught us how to wakeboard. After her brother showed off his skills, and made us all quiver in our bindings, I was the first to literally take the plunge. It took a couple tries, but eventually I started to get it.


I think I can. I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.

Oh my gosh, I'm up!!

Oops, too confident, getting kinda wobbly .

Up and steady and REALLY excited!

Katherine was amazing. She was up and out of the water so fast you didn't know what hit you.

She was really steady and not going anywhere, so we took a dozen pictures of her just chilling like this behind the boat.

Sharla was not so lucky. She tried and tried and tried and tried....

And tried...and tried....and tried.....

And then she got it!!!!!! We all squealed for joy!

And then Ashlee put us all to shame and did this. Look at that air. I was lucky if I could stay going in a straight line.

Needless to say I was happy to have her back in my life

When the water started to get choppy we got out the tube and slaughtered ourselves. This was obviously before round one of death. We were all sore for DAYS after. Everyone else got skinned elbows and knees (but I didn't because I'm tough) I however was the whimp who could hardly walk anywhere for the next week. Too bad I didn't have a stud to carry me around. (he offered later but by then I had made a full recovery)

Driving to California

Ashlee went home to Camarillo, California for summer. We couldn't stand being alone any longer, so we went and got her. We left at 4:30 in the morning...I'm surprised we look this awake:


I learned a very valuable skill in Mesquite. It changed my life. I CAN PUMP GAS!!!! Sadly enough, I never learned how. (long story) Needless to say, I was pretty excited...


And I got kind of bored after 5 hours in the car, so I broke out the camera and started sneaking photos of people. This one I took through the hole between my headrest and the chair. It is one of my favorite shots of the day. I think its totally Sharla.


And I really wanted one of us in the car driving, but holding the camera out wasn't working too well. So I set up the timer and placed it on the dashboard...This is what we got (after 3 tries)


Let's just say a sugar rush kicked in...

stiff

This morning I woke up totally stiff, kinda scraped up, and definitely bruised.

Why?

Because I hauled 200 pounds across a field last night...
Yes, I am a stud.

Actually I was carrying a stud...

When I was stronger than he thought, he took matters into his own hands. He lunged forward, and we both went down. Hence the bruises and scrapes.

Then he carried me to the car. Not a simple piggy back.
NO
Rescuer/Prince Charming style

He pulled my arm over his neck, and gracefully lifted me...carried me the rest of the way to the car and placed me softly back on the ground.

It didn't even phase him...it was as though I were a small child

I guess I don't mind being stiff if that's what I get out of it. ;)

If That's not love....I don't know what is

SO...Katherine and I have been roommates too long. Its official. We are too comfortable with each other.

We were reheating pizza with one chicken artichoke piece left. But we both wanted it....so we split it.

No big deal

Me: I love Katherine. I just need a taste. She can have the half with more goodies. I love her more than my dislike for the crust on my piece.

Katherine: Oh, Melinda doesn't like super fluffy crust, I'll take that one.

Me: "I call the piece on the right."

"No, I'll take it"

If I grab it right when it comes out of the toaster oven she's stuck with the better one. mwahahah

I pull down the toaster door, and hear a sucking sound. I try to pick it up and out of no where this slobbery finger jabs into my piece.

Katherine: "Its mine now! ha!!!"

"Oh, not so fast!"
I snatched it out the oven, plopped it onto my plate and
spit
on it.

She then grabs it and licks the entire top.

She ate it.
The end

Picky Eater

Katherine is growing a garden. It is the pride of her life. At the moment, all it does is pop out tomatoes.

Problem: non of us like tomatoes

Well, I'm 20, that makes me a big kid. I can eat tomatoes. I've probably grown out of that phase.

So, I popped in half a cherry tomato.
Small. Tiny. Hardly anything there.

I don't even have to chew.

NOPE!! I hate this.
must spit it out.
now!!
no, be nice, chew it

At this point my face is all scruntched up, and my taste buds are screaming at me.

keep chewing, it will be over soon.
chew. chew. chew. chew....

its not going down!!!
I forced myself to swallow.

I'm not eating any more tomatoes any time soon.

But there wasn't any blood!

I am a reasonably responsible person, at least I thought so until this morning:

I was using a small exacto blade to cut pages out of a magazine. I saw something absolutely beautiful and set down my blade to admire it. This page was so great I wanted to show Katherine.

"Bring it over here so I can see it."

Oh, ok. Here.

LUNGE!!!

I went sprawling across the room with the magazine. After laying there for half a minute I realized I was on top of the blade.

I don't think I've been impaled...probably not, it would hurt more than this.

"Katherine, if I get up and there's blood spurting from my leg I want you to stick your hand in there and keep me alive."

She didn't need to. It barely broke skin.