By the way, if you are not a family member, and want to learn a little bit about the rest of the Dickerson family (and after reading my blog, how could you not?!), I think you should read this post by my oldest brother Michael.
http://obstrepero.us/blosxom/blosxom.pl/journal/20070420.comments
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Sunday, June 03, 2007
Since I figure only my family reads this blog anyway, I can tell the next story.
If you look at the general population of college students, I would say 99% of them go to their first year of college and develop the #2 habit of swearing (second only to getting drunk). Then when they do go home, they have to curb their language and hope their parents don't hear the one thing they seemed to have learned at school -- the art of pulling as many swear words as possible into a single sentence, or sentence fragment. In the Dickerson household, it is not the children that leave for college and take up swearing, it is the parents who apparently have let their mouths take over now that the kids are gone. Case in point.
This afternoon I was sitting in the family room after my weekly Sunday nap, talking to my mom and looking out the window. The dog keeps scratching at the door, and periodically she looks up from her Crossword puzzle to tell the dog to shut up. This happens probably three times. And then on the fourth time, the dog scratches at the door and mom yells "Shut up you damn do---" quickly interrupted quietly by "oh, that did not just come out of my mouth" (or something along those lines).
Me: (after containing my laughter) Forget your kids are home?
Mom: Maybe...
If you look at the general population of college students, I would say 99% of them go to their first year of college and develop the #2 habit of swearing (second only to getting drunk). Then when they do go home, they have to curb their language and hope their parents don't hear the one thing they seemed to have learned at school -- the art of pulling as many swear words as possible into a single sentence, or sentence fragment. In the Dickerson household, it is not the children that leave for college and take up swearing, it is the parents who apparently have let their mouths take over now that the kids are gone. Case in point.
This afternoon I was sitting in the family room after my weekly Sunday nap, talking to my mom and looking out the window. The dog keeps scratching at the door, and periodically she looks up from her Crossword puzzle to tell the dog to shut up. This happens probably three times. And then on the fourth time, the dog scratches at the door and mom yells "Shut up you damn do---" quickly interrupted quietly by "oh, that did not just come out of my mouth" (or something along those lines).
Me: (after containing my laughter) Forget your kids are home?
Mom: Maybe...
Saturday, May 26, 2007
So in addition to my job at D---'s, I have a job at Subway. I enjoy working at Subway because there's generally no customer complaining because they watch you make their food right in front of them. "And oil and vinegar. More vinegar. Uhm... can I have just a little more vinegar?"
The most entertaining days we have are when we amuse ourselves and mess with the customers. The other day the owner worked next to me during lunch (we make a kind of assembly line) and sang all of the vegetables as he put them on each sandwich. It's a fun Subway to come to, let me tell you.
But anyways. The other day I had to work the cash register. There's practically no one in the store, and this little old lady shuffles in and makes her way to the register. Mind you, you're supposed to begin ordering your sandwich at the other end of the counter where the sign hanging above it reads "place order here." People seem to miss the sign a lot. And by people, I mean mostly little old ladies. So she comes up holding a card, and tells me she wants two foot long sandwiches and she wants to get one free. Well don't we all want to get free food. So she shows me the card, which is just a business card that tells what our special is for the day. Subway has a special every day where the 6" version of that day's sandwich is only $2.99 -- $3.17 with tax. Every day is a different sandwich. So I tell her that she doesn't really have a coupon, she just has an ad that tells what today's special is. And she insists that she wants two foot long sandwiches and she wants one free. So I tell her again that what she keeps trying to show me is not a coupon, but an ad. She keeps telling me, like I'M the one that's not understanding, that she wants TWO foot long sandwiches, and with the card, she gets one free! I realized that at this point I had just stopped and stared at her because I couldn't believe we were still having this conversation. So the kid I work with comes over, noticing that I'm about finished trying to get through to this customer, and asks what's up. She explains to him the foot long deal, and he takes her down to the other end of the counter and serves up the sandwiches. He tells her they aren't $2.99 and she won't get one free. She orders anyway. He makes her sandwiches exactly as she would like, he wraps them up, passes them down to me, and I present them to her at the cash register. I ring up the two foot long sandwiches and it comes to something like $13. Which she pays. Phew, she's finally leaving. I give her her change, and then I realize she's not leaving.
She says " I was supposed to get one of those free."
"No -- because you didn't have a coupon."
"Well my husband came in and ordered two foot long sandwiches and he got one free!"
"He must have had a coupon."
"Yes -- he had this!" (proceeds to show me the special-of-the-day card)
"No, that's not a coupon."
"Oh... So did I get today's special?"
"No, because you didn't order that sandwich, and you ordered foot long sandwiches."
"Well what is the special?"
"It's only good for a 6" sandwich."
"Aren't foot longs just 2 6" sandwiches?"
"Yes."
"So why didn't I get the special?!"
"Because it was cheaper to charge you for one foot long sandwich instead of 2 6" specials." (BESIDES THE FACT THAT YOU DIDN'T EVEN ORDER THE RIGHT SANDWICH TO GET TODAY'S SPECIAL!)
This is the point where she looks at me like I'm stupid, makes the old lady face that says -- kids these days -- and waves her hand at me in the old lady way that says -- you're not making any sense and I'm done trying to get through to you. And walks out the door.
I stifle a laugh as I look up at the mid-twenties aged guys who were standing in line behind her watching this whole conversation play out, who are also trying not to laugh, and say "Hi! What kind of sandwich are you having today?"
The most entertaining days we have are when we amuse ourselves and mess with the customers. The other day the owner worked next to me during lunch (we make a kind of assembly line) and sang all of the vegetables as he put them on each sandwich. It's a fun Subway to come to, let me tell you.
But anyways. The other day I had to work the cash register. There's practically no one in the store, and this little old lady shuffles in and makes her way to the register. Mind you, you're supposed to begin ordering your sandwich at the other end of the counter where the sign hanging above it reads "place order here." People seem to miss the sign a lot. And by people, I mean mostly little old ladies. So she comes up holding a card, and tells me she wants two foot long sandwiches and she wants to get one free. Well don't we all want to get free food. So she shows me the card, which is just a business card that tells what our special is for the day. Subway has a special every day where the 6" version of that day's sandwich is only $2.99 -- $3.17 with tax. Every day is a different sandwich. So I tell her that she doesn't really have a coupon, she just has an ad that tells what today's special is. And she insists that she wants two foot long sandwiches and she wants one free. So I tell her again that what she keeps trying to show me is not a coupon, but an ad. She keeps telling me, like I'M the one that's not understanding, that she wants TWO foot long sandwiches, and with the card, she gets one free! I realized that at this point I had just stopped and stared at her because I couldn't believe we were still having this conversation. So the kid I work with comes over, noticing that I'm about finished trying to get through to this customer, and asks what's up. She explains to him the foot long deal, and he takes her down to the other end of the counter and serves up the sandwiches. He tells her they aren't $2.99 and she won't get one free. She orders anyway. He makes her sandwiches exactly as she would like, he wraps them up, passes them down to me, and I present them to her at the cash register. I ring up the two foot long sandwiches and it comes to something like $13. Which she pays. Phew, she's finally leaving. I give her her change, and then I realize she's not leaving.
She says " I was supposed to get one of those free."
"No -- because you didn't have a coupon."
"Well my husband came in and ordered two foot long sandwiches and he got one free!"
"He must have had a coupon."
"Yes -- he had this!" (proceeds to show me the special-of-the-day card)
"No, that's not a coupon."
"Oh... So did I get today's special?"
"No, because you didn't order that sandwich, and you ordered foot long sandwiches."
"Well what is the special?"
"It's only good for a 6" sandwich."
"Aren't foot longs just 2 6" sandwiches?"
"Yes."
"So why didn't I get the special?!"
"Because it was cheaper to charge you for one foot long sandwich instead of 2 6" specials." (BESIDES THE FACT THAT YOU DIDN'T EVEN ORDER THE RIGHT SANDWICH TO GET TODAY'S SPECIAL!)
This is the point where she looks at me like I'm stupid, makes the old lady face that says -- kids these days -- and waves her hand at me in the old lady way that says -- you're not making any sense and I'm done trying to get through to you. And walks out the door.
I stifle a laugh as I look up at the mid-twenties aged guys who were standing in line behind her watching this whole conversation play out, who are also trying not to laugh, and say "Hi! What kind of sandwich are you having today?"
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
For the safety of my job, I have decided to take the full name of the restaurant out of these blogs.
If D---'s ever reads this, I'm sure someone will get fired over the next little story I have to tell you.
At work yesterday, the dishwasher didn't show up. He's a kid about my age, tall, skinny as heck, and he looks about 16. He shuffles around quietly doing his job. Since he wasn't there, the manager on shift called one of the other dishwashers and had him come in for a while. He's probably mid 30s, big guy, football player type. He came to the restaurant and hung around for a while because just after he got there, the dishwasher kid showed up. But anyways. So he walks back into the kitchen and talks to everyone because he's been working there forever, and apparently everyone knows him. I mind my business by the register for a while and I seat a table for one of the servers who is nowhere to be found. So I go searching for her through the kitchen and the back of the restaurant by the back door and the manager's office. I round the corner and there sits the called-in dishwasher, half naked in the middle of the little space back there by the ice machine. He's got his shirt off, his lovely beer belly hanging out, and one of the cooks is buzzing his head. Yes. The cook was giving the dishwasher a hair cut in the back of the kitchen. It wasn't right where they cook the food, but it was within 5 feet of food prep areas and stored food. I didn't say anything, but I had to think that this couldn't be within D----'s food prep regulations. Doesn't it make you feel good to know that your food was made right after the cook buzzed some guy's head?
"You found a hair in your food? You should've seen the guy at the next table over! His pancake was furry!"
So -- if anyone needs a haircut -- apparently the swing shift cook at D----'s is giving them for free in the back room. Walk-ins welcome.
If D---'s ever reads this, I'm sure someone will get fired over the next little story I have to tell you.
