Ihate when I don’t blog for a while, and then I don’t want to blog because I don’t want to have to do all the recap of everything since my last blog post, so then I continue to not blog until it’s been so long I can’t remember when or what I last blogged…
so now i’m blogging
I’m sitting in my bed at homehome in Virginia, in my old bed in the basement from when I lived at home; the bed with the dark navy sheets and two big pillows and the little pegs where it connects to an identical bedframe to combine into Voltron–I mean, a bunk bed. It’s a little short so if I lay completely straight my feet stick out a couple inches, but since I sleep curled up anyway, it doesn’t matter. It’s kind of cold in my room, and all I have is a sheet and a blanket (which admittedly portrays kittens and butterflies), but for whatever reason I have decided to not go get another or a thicker blanket. So I guess I’m not really complaining. Just observing.
Everyone is asleep, except my uncle chad and his girlfriend Kaleena, who have both come to VA from LA for Christmas. So I guess this is a serious girlfriend. Which is good, because Chad is turning 30 and he has yet to have much success when it comes to women. I’ve decided that Kaleena must be God’s Christmas gift to my grandparents, a sign that their youngest child will, in fact, get married one day. Kaleena and Chad are playing the Wii, which was my parent’s (I mean, Santa’s) Christmas gift to my three younger siblings (Chelsea and I are away at college and therefore wouldn’t have much time at the Wii, so we got printers instead).
Christmas was yesterday and it was a wonderful break. I got some gifts…
a Nevada hoodie (that’s where Chelsea goes to school, in Reno)
a BYU blanket
an iPod radio transmitter thing
8G memory card for my camera
Stardust (the movie)
Pirates of the Caribbean (the first–and best–one)
some card games
a book about financing (from the dog… allegedly)
iTunes gift card
$60 for clothes
another CD wallet (my current one is full)
so getting new things is always a pleasant experience, plus the extended family–Chad, Kaleena, and the grandparents who had no clue Chad was dating until they walked in our house–made it all homey and Christmassy. So I’ll call this year a success.
Oh, wait, I almost forgot one present: a 300 dollar speeding ticket I recieved on Monday as I was running late to work. 37 in a 25 zone… first time pulled over, first ticket ever… still, a little strong of a lesson in my opinion.
And then I got pulled again the next day. Scott, Elizabeth, Michelle, and I had gone to DC to see the Christmas Tree and walk around and such, then decided to go to Georgetown in search of a place that was open that sold Hot Chocolate. We were blaring Ozzy Osborne (Crazy Train) when we noticed the flashing red and blue lights behind us. So we turned down the music, then turned it off, then ejected the CD and hid it in the glove compartment. We had no clue why we were being pulled over. Elizabeth was siting in Abigail’s booster seat and started freaking out that it might be because of her: “I’ll pay for the ticket if it’s cuz of me, David. I’ll pay for it.” We were the second car in a very trafficky intersection, and we weren’t sure where to pull over, so I thought it would be best to pull over on the small street to the right.
Nope. It was a one-way street going the other direction. So I turned back onto the road at which point the cop car beeped its siren and a cross black woman came on the loud speaker telling me to stop the car. So I pulled behind the parellel-parked car directly in front of us and stopped.
I was freaking out. Both police officers came to the windows (Michelle was in the passenger seat, the window that the aforementioned angry black woman came to) and the officer at my window informed me that he was a member of the Georgetown Park Police and that I didn’t have my headlights on.
I gave him an “are you serious” look and glanced forward to the car we parked behind. No reflection. I looked down in the dark at the knob. So that’s the off switch… I forgot to mention that we were all in my mother’s mini-van.
I gave him my license and then Michelle and I began to dig through the glove box for the registration. It was jam-packed full of fast food napkins, old receipts, CD’s, miscellaneous papers, etc.
Nice Police Officer: “Is this your car…?”
Me: “uh… no, it’s my mom’s”
(finding a paper that looks like it might be registration and holding it up to the nice cop)
“Is this it…?”
Mad Black Woman: “Did you not hear us tell you to pull over???!”
Me: (still looking for registration) “Yeah, but I wasn’t sure where to pull over–”
MBW: “BEFORE the Intersection.”
Me: “oh. Sorry.”
Michelle: “oh, here’s the registration”
Luckily for me, the nice police officer decided to let us off with a warning. God bless him.
After that we decided to go back to Woodbridge. We stopped at Dunkin Donuts for Hot Chocolate and called Christina, wanting to kidnap her. She was at Target. I asked a few innocent-sounding questions to make sure she’d be there long enough for us to get across town and then said good-bye as if we weren’t about to come find her.
Then we drove to Target. We got there, found Christina’s father’s big blue van to make sure they were still there, then headed inside. We snuck around for a while, not sure where Christina and her father might be. Then we spotted them. Actually, we walked right into the middle of the big main aisle 50 feet away from Christina and froze. Luckily our targets were oblivious to us and walked the other direction. We followed. We followed them out of the store then across the parking lot to the big blue van. Christina and her father got in, started the car, and we ran up to the front passenger window, startling both inside (particularly Christina 🙂
She came out and said hellos and gave hugs and I asked a few innocent-sounding questions to figure out that they were going to Walmart next and said good-bye as though we weren’t about to follow them to Walmart.
But we did anyway. Michelle, Scott, Elizabeth and I had actually played hide-and-seek in Walmart two nights earlier, so we were well prepared. We followed them, lost them, found them again, etc. for a pretty long time. We kept calling Christina with Michelle’s phone (so she wouldn’t recognize the number) and Scott would say “where does Walmart keep the Baking Powder” and hang up. So she guessed that we were there somewhere. But still she didn’t see us, despite making eye-contact with Elizabeth twice. Then Christina and her father left with small purchases and we watched the big blue van drive away.
Then we called her, fessed up, stole her from her house, and went to Shoppers to buy Baking Powder (we actually did need some, Michelle’s father called her and asked her to pick it up). Then we had to take Michelle home, but Scott, Elizabeth, Christina, and I went to this iced over pond (the ice was like an inch thick!), tried to walk on it, failed, and then found a huge rock to throw into the ice from a cute little bridge. It was a big splash, and we ran like headless chickens for the mini-van.
It was a fun night.
Then there was Christmas Eve, and I was working (Skechers) so that all of the procrastinators could buy last minute presents (though, why shoes make a good present I don’t know). Then I went home, had dinner with my family, Chad, and Kaleena (g-parents weren’t due til the next day), and fell asleep, missing Muppet Christmas Carol and the ritual opening of one present each Christmas Eve Night before bed.
I had to be woken up the next day for Christmas Morning present opening. Skechers wears you out…
I worked again today, a long, torturous shift, full of stupid people and foreign people, and people who make a big mess that I have to clean up over and over again and put the shoes in the wrong place so I have to play the “where the hell did this come from” game and I was SOOO ready to leave.
then I decided to blog because it’s been a while. But… now I should sleep. work again tomorrow.