At work yesterday, the dishwasher didn't show up. He's a kid about my age, tall, skinny as heck, and he looks about 16. He shuffles around quietly doing his job. Since he wasn't there, the manager on shift called one of the other dishwashers and had him come in for a while. He's probably mid 30s, big guy, football player type. He came to the restaurant and hung around for a while because just after he got there, the dishwasher kid showed up. But anyways. So he walks back into the kitchen and talks to everyone because he's been working there forever, and apparently everyone knows him. I mind my business by the register for a while and I seat a table for one of the servers who is nowhere to be found. So I go searching for her through the kitchen and the back of the restaurant by the back door and the manager's office. I round the corner and there sits the called-in dishwasher, half naked in the middle of the little space back there by the ice machine. He's got his shirt off, his lovely beer belly hanging out, and one of the cooks is buzzing his head. Yes. The cook was giving the dishwasher a hair cut in the back of the kitchen. It wasn't right where they cook the food, but it was within 5 feet of food prep areas and stored food. I didn't say anything, but I had to think that this couldn't be within D----'s food prep regulations. Doesn't it make you feel good to know that your food was made right after the cook buzzed some guy's head?
"You found a hair in your food? You should've seen the guy at the next table over! His pancake was furry!"
So -- if anyone needs a haircut -- apparently the swing shift cook at D----'s is giving them for free in the back room. Walk-ins welcome.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Hello everyone!
Michael's blog mention of me has increased my profile views by nearly 20%. I am now up to a shattering 44 views. I know. I'm practically famous. I always tell my mom that she has to keep all the old wallpaper patterns after she rips them down so that someday the house can be returned to the way it looked when Megan Dickerson lived here. Velvet rope and all. People will wonder "ooh! I wonder what's behind that door!" Which will be stairs to the basement which will still be chock-full of all the crap it houses now, probably with a few new additions. "And this is the computer Megan began her career on with a blog..." A resounding "oooh" from the tour group.
So I've been working at D---'s and I come home with stories about work pretty much every day. My dad says I should write them down and publish it someday. I don't think they're that interesting, but they are somewhat entertaining. The story that prompted this publishing comment is from yesterday morning. I worked a double at Denny's yesterday hostessing. One of the other hostesses wanted the day off, so she needed me to cover for her. Stupid me, I thought it sounded like a good idea -- make some more money, ya know, proceed on the path to becoming rich and famous. I always think of my job at D----'s as the job I'll talk about on Jay Leno when he asks me what crappy jobs I had growing up before I started making tons of money.
But anyways. My story. It was a busy morning at D----'s -- well, for me, compared to swing shift (5-9pm) when I usually work. I was supposed to have another girl hostessing with me, but she had to serve (no, not time, though that's not too far-fetched) at the last minute because it got busy. So I finally get a minute to breathe, probably around 1:00pm. And I'm standing up at the front of the restaurant by the register just minding my business, and this man comes up and asks if I have a rag or something. And I interrupt him "oh of course!" and grab a rag and walk over to his table to see a lovely display of child vomit all over the table, the booth and the culprit himself. How one child can make that big of a mess, is beyond me. Maybe I should ask Mollie -- she has a babysitting horror story that tops all. And that one time when I was probably 8 or so when a girl from church slept over and then threw up popcorn and chocolate pudding ALL over the bathroom in the middle of the night. But once again -- someone else, namely my mom, cleaned that up, not me. In my defense, I'm not a complete wuss! I've changed nasty diapers that have been worn so long there's literal crap oozing onto the kid's back and down his legs. I've cleaned up dog throw up. But man, this was something else. I was so unprepared. Maybe it was because I round the corner all innocent Denny's employee, rag in hand, ready to be the helpful hostess they hired me to be, to come to their rescue to clean up the spilled soda or whatever it is, only to be hit with the undeniable stench of child vomit. *shudder* It was the kind of smell that your nose finds so offensive it can't help but try to find somewhere to hide. And I stand there for a second, stunned. The little kid is standing on the booth looking up at his dad who is standing right next to me. The mom is standing there lying to herself, the kid, and everyone around, telling him "honey! it's okay! don't worry!", I'm assuming to try to avoid a full out temper tantrum. Probably because if he started crying and screaming, she wasn't going to touch him to calm him down or drag him out of the restaurant. So I put the rag on the booth and start to slide it around to clean up the mess. My mistake. I disturbed it. I made it angry. And I try to smile at the customers so they don't feel so bad, and they don't hate Denny's, when really I'm thinking "exactly how many pancakes were in this kid?!!!" immediately followed by "I hate my job, I hate my job, I hate my job." The father asks me for a bag. I go get him a plastic D----'s bag we put carry-out orders in. He puts the boy's soggy shirt in it, and I smile at the thought of a throw-up covered shirt as your carry-out order. Straight from D----'s to you. (A la Camelot Inn) And then I catch a whiff of it, and quickly seal my mouth shut again. I retreat back to my station at the front of the restaurant, leaving the server and the dishwasher (who came up with the brilliant idea that the guy who's in charge of producing clean dishes is also the man wiping bodily fluids off the floor?!) to clean it up. Later that day, a couple of girls come in, and the manager seats them at the throw up table which is, by now, all cleaned up. Although I have to wonder if they didn't think "what is that terrible smell?!" when they sat down. And as I clean the table next to them, I think... if only they knew.
Michael's blog mention of me has increased my profile views by nearly 20%. I am now up to a shattering 44 views. I know. I'm practically famous. I always tell my mom that she has to keep all the old wallpaper patterns after she rips them down so that someday the house can be returned to the way it looked when Megan Dickerson lived here. Velvet rope and all. People will wonder "ooh! I wonder what's behind that door!" Which will be stairs to the basement which will still be chock-full of all the crap it houses now, probably with a few new additions. "And this is the computer Megan began her career on with a blog..." A resounding "oooh" from the tour group.
So I've been working at D---'s and I come home with stories about work pretty much every day. My dad says I should write them down and publish it someday. I don't think they're that interesting, but they are somewhat entertaining. The story that prompted this publishing comment is from yesterday morning. I worked a double at Denny's yesterday hostessing. One of the other hostesses wanted the day off, so she needed me to cover for her. Stupid me, I thought it sounded like a good idea -- make some more money, ya know, proceed on the path to becoming rich and famous. I always think of my job at D----'s as the job I'll talk about on Jay Leno when he asks me what crappy jobs I had growing up before I started making tons of money.
But anyways. My story. It was a busy morning at D----'s -- well, for me, compared to swing shift (5-9pm) when I usually work. I was supposed to have another girl hostessing with me, but she had to serve (no, not time, though that's not too far-fetched) at the last minute because it got busy. So I finally get a minute to breathe, probably around 1:00pm. And I'm standing up at the front of the restaurant by the register just minding my business, and this man comes up and asks if I have a rag or something. And I interrupt him "oh of course!" and grab a rag and walk over to his table to see a lovely display of child vomit all over the table, the booth and the culprit himself. How one child can make that big of a mess, is beyond me. Maybe I should ask Mollie -- she has a babysitting horror story that tops all. And that one time when I was probably 8 or so when a girl from church slept over and then threw up popcorn and chocolate pudding ALL over the bathroom in the middle of the night. But once again -- someone else, namely my mom, cleaned that up, not me. In my defense, I'm not a complete wuss! I've changed nasty diapers that have been worn so long there's literal crap oozing onto the kid's back and down his legs. I've cleaned up dog throw up. But man, this was something else. I was so unprepared. Maybe it was because I round the corner all innocent Denny's employee, rag in hand, ready to be the helpful hostess they hired me to be, to come to their rescue to clean up the spilled soda or whatever it is, only to be hit with the undeniable stench of child vomit. *shudder* It was the kind of smell that your nose finds so offensive it can't help but try to find somewhere to hide. And I stand there for a second, stunned. The little kid is standing on the booth looking up at his dad who is standing right next to me. The mom is standing there lying to herself, the kid, and everyone around, telling him "honey! it's okay! don't worry!", I'm assuming to try to avoid a full out temper tantrum. Probably because if he started crying and screaming, she wasn't going to touch him to calm him down or drag him out of the restaurant. So I put the rag on the booth and start to slide it around to clean up the mess. My mistake. I disturbed it. I made it angry. And I try to smile at the customers so they don't feel so bad, and they don't hate Denny's, when really I'm thinking "exactly how many pancakes were in this kid?!!!" immediately followed by "I hate my job, I hate my job, I hate my job." The father asks me for a bag. I go get him a plastic D----'s bag we put carry-out orders in. He puts the boy's soggy shirt in it, and I smile at the thought of a throw-up covered shirt as your carry-out order. Straight from D----'s to you. (A la Camelot Inn) And then I catch a whiff of it, and quickly seal my mouth shut again. I retreat back to my station at the front of the restaurant, leaving the server and the dishwasher (who came up with the brilliant idea that the guy who's in charge of producing clean dishes is also the man wiping bodily fluids off the floor?!) to clean it up. Later that day, a couple of girls come in, and the manager seats them at the throw up table which is, by now, all cleaned up. Although I have to wonder if they didn't think "what is that terrible smell?!" when they sat down. And as I clean the table next to them, I think... if only they knew.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Okay, I was just kidding about the scurvy thing. But don't think for a minute that I won't be able to fit my entire fist in my mouth by the end of the summer...
So I've been working at Denny's... it's been fine. Nothing spectacular. Somehow I got really lame hours, so I'm only scheduled for 12 hours a week.
Uhm... other than that, it's been really nice here. 70s and 80s. I love nice weather, but forget that the sun is my constant enemy, threatening to burn me tomato red if I'm out for more than 30 seconds without sunscreen.
Wow. I didn't have nearly as much to say as I thought I did.
Until the next time I'm so bored that I feel the need to post something new...
So I've been working at Denny's... it's been fine. Nothing spectacular. Somehow I got really lame hours, so I'm only scheduled for 12 hours a week.
Uhm... other than that, it's been really nice here. 70s and 80s. I love nice weather, but forget that the sun is my constant enemy, threatening to burn me tomato red if I'm out for more than 30 seconds without sunscreen.
Wow. I didn't have nearly as much to say as I thought I did.
Until the next time I'm so bored that I feel the need to post something new...
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
In 4 hours I will have been home for exactly one week.
It has been raining consistently for 3 or 4 days.
Boredom has set in.
Cinnamon toast crunch all gone
Rations of Cocoa Puffs running disturbingly low, but TV Dinner supply replenished.
... Scurvy still a concern.
This morning I attempted to fit my entire fist in my mouth, because I'm pretty convinced I can do it.
Failed attempt this morning.
Will try again tomorrow.
It has been raining consistently for 3 or 4 days.
Boredom has set in.
Cinnamon toast crunch all gone
Rations of Cocoa Puffs running disturbingly low, but TV Dinner supply replenished.
... Scurvy still a concern.
This morning I attempted to fit my entire fist in my mouth, because I'm pretty convinced I can do it.
Failed attempt this morning.
Will try again tomorrow.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Well my dear friends,
I am finally home to little Cromwell, CT. I left Rexburg on Friday, stayed in Provo for a couple of days and then got on a plane at 8:30pm yesterday to take me to Denver, CO. My connecting flight to Bradley International from Denver didn't leave until 11:55. So I left Denver at 11:55pm and arrived in Hartford at 5:10am. So you might think that my flight took about 5 hours. But you would be wrong. It really only took about 3. So what happened to that extra time you ask? Some attribute it to the rotation of the earth and time zones and other nonsense of the like, but really, there is only one explanation. I traveled into the future. Yes, that's right. I am an experienced time traveler. Don't you wish we were better friends?
Now my question is, what happens to the lost time? If you think about it, I lost 2 hours of my life. It is technically 4:00 pm, but my day began 2 hours earlier than it should have. One of the enigmas of the universe. If you did enough flying, I wonder if you could take years off your life. In that case, not only have I successfully traveled into the future, but I have unlocked the fountain of youth. It just so happens to be several miles above the earth in a 747.
By the way, I've realized it's the little things that I miss about Connecticut.
Shall I provide a list?
I think I shall.
-Knowing the roads well enough to go where you want to go
-Having access (even if it is limited) to a car to go where you want to go
-My dog curling up next to me on my bed
-The land of "wicked" "stop & shop" "CVS" and "Devil Dogs" -- I can once again use this lost half of my vocabulary without people looking at me funny and then asking -- "where are you from?"
-The birds chirping in the tree outside my bedroom window. I realized this morning that it's not that there aren't birds in Rexburg, it's that my bedroom overlooked a parking lot, where birds don't seem to like to hang out in the mornings.
-My bay window. I have three windows in my own room. Yes, count 'em, three.
-Multiple rooms, multiple floors. I believe this is a repeat from Christmas break.
-Having a TV in my room.
-Not having cable so that at any given moment I know what's showing on each of the 8 channels that come in.
-Hardwood floors and area rugs.
-My grand piano.
-A yard. It seems so big.
-Not worrying about making the downstairs neighbors mad by jumping around or pounding on the floor, if I so desire. And I do.
-Not having to walk to Broulim's to buy my own groceries and then carry them home.
-The newspaper.
-A clean bathroom. Oh wait. No. Evan's got ours looking pretty icky.
-A clean downstairs bathroom.
-Having more than one bathroom.
These are just a few of the things I thought of.
Course, give me a month, and I'll be writing a list of everything I miss about Rexburg.
In other news, I am happy to report, that in my first day home, I have gotten myself a job. I am very proud.
I will be a hostess at Denny's for the summer, with the possibility of working up to a server. Exciting.
I have orientation this afternoon and then I start on Friday.
Very exciting for me.
That is all.
I want to eat before my orientation.
Until again.
I am finally home to little Cromwell, CT. I left Rexburg on Friday, stayed in Provo for a couple of days and then got on a plane at 8:30pm yesterday to take me to Denver, CO. My connecting flight to Bradley International from Denver didn't leave until 11:55. So I left Denver at 11:55pm and arrived in Hartford at 5:10am. So you might think that my flight took about 5 hours. But you would be wrong. It really only took about 3. So what happened to that extra time you ask? Some attribute it to the rotation of the earth and time zones and other nonsense of the like, but really, there is only one explanation. I traveled into the future. Yes, that's right. I am an experienced time traveler. Don't you wish we were better friends?
Now my question is, what happens to the lost time? If you think about it, I lost 2 hours of my life. It is technically 4:00 pm, but my day began 2 hours earlier than it should have. One of the enigmas of the universe. If you did enough flying, I wonder if you could take years off your life. In that case, not only have I successfully traveled into the future, but I have unlocked the fountain of youth. It just so happens to be several miles above the earth in a 747.
By the way, I've realized it's the little things that I miss about Connecticut.
Shall I provide a list?
I think I shall.
-Knowing the roads well enough to go where you want to go
-Having access (even if it is limited) to a car to go where you want to go
-My dog curling up next to me on my bed
-The land of "wicked" "stop & shop" "CVS" and "Devil Dogs" -- I can once again use this lost half of my vocabulary without people looking at me funny and then asking -- "where are you from?"
-The birds chirping in the tree outside my bedroom window. I realized this morning that it's not that there aren't birds in Rexburg, it's that my bedroom overlooked a parking lot, where birds don't seem to like to hang out in the mornings.
-My bay window. I have three windows in my own room. Yes, count 'em, three.
-Multiple rooms, multiple floors. I believe this is a repeat from Christmas break.
-Having a TV in my room.
-Not having cable so that at any given moment I know what's showing on each of the 8 channels that come in.
-Hardwood floors and area rugs.
-My grand piano.
-A yard. It seems so big.
-Not worrying about making the downstairs neighbors mad by jumping around or pounding on the floor, if I so desire. And I do.
-Not having to walk to Broulim's to buy my own groceries and then carry them home.
-The newspaper.
-A clean bathroom. Oh wait. No. Evan's got ours looking pretty icky.
-A clean downstairs bathroom.
-Having more than one bathroom.
These are just a few of the things I thought of.
Course, give me a month, and I'll be writing a list of everything I miss about Rexburg.
In other news, I am happy to report, that in my first day home, I have gotten myself a job. I am very proud.
I will be a hostess at Denny's for the summer, with the possibility of working up to a server. Exciting.
I have orientation this afternoon and then I start on Friday.
Very exciting for me.
That is all.
I want to eat before my orientation.
Until again.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Let me tell you a story.
First of all, Friday night we had a bridal shower for my roommate Heather. She is getting married on April 7th and we're all very excited for her. We had a little party, just us roommates. We dressed up in pink and black to match the theme colors, and did crazy hair and makeup just for fun. We ate lots of food and played a game, and watched Heather open presents. And then we went to Hollywood as dressed up as we were and rented a movie which we were too tired to watch. We pulled three of our mattresses into the living room and had a little slumber party. Quality roommate bonding for the first time ever. It was really fun.
In the car on the way to Hollywood. Me Kayla Kimberly.
Saturday we had an amazing day and it got up to probably about 60 degrees. My roommate Dawn has two bikes that she just got out of storage so after a morning of trying to fix the bikes, we went for a bike ride at about 2:00. I met my friend Mike for a date at 3:30. That night Kayla and Brittany were taking a trip to Bear Gulch, as they so lovingly call it. So Kimberly and I, not wanting to be wusses, and looking for a genuinely good time, decided to go with them.
We left at about 8:30 after takeout dinner from Bajio. We drove about 45 minutes to get out to this remote park. This is where the story really begins.
So it's completely dark -- all we have is our cell phones for light, which by the way didn't get service. The road up was windy and dark, so it was a little creepy already. The snow hadn't melted yet, though we thought it would have because of the nice weather. Oh altitude. We linked arms and stepped over the curve to go down the embankment that went to a path through a big tunnel/pipe underneath the road, that would supposedly take us to bear gulch. I take one step over the curb and sink in up to my knee. We all laugh, and I climb out, take two more steps and sink in up to my thigh. Kayla comes back for me to try to pull me out, but she sinks in too. I thought I was really stuck, but after a few minutes, I wiggled my way out.
Me stuck in the snow.
I decide to walk on the packed down snow (duh), and we make it down to the opening of the tunnel. The tunnel is this huge metal pipe, tall enough for us to stand in and just as wide. We can see what we only assume to be snow on the other side because it is a lighter black than everything around it. We're standing on the edge of the tunnel with our cell phones out trying to see what's inside before we go through it.
Brittany: Did you hear that?
Kayla: Yes.
Megan: What did you say?
Brittany: There's something in there!
Brittany and Kayla: OHMYGOSH THERE'S SOMETHING IN THERE! -- take off running and screaming back up the bank to the car.
I turn around and run up the side of the tunnel along the brick wall that supports the road. I figure if I'm on the side of the tunnel, I have the wall to grab on to for balance. Not even 10 seconds later we all stop, realizing there really isn't anything in there. At least nothing that would want to chase or eat us. I look around to see that Kimberly is not behind me as I had thought, but about 10 feet away with Brittany and Kayla. In turning around to run, Kayla had sunk in to the snow, Brittany had toppled over her and Kimberly had bumped in to them both. I was off to the side by myself. We laughed a little bit, but wasted no time booking it back to the car and getting in and locking the doors. Once we realized we were relatively safe, we all laugh at how funny that must've looked and how scared we got.
Brittany: Guys, I really thought I was going to die!
Kayla: What did you guys first think when we said there was something in there?
Kimberly and Megan: Bear! "Bear" Gulch!
Kayla: Oh. I'm kind of embarassed to say what I thought.
Brittany: Me too.
Kayla and Brittany look at each other: We thought Sasquatch.
Me stuck in the snow again. Horrible picture.
It is a few minutes before everyone realizes that I had run off away from them. I'd like to think that it was so that if there was a bear, I could gain higher ground and possibly a weapon while it attacked my roommates, and then I could beat it off and save us all. Or if it was Sasquatch I could woo him with my womanly wiles and persuade him not to kill or eat any of my roommates. But no. And I tell myself that I ran up along the side (30 degree angle to the opening of the tunnel) for stability, and hopefully a faster getaway. And that was part of it. It really was. But seriously, I ran off to the side because I figured whatever was in the tunnel would go for whatever was in it's direct line of sight, which was NOT going to be me. And when I think back on it, it was a triple decker of my roommates. So basically I cowardly ran off to save myself and left my roommates to be eaten by a bear or carried away by Sasquatch. But I tried to explain that in doing so, I hit my wrist against the brick wall and got the worst injury out of all of us (They scraped up their hands when they fell onto the icy snow) and that should make them feel a little better.
So the next night over dinner, Dawn redeems me... well sort of.
Dawn: You know what Kimberly and I realized?
Me: No, what?
Dawn: You thought you were saving yourself, but really, it would've gone after you first.
Me: Why?
Dawn: Haven't you ever seen the Discovery Channel? When something attacks another animal, it always picks the sickly or slow ones in the herd -- the one off by itself.
Me: It's true! So really, I was sacrificing myself to save you guys! I was drawing it away from you! I'm a HERO!
Dawn: No, you're still a coward.
Kayla stuck in the snow trying to pull me out.
So in the past weekend I realized that when I think I'm going to die, I make sure to save myself first. See? You never know until you actually think you're in mortal danger. I bet you would do the same thing, so don't even judge me.
First of all, Friday night we had a bridal shower for my roommate Heather. She is getting married on April 7th and we're all very excited for her. We had a little party, just us roommates. We dressed up in pink and black to match the theme colors, and did crazy hair and makeup just for fun. We ate lots of food and played a game, and watched Heather open presents. And then we went to Hollywood as dressed up as we were and rented a movie which we were too tired to watch. We pulled three of our mattresses into the living room and had a little slumber party. Quality roommate bonding for the first time ever. It was really fun.
In the car on the way to Hollywood. Me Kayla Kimberly.Saturday we had an amazing day and it got up to probably about 60 degrees. My roommate Dawn has two bikes that she just got out of storage so after a morning of trying to fix the bikes, we went for a bike ride at about 2:00. I met my friend Mike for a date at 3:30. That night Kayla and Brittany were taking a trip to Bear Gulch, as they so lovingly call it. So Kimberly and I, not wanting to be wusses, and looking for a genuinely good time, decided to go with them.
We left at about 8:30 after takeout dinner from Bajio. We drove about 45 minutes to get out to this remote park. This is where the story really begins.
So it's completely dark -- all we have is our cell phones for light, which by the way didn't get service. The road up was windy and dark, so it was a little creepy already. The snow hadn't melted yet, though we thought it would have because of the nice weather. Oh altitude. We linked arms and stepped over the curve to go down the embankment that went to a path through a big tunnel/pipe underneath the road, that would supposedly take us to bear gulch. I take one step over the curb and sink in up to my knee. We all laugh, and I climb out, take two more steps and sink in up to my thigh. Kayla comes back for me to try to pull me out, but she sinks in too. I thought I was really stuck, but after a few minutes, I wiggled my way out.
Me stuck in the snow. I decide to walk on the packed down snow (duh), and we make it down to the opening of the tunnel. The tunnel is this huge metal pipe, tall enough for us to stand in and just as wide. We can see what we only assume to be snow on the other side because it is a lighter black than everything around it. We're standing on the edge of the tunnel with our cell phones out trying to see what's inside before we go through it.
Brittany: Did you hear that?
Kayla: Yes.
Megan: What did you say?
Brittany: There's something in there!
Brittany and Kayla: OHMYGOSH THERE'S SOMETHING IN THERE! -- take off running and screaming back up the bank to the car.
I turn around and run up the side of the tunnel along the brick wall that supports the road. I figure if I'm on the side of the tunnel, I have the wall to grab on to for balance. Not even 10 seconds later we all stop, realizing there really isn't anything in there. At least nothing that would want to chase or eat us. I look around to see that Kimberly is not behind me as I had thought, but about 10 feet away with Brittany and Kayla. In turning around to run, Kayla had sunk in to the snow, Brittany had toppled over her and Kimberly had bumped in to them both. I was off to the side by myself. We laughed a little bit, but wasted no time booking it back to the car and getting in and locking the doors. Once we realized we were relatively safe, we all laugh at how funny that must've looked and how scared we got.
Brittany: Guys, I really thought I was going to die!
Kayla: What did you guys first think when we said there was something in there?
Kimberly and Megan: Bear! "Bear" Gulch!
Kayla: Oh. I'm kind of embarassed to say what I thought.
Brittany: Me too.
Kayla and Brittany look at each other: We thought Sasquatch.
Me stuck in the snow again. Horrible picture. It is a few minutes before everyone realizes that I had run off away from them. I'd like to think that it was so that if there was a bear, I could gain higher ground and possibly a weapon while it attacked my roommates, and then I could beat it off and save us all. Or if it was Sasquatch I could woo him with my womanly wiles and persuade him not to kill or eat any of my roommates. But no. And I tell myself that I ran up along the side (30 degree angle to the opening of the tunnel) for stability, and hopefully a faster getaway. And that was part of it. It really was. But seriously, I ran off to the side because I figured whatever was in the tunnel would go for whatever was in it's direct line of sight, which was NOT going to be me. And when I think back on it, it was a triple decker of my roommates. So basically I cowardly ran off to save myself and left my roommates to be eaten by a bear or carried away by Sasquatch. But I tried to explain that in doing so, I hit my wrist against the brick wall and got the worst injury out of all of us (They scraped up their hands when they fell onto the icy snow) and that should make them feel a little better.
So the next night over dinner, Dawn redeems me... well sort of.
Dawn: You know what Kimberly and I realized?
Me: No, what?
Dawn: You thought you were saving yourself, but really, it would've gone after you first.
Me: Why?
Dawn: Haven't you ever seen the Discovery Channel? When something attacks another animal, it always picks the sickly or slow ones in the herd -- the one off by itself.
Me: It's true! So really, I was sacrificing myself to save you guys! I was drawing it away from you! I'm a HERO!
Dawn: No, you're still a coward.
Kayla stuck in the snow trying to pull me out.So in the past weekend I realized that when I think I'm going to die, I make sure to save myself first. See? You never know until you actually think you're in mortal danger. I bet you would do the same thing, so don't even judge me.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
This story is definitely blog-worthy. Although it is almost a week later that I finally realize my faithful blog readers (of which there are none) have been deprived of this amazing story.
So first of all -- I lied in my last blog. I wrote that I wouldn't be doing anything special for the three-day weekend. I lied because what I WAS doing was a surprise. Saturday morning my friend Chad (see previous entries for more information) picked me up and we began our (somewhat) impromptu day trip to Provo. After a gas pit stop (which felt VERY strangely like being on a family vacation ... but no snack money... ) we left Rexburg at about 10 or 10:30. We got to Provo about 2, and Chad drove me to Mollie's dorm to surprise her. And I did. It was great. We ate lunch at the Creamery and then tried to go bowling but the wait was an hour long. So Erin Bryce and Will met me at Mollie's dorm. Mollie left for her date (lah dee dah) at about 6:00 so Erin took me back to her house. I played with Will for a while. We think he thought I was Mollie or Erin, but what do I care if it means he doesn't scream and bawl when I try to pick him up. We watched "About a Boy" at Erin's and then Chad called and picked me up around 9:40. After a pit stop at the Provo Wal-Mart, we were back on the road about 10:00. Chad drove until midnight, at which point he pulled over and we switched. I pulled out onto the interstate to find that Chad's car had no high beams, so I'm driving along at 70, 75 sometimes up to 85 mph with these dinky headlights, hoping that the road doesn't take a sharp turn, or something doesn't jump in front of me, because I won't be able to see it in time to stop. I drive for about an hour and a half or so, all the time noticing that the headlights keep dimming -- but they'd come back, so I ignored it. And then about 1:30am as I'm driving down this remote stretch of Idaho Interstate (yes, it pretty much is all "remote") when suddenly it's very dark -- the car completely dies on me. And the really freaky part was that as it did so, the windshield wipers flipped on and skidded their way across the windshield once before dying also. And after staring at the road for so long, their in-my-face surprise scared me to death. I reached over and woke up Chad and told him I had no lights. (Mind you, this all happens in like 2 seconds) I pull over, but really can't see anything, and ended up half in the shoulder, half on the highway. The engine is smoking so we get out only to hear dogs somewhere nearby barking up a storm. And when you're out on this quiet interstate in the middle of nowhere, freezing cold, with no moonlight, nobody around, and you hear dogs barking, it's a little freaky. (After looking around, we notice there's a farm on the other side of the highway and the dogs are fenced in.) So Chad gets out and pops the hood to find the battery literally sizzling. Hm. Now we know what that funky smell was the whole way down and back up. After locking the car and beginning to walk towards the nearest exit (which we later find out is 3 miles away) I remember I'm a AAA member! We go back to the car and I call my parents (where it's 3:30 am and I've scared them half to death by calling so late) to get the AAA number, because, me being the responsible, intelligent person that I am, didn't have the membership card with me. I call AAA and try to explain to them where we are ("uh... 15 minutes outside of Pocatello?") which is when I wished I had paid more attention to the signs I had been driving by. They promised they'd have someone out to me within 1/2 hour because they had a towing company in Blackfoot -- which was assumed to be near where we were. About an hour goes by, and still no tow truck. And I'm freezing, scared that somebody's going to come barreling down the interstate, not see us, and bash into the car. And then Chad says he thought he saw a silhouette approaching our car in the headlights of a passing car -- so we watch for another car to pass, and he claims it was nothing. Yeah, good idea -- let's just begin our horror movie. Not only am I cold and shaken up from the car dying in my hands, but now I'm afraid there's an ax-murderer at my window. Oh but it gets better. So since we've been waiting for a while now, Chad decides he better get out and run up to the sign we can see a little ways off, and see what it says. He leaves me! In the car! Alone! With the ax-murderer and the dogs! You better believe I locked the doors... He was gone for a few minutes, which seemed like an hour, especially since I couldn't see him at all... when the tow truck driver calls me to get an update on our location, which, conveniently, Chad has just determined from the sign is 3 miles south of Blackfoot. Chad gets back to the car and the tow truck arrives within 10 minutes and we are rescued. By this time it is about 3:15. We broke down at approximately 1:35. I am cold, exhausted physically and emotionally, and ready to crash. Well, maybe I shouldn't use that term in the context of this car story. But anyways. They hook up the car, and I climb into the warmth of the tow truck's cab. We got towed back to Rexburg because, being the AAA Premium Plus member that I am, I can get towed anywhere within 100 miles of where I am, and we were only 55 miles from Rexburg. I don't really remember the ride back because I promptly fell asleep, leaving Chad to do the small talk. We got to Rexburg about 4:00, pushed the car into a parking place and finally slept before getting up at 7:30 for church at 9:00. It was an amazing night. When I talked to my mom about it later she said she had thought about cancelling mine and Mollie's AAA memberships since we weren't at home to do any driving. Then my dad told her she might want to keep it because they remembered the car Chad drives. (Which, he would want me to tell you, is not a bad car, but just doesn't look the greatest.) Now, there was no reason for them to think this since I hadn't told them I would be surprising Mollie (I know how surprises in this family work... or don't work, I should say -- unless it's Evan who's keeping the secret) nor would they have any reason to think that Chad would be driving me somewhere. So it was pretty much a miracle. :o)
And anyway -- what is a Dickerson road trip without the car breaking down? ...Glad to find that I'm carrying on the family legacy.
I am happy to report that Chad and I are both alive and well and carrying on with our normal lives here in Rexburg, Idaho. The 1989 Eagle Summit is not doing so hot, but has settled in quite nicely to it's parking place outside of Chad's apartment. There are plans to have it fixed soon though. Supposedly it's the alternator. ;o)
So first of all -- I lied in my last blog. I wrote that I wouldn't be doing anything special for the three-day weekend. I lied because what I WAS doing was a surprise. Saturday morning my friend Chad (see previous entries for more information) picked me up and we began our (somewhat) impromptu day trip to Provo. After a gas pit stop (which felt VERY strangely like being on a family vacation ... but no snack money... ) we left Rexburg at about 10 or 10:30. We got to Provo about 2, and Chad drove me to Mollie's dorm to surprise her. And I did. It was great. We ate lunch at the Creamery and then tried to go bowling but the wait was an hour long. So Erin Bryce and Will met me at Mollie's dorm. Mollie left for her date (lah dee dah) at about 6:00 so Erin took me back to her house. I played with Will for a while. We think he thought I was Mollie or Erin, but what do I care if it means he doesn't scream and bawl when I try to pick him up. We watched "About a Boy" at Erin's and then Chad called and picked me up around 9:40. After a pit stop at the Provo Wal-Mart, we were back on the road about 10:00. Chad drove until midnight, at which point he pulled over and we switched. I pulled out onto the interstate to find that Chad's car had no high beams, so I'm driving along at 70, 75 sometimes up to 85 mph with these dinky headlights, hoping that the road doesn't take a sharp turn, or something doesn't jump in front of me, because I won't be able to see it in time to stop. I drive for about an hour and a half or so, all the time noticing that the headlights keep dimming -- but they'd come back, so I ignored it. And then about 1:30am as I'm driving down this remote stretch of Idaho Interstate (yes, it pretty much is all "remote") when suddenly it's very dark -- the car completely dies on me. And the really freaky part was that as it did so, the windshield wipers flipped on and skidded their way across the windshield once before dying also. And after staring at the road for so long, their in-my-face surprise scared me to death. I reached over and woke up Chad and told him I had no lights. (Mind you, this all happens in like 2 seconds) I pull over, but really can't see anything, and ended up half in the shoulder, half on the highway. The engine is smoking so we get out only to hear dogs somewhere nearby barking up a storm. And when you're out on this quiet interstate in the middle of nowhere, freezing cold, with no moonlight, nobody around, and you hear dogs barking, it's a little freaky. (After looking around, we notice there's a farm on the other side of the highway and the dogs are fenced in.) So Chad gets out and pops the hood to find the battery literally sizzling. Hm. Now we know what that funky smell was the whole way down and back up. After locking the car and beginning to walk towards the nearest exit (which we later find out is 3 miles away) I remember I'm a AAA member! We go back to the car and I call my parents (where it's 3:30 am and I've scared them half to death by calling so late) to get the AAA number, because, me being the responsible, intelligent person that I am, didn't have the membership card with me. I call AAA and try to explain to them where we are ("uh... 15 minutes outside of Pocatello?") which is when I wished I had paid more attention to the signs I had been driving by. They promised they'd have someone out to me within 1/2 hour because they had a towing company in Blackfoot -- which was assumed to be near where we were. About an hour goes by, and still no tow truck. And I'm freezing, scared that somebody's going to come barreling down the interstate, not see us, and bash into the car. And then Chad says he thought he saw a silhouette approaching our car in the headlights of a passing car -- so we watch for another car to pass, and he claims it was nothing. Yeah, good idea -- let's just begin our horror movie. Not only am I cold and shaken up from the car dying in my hands, but now I'm afraid there's an ax-murderer at my window. Oh but it gets better. So since we've been waiting for a while now, Chad decides he better get out and run up to the sign we can see a little ways off, and see what it says. He leaves me! In the car! Alone! With the ax-murderer and the dogs! You better believe I locked the doors... He was gone for a few minutes, which seemed like an hour, especially since I couldn't see him at all... when the tow truck driver calls me to get an update on our location, which, conveniently, Chad has just determined from the sign is 3 miles south of Blackfoot. Chad gets back to the car and the tow truck arrives within 10 minutes and we are rescued. By this time it is about 3:15. We broke down at approximately 1:35. I am cold, exhausted physically and emotionally, and ready to crash. Well, maybe I shouldn't use that term in the context of this car story. But anyways. They hook up the car, and I climb into the warmth of the tow truck's cab. We got towed back to Rexburg because, being the AAA Premium Plus member that I am, I can get towed anywhere within 100 miles of where I am, and we were only 55 miles from Rexburg. I don't really remember the ride back because I promptly fell asleep, leaving Chad to do the small talk. We got to Rexburg about 4:00, pushed the car into a parking place and finally slept before getting up at 7:30 for church at 9:00. It was an amazing night. When I talked to my mom about it later she said she had thought about cancelling mine and Mollie's AAA memberships since we weren't at home to do any driving. Then my dad told her she might want to keep it because they remembered the car Chad drives. (Which, he would want me to tell you, is not a bad car, but just doesn't look the greatest.) Now, there was no reason for them to think this since I hadn't told them I would be surprising Mollie (I know how surprises in this family work... or don't work, I should say -- unless it's Evan who's keeping the secret) nor would they have any reason to think that Chad would be driving me somewhere. So it was pretty much a miracle. :o)
And anyway -- what is a Dickerson road trip without the car breaking down? ...Glad to find that I'm carrying on the family legacy.
I am happy to report that Chad and I are both alive and well and carrying on with our normal lives here in Rexburg, Idaho. The 1989 Eagle Summit is not doing so hot, but has settled in quite nicely to it's parking place outside of Chad's apartment. There are plans to have it fixed soon though. Supposedly it's the alternator. ;o)
Friday, February 16, 2007
So our lack of toilet paper has brought me to my blog.
I'm not really sure why. I'm bored and I should be going to Broulim's (the little grocery store behind my apartment -- pronounced Bro-lum's) to remedy the toilet paper issue but instead I'm sitting here at my computer being lazy. I think because I'm trying to take my mind off of the fact that I really have to go to the bathroom. I could go down to the lounge, but once again -- too lazy.
So what has been going on in the world of Megan Dickerson recently? I wish I knew.
If I find out, I'll be sure to tell you!
Look! I'm eating Ramen! WITH A FORK!
Okay okay, so I haven't been too bored. In fact, I've had a lot of fun recently. I even have some pictures for you! I know, I know. You just can't contain your excitement. Aren't you glad YOU have toilet paper?!
I haven't posted anything since before CHRISTMAS! Wow.
This is the fancy nephew carrying case I got for Christmas. (Nephew not included)
Mollie and the dog, and Erin's leg/back in the foreground on the mattress on my bedroom floor Christmas morning. Local news on the TV in the background.
Since my last post:
-I had a lovely Christmas at home in CT with my whole family and my bald older brother Michael.
-I got to visit some of my teachers and friends from home.
-I sang a solo of "Away in a Manger" in my ward's sacrament meeting on Christmas Eve. Scary.
-I accompanied my friend on the piano as she played a cello duet for her ward.
-I have a new roommate Dawn from Texas.
-My new classes are pretty boring and consist of: Ear Training 2, Music Theory 2, Wind Ensemble, Clarinet, Book of Mormon, English, Math.
-My math class consists of understanding percentages, and the question (I kid you not) -- Apples are $.75 a pound. You want 2 and 1/2 pounds of apples. What is the total cost of the apples?
-I went sledding with a few friends of mine for Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.
-I went to a Superbowl get together at a friend's house with my roommate Kimberly.
-I performed in my first concert of this semester with the Wind Ensemble on February 8th. I had three short solos in one of our songs and nailed them all. Yay!
-I got a 102 on my first dictation exam this semester! (The teacher plays melodies, harmonic progressions, chords, and rhythms and we have to identify them and write them down.)
-I got a Valentine's day package from my momma!
-I've kept busy with my classes, and have realized that I have only 4 clarinet lessons left this semester. And I have clarinet lessons once a week.
-I'm not doing anything exciting for this long President's Day weekend.
-Rexburg has warmed up a little -- with temperatures reaching the practically summer temperatures of 40 degrees. When it hit 28 Kimberly and I got out our flip flops. We really thought it felt warm.
-Kimberly has just informed me that the temperature outside right now is 47! Lovely.
The cake I made for dessert when some of the guys in our ward has us over for dinner. It was delicious. And colorful... and... slightly... gay. hm.
In other news.
I have a good story! Oh! I almost forgot! But trust me, this is a good one! Okay, so last Monday, February 5th, I was rushing my way to my English class. It starts at 7:45 and I was going to be late so I'm booking it. I was crossing the green between the library and the building I need to be at when this little dog comes running out of nowhere. He ran up to some people about 20 feet in front of me. I was sure it would run away by the time my walking brought me to it, but it didn't. Everyone ignored it, so I bent down to look at his collar and he started squirming so I grabbed him. I looked around for someone chasing after him but there wasn't anyone. I picked him up and carried him inside the nearest building and used the courtesy phone to call the number on "Bentley"s tag. I got this old lady who said she lived just across the street and she would be outside waiting. She was so sure I knew where she lived and I was so familiar with the area that she didn't need to explain it to me that she hung up before I knew exactly where to go. Truth is, I wasn't even sure what building I was in when I called her. I walked out of the building just as my friend David was walking to deliver something to another building. He looked at me weird since it was 7:45am and I was carrying around a little dog on campus. We wandered around in the dorms for a while before we found the street we were supposed to be at. We walked up the street as this little lady comes out of her house to claim her dog. She insisted on rewarding us even though we politely refused. She gave us granola bars and chocolate. She was silly. She said her husband was down on campus looking for us, so we walked back and looked around for him before I decided I should probably get to class. Dave said he would keep looking for the old guy. I saw him later that afternoon and asked for an update. He said he couldn't find the old guy at first, so he went to deliver something else about an hour later and saw this old man looking around in the bushes outside of a building across campus from where we found the dog. He told him we had already found and returned his dog. Did the old guy really think I had decided not to deliver the dog and just let him go again? Silly old man. The End. That's my story of how I rescued someone's dog. I was very proud of myself... I miss my dog! :o(
Well I'll include some pictures of my random activities in the past month and a half. Hope you enjoy! Hope all is well with you!
These are pictures of the bruise I got from playing my friend's boomwhackers. If you don't know what boomwhackers are, you should google it. They're pretty cool.
This is me and my friend David Wilson. He's in my ward. He came over one Saturday to show Kimberly and I the sledding video Chad made. I don't know why we took this picture, but I look pretty wild. Dave is one of the guys that saw my sister at the BYU game last semester.
Dave had the camera under his coat and had fun pretending he was pregnant.
I snapped this after church (I think) one Sunday. Kimberly was exhausted.
This is Kimberly on her way to a world record for eating the most waffles. I don't think I've ever seen her eat so much in one sitting.
Chad making his family's famous apple cinnamon waffles for lunch after church. February 11th.
Kimberly and I hanging out at Chad's apartment. (henceforth known as 105)
Kimberly and I being silly at 105. The cutest fish in the sea.
Kimberly and I were bored so we sculpted "Reuben" out of a rotten potato -- he looks kind of like Edvard Munch's Scream. We put him on a pedestal. The bottles are there because we filled them with water and then performed Mary Had a Little Lamb for the guys.
Well that's enough fun for one post. Kimberly and I are going to Broulim's (do you remember how to pronounce it?!) to get toilet paper.
I'm not really sure why. I'm bored and I should be going to Broulim's (the little grocery store behind my apartment -- pronounced Bro-lum's) to remedy the toilet paper issue but instead I'm sitting here at my computer being lazy. I think because I'm trying to take my mind off of the fact that I really have to go to the bathroom. I could go down to the lounge, but once again -- too lazy.
So what has been going on in the world of Megan Dickerson recently? I wish I knew.
If I find out, I'll be sure to tell you!
Look! I'm eating Ramen! WITH A FORK!Okay okay, so I haven't been too bored. In fact, I've had a lot of fun recently. I even have some pictures for you! I know, I know. You just can't contain your excitement. Aren't you glad YOU have toilet paper?!
I haven't posted anything since before CHRISTMAS! Wow.
This is the fancy nephew carrying case I got for Christmas. (Nephew not included)
Mollie and the dog, and Erin's leg/back in the foreground on the mattress on my bedroom floor Christmas morning. Local news on the TV in the background. Since my last post:
-I had a lovely Christmas at home in CT with my whole family and my bald older brother Michael.
-I got to visit some of my teachers and friends from home.
-I sang a solo of "Away in a Manger" in my ward's sacrament meeting on Christmas Eve. Scary.
-I accompanied my friend on the piano as she played a cello duet for her ward.
-I have a new roommate Dawn from Texas.
-My new classes are pretty boring and consist of: Ear Training 2, Music Theory 2, Wind Ensemble, Clarinet, Book of Mormon, English, Math.
-My math class consists of understanding percentages, and the question (I kid you not) -- Apples are $.75 a pound. You want 2 and 1/2 pounds of apples. What is the total cost of the apples?
-I went sledding with a few friends of mine for Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.
-I went to a Superbowl get together at a friend's house with my roommate Kimberly.
-I performed in my first concert of this semester with the Wind Ensemble on February 8th. I had three short solos in one of our songs and nailed them all. Yay!
-I got a 102 on my first dictation exam this semester! (The teacher plays melodies, harmonic progressions, chords, and rhythms and we have to identify them and write them down.)
-I got a Valentine's day package from my momma!
-I've kept busy with my classes, and have realized that I have only 4 clarinet lessons left this semester. And I have clarinet lessons once a week.
-I'm not doing anything exciting for this long President's Day weekend.
-Rexburg has warmed up a little -- with temperatures reaching the practically summer temperatures of 40 degrees. When it hit 28 Kimberly and I got out our flip flops. We really thought it felt warm.
-Kimberly has just informed me that the temperature outside right now is 47! Lovely.
The cake I made for dessert when some of the guys in our ward has us over for dinner. It was delicious. And colorful... and... slightly... gay. hm.In other news.
I have a good story! Oh! I almost forgot! But trust me, this is a good one! Okay, so last Monday, February 5th, I was rushing my way to my English class. It starts at 7:45 and I was going to be late so I'm booking it. I was crossing the green between the library and the building I need to be at when this little dog comes running out of nowhere. He ran up to some people about 20 feet in front of me. I was sure it would run away by the time my walking brought me to it, but it didn't. Everyone ignored it, so I bent down to look at his collar and he started squirming so I grabbed him. I looked around for someone chasing after him but there wasn't anyone. I picked him up and carried him inside the nearest building and used the courtesy phone to call the number on "Bentley"s tag. I got this old lady who said she lived just across the street and she would be outside waiting. She was so sure I knew where she lived and I was so familiar with the area that she didn't need to explain it to me that she hung up before I knew exactly where to go. Truth is, I wasn't even sure what building I was in when I called her. I walked out of the building just as my friend David was walking to deliver something to another building. He looked at me weird since it was 7:45am and I was carrying around a little dog on campus. We wandered around in the dorms for a while before we found the street we were supposed to be at. We walked up the street as this little lady comes out of her house to claim her dog. She insisted on rewarding us even though we politely refused. She gave us granola bars and chocolate. She was silly. She said her husband was down on campus looking for us, so we walked back and looked around for him before I decided I should probably get to class. Dave said he would keep looking for the old guy. I saw him later that afternoon and asked for an update. He said he couldn't find the old guy at first, so he went to deliver something else about an hour later and saw this old man looking around in the bushes outside of a building across campus from where we found the dog. He told him we had already found and returned his dog. Did the old guy really think I had decided not to deliver the dog and just let him go again? Silly old man. The End. That's my story of how I rescued someone's dog. I was very proud of myself... I miss my dog! :o(
Well I'll include some pictures of my random activities in the past month and a half. Hope you enjoy! Hope all is well with you!
These are pictures of the bruise I got from playing my friend's boomwhackers. If you don't know what boomwhackers are, you should google it. They're pretty cool.
This is me and my friend David Wilson. He's in my ward. He came over one Saturday to show Kimberly and I the sledding video Chad made. I don't know why we took this picture, but I look pretty wild. Dave is one of the guys that saw my sister at the BYU game last semester.
Dave had the camera under his coat and had fun pretending he was pregnant.
I snapped this after church (I think) one Sunday. Kimberly was exhausted.
This is Kimberly on her way to a world record for eating the most waffles. I don't think I've ever seen her eat so much in one sitting.
Chad making his family's famous apple cinnamon waffles for lunch after church. February 11th.
Kimberly and I hanging out at Chad's apartment. (henceforth known as 105)
Kimberly and I being silly at 105. The cutest fish in the sea.
Kimberly and I were bored so we sculpted "Reuben" out of a rotten potato -- he looks kind of like Edvard Munch's Scream. We put him on a pedestal. The bottles are there because we filled them with water and then performed Mary Had a Little Lamb for the guys.Well that's enough fun for one post. Kimberly and I are going to Broulim's (do you remember how to pronounce it?!) to get toilet paper.
Friday, December 22, 2006
I guess it has been pretty much forever since I updated anything on this.
I really haven't had time to sit down and write anything. Yeah, I know you don't believe me because college is all fun and games and free time (to which I say, yeah right!)... but somehow I get pretty busy.
Since my last post:
-I went to Erin's for Thanksgiving via my roommate Sarah
-I got back to Rexburg from Thanksgiving in Provo via a guy in our ward Josh
-I performed in a Chamber Orchestra small ensemble group
-I performed in a Chamber Orchestra concert on December 7th
-I performed in my Clarinet Master Class on December 7th
-I performed in a Wind Ensemble concert on December 15th
-My roommate Kimberly is officially dating Josh
-I had my first jury ever, and passed with a B. :o( ... it could've been worse
-On Monday December 18th I took all of my finals, beginning at 7:00 am and ending at 10:00 pm. I don't think I failed anything. YAY!
-On December 20th, I arrived back in CT for CHRISTMAS!!!!
-Wednesday night: I slept in my own bed, in my OWN room, in my own house! -- The red walls are a welcome change from the stark white of my apartment.
Things I'd forgotten about home:
-How cold my parents keep the house
-The way the dog begs at the table and fights with the cat and needs to be where the family is
-Where I packed all of my clothes before I left for school
-The way the dog likes bread more than meat -- and the way she sits on the floor in front of the stove barking at the cinnamon rolls on top of it
-How to get to the Berlin Turnpike from where I live -- yes, sad but true.
-What it's like to have a dining room separate from the kitchen, separate from the living room, separate from the family room. And what it's like to have more than one floor, and my own private space.
-How much Christmas decorations we have.
-The way my dad has boycotted the local Taco Bell because the lady there was rude to him one time a couple of years ago.
-How much my family eats fast food.
In the near future:
-My older sister, her husband and baby will come home for Christmas on Christmas Eve. Which means my WHOLE family will be home for Christmas!
-I will get to see some pretty cool people that I haven't seen since August. One of whom is one Chris Potter.
-I go back to school on January 6th -- I will miss the first 2 days of class.
Sorry I don't have fun pictures to put on here -- they're all on my laptop which I left in Rexburg -- but as soon as I get some more, I'll post them.
Otherwise,
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
... I have to go help decorate the tree.
I really haven't had time to sit down and write anything. Yeah, I know you don't believe me because college is all fun and games and free time (to which I say, yeah right!)... but somehow I get pretty busy.
Since my last post:
-I went to Erin's for Thanksgiving via my roommate Sarah
-I got back to Rexburg from Thanksgiving in Provo via a guy in our ward Josh
-I performed in a Chamber Orchestra small ensemble group
-I performed in a Chamber Orchestra concert on December 7th
-I performed in my Clarinet Master Class on December 7th
-I performed in a Wind Ensemble concert on December 15th
-My roommate Kimberly is officially dating Josh
-I had my first jury ever, and passed with a B. :o( ... it could've been worse
-On Monday December 18th I took all of my finals, beginning at 7:00 am and ending at 10:00 pm. I don't think I failed anything. YAY!
-On December 20th, I arrived back in CT for CHRISTMAS!!!!
-Wednesday night: I slept in my own bed, in my OWN room, in my own house! -- The red walls are a welcome change from the stark white of my apartment.
Things I'd forgotten about home:
-How cold my parents keep the house
-The way the dog begs at the table and fights with the cat and needs to be where the family is
-Where I packed all of my clothes before I left for school
-The way the dog likes bread more than meat -- and the way she sits on the floor in front of the stove barking at the cinnamon rolls on top of it
-How to get to the Berlin Turnpike from where I live -- yes, sad but true.
-What it's like to have a dining room separate from the kitchen, separate from the living room, separate from the family room. And what it's like to have more than one floor, and my own private space.
-How much Christmas decorations we have.
-The way my dad has boycotted the local Taco Bell because the lady there was rude to him one time a couple of years ago.
-How much my family eats fast food.
In the near future:
-My older sister, her husband and baby will come home for Christmas on Christmas Eve. Which means my WHOLE family will be home for Christmas!
-I will get to see some pretty cool people that I haven't seen since August. One of whom is one Chris Potter.
-I go back to school on January 6th -- I will miss the first 2 days of class.
Sorry I don't have fun pictures to put on here -- they're all on my laptop which I left in Rexburg -- but as soon as I get some more, I'll post them.
Otherwise,
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
... I have to go help decorate the tree.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
It has been brought to my attention that I haven't updated my blog in quite some time now.
I suppose I should.
Since my last post:
-I performed in my first Wind Ensemble concert on October 18th -- it was awesome
-I performed in a post-Halloween Concert with the Rexburg Community Orchestra
-I survived my midterms, such as they were. (I didn't really have any)
-I got engaged on November 3rd
-Okay, I didn't really get engaged, I'm just messing with you
-It snowed on October 28th
-It snowed again tonight -- we got about an inch (and a half?) in 2 hours
Some things I've begun to miss about home:
-Volleyball
-Being stage manager of the play
-My dog
-The humidity
-My (yes, "my") piano
-The green
-Flip flops
-Homecooked food (even if it was out of a box)
-Cromwell Ward
-The Astro
Some things I definitely don't miss about home:
-The politics of High School
-The way drinking was the only thing anyone seemed to do on the weekends
-Insincere people (not that there aren't insincere people here too...)
In other general news:
I am going to Provo for Thanksgiving this year. Erin is hosting it at her house. My aunt had mentioned something about us coming for Thanksgiving the last time we saw her, but we haven't heard anything else since. My aunt in Pocatello, ID casually invited me, but I'll be going to Erin's. I am getting a ride with my taxi driver, Chad Busath. Just kidding, he's not really my taxi driver. ;o) I'm excited to see my talking little nephew and the rest of the family. I'm more excited because I get 5 straight days off from school. It'll be nice to just take some time off and not be rushing to get back to school or whatever.
Also, I will be coming back to Cromwell for Christmas on Wednesday December 20th. Then I leave on January 6 or 7. I will miss the first two days of my second semester, but it saved my parents about $200 to do so. I'm excited to go back home.
Hm... what else?
I think that's about it. I've been busy with schoolwork and music, and sometimes even being social. :o) I'm trying very very hard not to turn into the stereotypical "music major". You know the kind. *shudders*
Well I guess that's all. That was kind of boring.
...Until next time.
I suppose I should.
Since my last post:
-I performed in my first Wind Ensemble concert on October 18th -- it was awesome
-I performed in a post-Halloween Concert with the Rexburg Community Orchestra
-I survived my midterms, such as they were. (I didn't really have any)
-I got engaged on November 3rd
-Okay, I didn't really get engaged, I'm just messing with you
-It snowed on October 28th
-It snowed again tonight -- we got about an inch (and a half?) in 2 hours
Some things I've begun to miss about home:
-Volleyball
-Being stage manager of the play
-My dog
-The humidity
-My (yes, "my") piano
-The green
-Flip flops
-Homecooked food (even if it was out of a box)
-Cromwell Ward
-The Astro
Some things I definitely don't miss about home:
-The politics of High School
-The way drinking was the only thing anyone seemed to do on the weekends
-Insincere people (not that there aren't insincere people here too...)
In other general news:
I am going to Provo for Thanksgiving this year. Erin is hosting it at her house. My aunt had mentioned something about us coming for Thanksgiving the last time we saw her, but we haven't heard anything else since. My aunt in Pocatello, ID casually invited me, but I'll be going to Erin's. I am getting a ride with my taxi driver, Chad Busath. Just kidding, he's not really my taxi driver. ;o) I'm excited to see my talking little nephew and the rest of the family. I'm more excited because I get 5 straight days off from school. It'll be nice to just take some time off and not be rushing to get back to school or whatever.
Also, I will be coming back to Cromwell for Christmas on Wednesday December 20th. Then I leave on January 6 or 7. I will miss the first two days of my second semester, but it saved my parents about $200 to do so. I'm excited to go back home.
Hm... what else?
I think that's about it. I've been busy with schoolwork and music, and sometimes even being social. :o) I'm trying very very hard not to turn into the stereotypical "music major". You know the kind. *shudders*
Well I guess that's all. That was kind of boring.
...Until next time.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
It's been a while since I had enough time to update this.
In short:
General Conference weekend I got a ride to Provo with Chad Busath, a kid in my ward. On Saturday I hung out with the family and with Chad a little bit. Mom, Mollie, Erin, Grandma, my cousin Liz and I went to see "Footloose" at a Community Theater in Orem. It was fun.
While we were out I got this picture. I didn't think Provo was THAT ghetto.
I stayed at Mollie's dorm on Saturday night, and then on Sunday our family "packed" a picnic (bought it from KFC) and took it up the canyon between sessions of Conference. It was such a nice day. I took lots of pictures trying to capture what little fall foliage Utah had to offer.
[Soda anyone?]
[Top: Will with Bottle #1]
[Bottom: This one's not camera shy]
[Top: Will with Bottle #2]
[Bottom: Will with Bottle #3]
[Top: Will with Aunt Mollie]
[Bottom: Will with Bottle #4]
[Top: Father and Son]
[Bottom: Erin, Kyle, Bryce, Dad, Mom, Grandma and Mollie off in the distance. ]
On Sunday night Mom and Dad drove me as far as Pocatello where I visited with Aunt Karen and Uncle Tom before Chad picked me up and drove me back to my little bubble in Rexburg. We walked up to the temple and tried to get some pictures, but my camera is too small to get anything that great.
[The spire of the Rexburg, ID temple with the moon in the background.]
[Top: Rexburg Temple]
[Bottom: Chad Busath taking a picture of the Rexburg Temple]
The last couple of weeks of school have just been business as usual. Boring and time consuming.
Kimberly was out of town all last weekend so Sarah and I went out and had fun. On Saturday night I went to the Best of Guitars Unplugged concert which Chad's band made it into. When I got home from that Sarah and I went to her friend Ryan's apartment and watched a movie. On Sunday Sarah and I skipped Relief Society (trust me, it was better for both of us, and probably everyone else too, that we did) and then went to Sunday School and Sacrament Meeting. Our church schedule is all backwards from home, and nothing compares to church in the Cromwell Ward. It's so boring and ... boring here. Ugh.
Anyways, that night I made cookies to take to Brittany's (a fellow clarinet player) apartment. She invited a bunch of people over for dinner and I said I might come and if I did, I'd bring cookies. Sarah and I got to talking and we talked forever and about everything. It was good. I missed the party, so Sarah and I ate the cookies ourselves. Since we still had some leftover, we took them with us and went to Viking Village to meet people. The first floor is mostly our ward, so we went up to the second and third floors bearing cookies. It's easy to meet people when you have cookies with you. It was so fun to just meet people. Then we went to Stadium Singing where Sarah tried to set me up with this boy she knows who plays in the Wind Ensemble with me. He thought she was interested in him. He asked her out for Saturday night. Hahaha. Anyways, then we went back to Viking Village to meet some more people before going to Sarah's friend Matt's house to watch a little bit of Pride and Prejudice before we had to leave.
Monday night was FHE so we went to karaoke night at a local hangout kind of place called Heart Mind and Soul. I would say bar, but it wasn't exactly a bar. Maybe a mormonized bar. I don't know. Anyway, after that Brittany, Dallin, Cody, (FHE Brothers) and I went to Broulim's since Brittany and I were out of groceries. I bought tons of food. Yum. Food!
My clarinet lesson was cancelled on Friday because my professor went to Utah to play in a concert... I think. Anyway, I have to reschedule it for sometime next week. Two lessons in one week is going to be interesting. In other news, school this week was long and tiring. I need a break. I know, it's only been a month, but still -- I need a break!
I guess that's about it for now. Wish me luck for the next week!
In short:
General Conference weekend I got a ride to Provo with Chad Busath, a kid in my ward. On Saturday I hung out with the family and with Chad a little bit. Mom, Mollie, Erin, Grandma, my cousin Liz and I went to see "Footloose" at a Community Theater in Orem. It was fun.
While we were out I got this picture. I didn't think Provo was THAT ghetto.
I stayed at Mollie's dorm on Saturday night, and then on Sunday our family "packed" a picnic (bought it from KFC) and took it up the canyon between sessions of Conference. It was such a nice day. I took lots of pictures trying to capture what little fall foliage Utah had to offer.
[Soda anyone?]
[Top: Will with Bottle #1]
[Bottom: This one's not camera shy]
[Top: Will with Bottle #2]
[Bottom: Will with Bottle #3]
[Top: Will with Aunt Mollie]
[Bottom: Will with Bottle #4]
[Top: Father and Son]
[Bottom: Erin, Kyle, Bryce, Dad, Mom, Grandma and Mollie off in the distance. ]
On Sunday night Mom and Dad drove me as far as Pocatello where I visited with Aunt Karen and Uncle Tom before Chad picked me up and drove me back to my little bubble in Rexburg. We walked up to the temple and tried to get some pictures, but my camera is too small to get anything that great.
[The spire of the Rexburg, ID temple with the moon in the background.]
[Top: Rexburg Temple]
[Bottom: Chad Busath taking a picture of the Rexburg Temple]
The last couple of weeks of school have just been business as usual. Boring and time consuming.
Kimberly was out of town all last weekend so Sarah and I went out and had fun. On Saturday night I went to the Best of Guitars Unplugged concert which Chad's band made it into. When I got home from that Sarah and I went to her friend Ryan's apartment and watched a movie. On Sunday Sarah and I skipped Relief Society (trust me, it was better for both of us, and probably everyone else too, that we did) and then went to Sunday School and Sacrament Meeting. Our church schedule is all backwards from home, and nothing compares to church in the Cromwell Ward. It's so boring and ... boring here. Ugh.
Anyways, that night I made cookies to take to Brittany's (a fellow clarinet player) apartment. She invited a bunch of people over for dinner and I said I might come and if I did, I'd bring cookies. Sarah and I got to talking and we talked forever and about everything. It was good. I missed the party, so Sarah and I ate the cookies ourselves. Since we still had some leftover, we took them with us and went to Viking Village to meet people. The first floor is mostly our ward, so we went up to the second and third floors bearing cookies. It's easy to meet people when you have cookies with you. It was so fun to just meet people. Then we went to Stadium Singing where Sarah tried to set me up with this boy she knows who plays in the Wind Ensemble with me. He thought she was interested in him. He asked her out for Saturday night. Hahaha. Anyways, then we went back to Viking Village to meet some more people before going to Sarah's friend Matt's house to watch a little bit of Pride and Prejudice before we had to leave.
Monday night was FHE so we went to karaoke night at a local hangout kind of place called Heart Mind and Soul. I would say bar, but it wasn't exactly a bar. Maybe a mormonized bar. I don't know. Anyway, after that Brittany, Dallin, Cody, (FHE Brothers) and I went to Broulim's since Brittany and I were out of groceries. I bought tons of food. Yum. Food!
My clarinet lesson was cancelled on Friday because my professor went to Utah to play in a concert... I think. Anyway, I have to reschedule it for sometime next week. Two lessons in one week is going to be interesting. In other news, school this week was long and tiring. I need a break. I know, it's only been a month, but still -- I need a break!
I guess that's about it for now. Wish me luck for the next week!
Friday, October 06, 2006
I guess I haven't updated in a while!
I am surprised to find that it has been just over a month since I started my College Life here in Rexburg, Idaho.
So much has happened! But no, I won't write it all on my public blog.
The first thing my clarinet professor said to me in my clarinet lesson today was "You're gonna make it. Ya know that?"
I'M GONNA MAKE IT!
I am surprised to find that it has been just over a month since I started my College Life here in Rexburg, Idaho.
So much has happened! But no, I won't write it all on my public blog.
The first thing my clarinet professor said to me in my clarinet lesson today was "You're gonna make it. Ya know that?"
I'M GONNA MAKE IT!
Friday, September 22, 2006
So I was supposed to have an 8:00 class like I do every day, but for the second class in a row, the teacher is sick. Wednesday and Friday I got my 8:00 block free. Today I got up at the regular time so I could sit and eat breakfast and watch tv to my little heart's desire. And now it's 8:30 -- still too early to leave. I have my first real clarinet lesson this morning. Wish me luck.
Yesterday morning, our teacher let us out of the first hour of our class so we could go up the hill and watch them put Angel Moroni on the Rexburg Temple. It was raining, so I wasn't sure if they were still going to do it, but I went up anyway. "A gold-leafed statue of the angel Moroni is slated to be installed atop the single spire of the Rexburg Idaho Temple on the 183rd anniversary of the appearance of the angel Moroni to Joseph Smith: September 21, 2006, at 9:00 a.m." And at exactly 9:15 the Angel was on top of the temple, and by 9:20 they were lowering the crane. Very cool, I have to say. It was like campus froze to watch.
Kimberly and I have decided to go see a movie tonight -- or at least do something. It's about time for a girls night out. I'm excited.
In other news, yesterday was our first hail storm.
It hailed like it snows in CT. Probably at least an inch in less than 1/2 an hour. It was crazy. First I was just standing in the kitchen, still groggy from my 3 hour nap, when I hear this whooshing noise, and look out the window to see it's hailing like crazy. I ran and grabbed my camera, put on some shoes and a coat and ran outside to take pictures of our first wintry storm.
About an hour later I had to leave for class and it was still raining so I rolled up the bottom's of my jeans so they wouldn't get all wet, and ran out the door. (I left the apartment at the time the class was supposed to start). I saw Kimberly on my way back and she said to watch out for the river up on the road you need to cross to get to campus. I got up there, and ran across the traffic, to the other side, but was marooned in the middle of the street by the giant river, a car's length wide from where I was standing to the sidewalk. There was a girl stuck on the other side and we just kind of looked at each other. I looked around, and started to run up the street to get across where maybe it wasn't quite as wide, but there was no hope. I went through. It was honestly about a foot deep at it's deepest part, and had spilled up over the sidewalk. There was a guy standing on the other side of the street wondering how he was going to get across, and as I waded the river he says "Are you serious?!" "I have to get to class!" I yell. "Good for you!" says the guy.
I was wet up to my knees by the time I got to class. I walk in completely soaked, my hair is dripping wet, my jacket's soaked, so is my backpack, and my legs are completely wet all the way up to my knees. I just kind of stood at the door and looked at the professor and said I was sorry I was late. He said it looked like I had been out making slush angels. And then this lady in that class (yes, a lady) walked in and said she was sorry she was late but the roads were so bad and there was this huge puddle right by the parking lot (the one I WALKED through). I had no sympathy for her.
I have just decided to buy Kimberly a cow bell to wear around her neck. Not that she's a cow by any standard, but because my desk faces away from the door, so I'll be sitting at my computer and then start talking to her only to find out that she left the room 10 minutes ago. She's sneaky, that one. So to solve the problem, I am going to buy her a cow bell and make her wear it all of the time so I know exactly where she is. Our guests will wonder "What is that noise?" "Oh, Kimberly's drying her hair."
Well that is all for now. I have to meet with my quartet at 6:30. And then Kimberly and I are going to paint the town red. (Don't tell anyone)
Yesterday morning, our teacher let us out of the first hour of our class so we could go up the hill and watch them put Angel Moroni on the Rexburg Temple. It was raining, so I wasn't sure if they were still going to do it, but I went up anyway. "A gold-leafed statue of the angel Moroni is slated to be installed atop the single spire of the Rexburg Idaho Temple on the 183rd anniversary of the appearance of the angel Moroni to Joseph Smith: September 21, 2006, at 9:00 a.m." And at exactly 9:15 the Angel was on top of the temple, and by 9:20 they were lowering the crane. Very cool, I have to say. It was like campus froze to watch.
Kimberly and I have decided to go see a movie tonight -- or at least do something. It's about time for a girls night out. I'm excited.
In other news, yesterday was our first hail storm.
It hailed like it snows in CT. Probably at least an inch in less than 1/2 an hour. It was crazy. First I was just standing in the kitchen, still groggy from my 3 hour nap, when I hear this whooshing noise, and look out the window to see it's hailing like crazy. I ran and grabbed my camera, put on some shoes and a coat and ran outside to take pictures of our first wintry storm.
About an hour later I had to leave for class and it was still raining so I rolled up the bottom's of my jeans so they wouldn't get all wet, and ran out the door. (I left the apartment at the time the class was supposed to start). I saw Kimberly on my way back and she said to watch out for the river up on the road you need to cross to get to campus. I got up there, and ran across the traffic, to the other side, but was marooned in the middle of the street by the giant river, a car's length wide from where I was standing to the sidewalk. There was a girl stuck on the other side and we just kind of looked at each other. I looked around, and started to run up the street to get across where maybe it wasn't quite as wide, but there was no hope. I went through. It was honestly about a foot deep at it's deepest part, and had spilled up over the sidewalk. There was a guy standing on the other side of the street wondering how he was going to get across, and as I waded the river he says "Are you serious?!" "I have to get to class!" I yell. "Good for you!" says the guy.
I was wet up to my knees by the time I got to class. I walk in completely soaked, my hair is dripping wet, my jacket's soaked, so is my backpack, and my legs are completely wet all the way up to my knees. I just kind of stood at the door and looked at the professor and said I was sorry I was late. He said it looked like I had been out making slush angels. And then this lady in that class (yes, a lady) walked in and said she was sorry she was late but the roads were so bad and there was this huge puddle right by the parking lot (the one I WALKED through). I had no sympathy for her.
I have just decided to buy Kimberly a cow bell to wear around her neck. Not that she's a cow by any standard, but because my desk faces away from the door, so I'll be sitting at my computer and then start talking to her only to find out that she left the room 10 minutes ago. She's sneaky, that one. So to solve the problem, I am going to buy her a cow bell and make her wear it all of the time so I know exactly where she is. Our guests will wonder "What is that noise?" "Oh, Kimberly's drying her hair."
Well that is all for now. I have to meet with my quartet at 6:30. And then Kimberly and I are going to paint the town red. (Don't tell anyone)
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
I guess it's been a while. Today is a pink kind of day. Maybe because I'm wearing pink, but somehow I don't think so.
So I got up at the usual 6:30. And, feeling extra tired today, stayed in bed until 6:36. I know, what a rebel I am. I finally got up and went and got ready, and left the house by 7:30 which was none too soon since I still had to walk the 10-ish minutes to class and then study for the quiz we are having today. (We have one every day for this class.) And I'm rushing to get there so I have time to study, and I round the corner, and see the sign on the door. "Brother Linford is ill today. Class is cancelled." This is where I dropped my books and went skipping and singing all through the building. Okay, not quite, but you get the idea. WAHOO! (P.S. This is the same teacher that quoted Nacho Libre in class the other day.) So I ditched my backpack in my instrument locker and came home for breakfast. Cocoa Roos. Mmm... And I watched a little Today Show but was lost interest when I saw Meredith. Ick. And I cleaned up my room and made my lovely bed. Anyway, so now I'm home enjoying my hour of free time. I have class again at 9, and then a free hour, and then class at 11 and then two free hours and then class from 2-4 and then all the free time I could want until my date tonight at 9:00. Yes, I have a date. I'll let you know how it goes.
On Sunday night John's apartment (Viking Village 105) had my apartment over for dinner. Only 3 our of 6 of us went, but it was cool nonetheless. Chris made steak and potatoes. The steak was amazing but the potatoes were kind of hard, which is kind of ironic that you could ruin baked potatoes even though you're in Idaho. They practically cook themselves up here. The boys made Kool-Aid, the weird invisible kind (which I didn't know existed) but tried to pass it off as water. We made cake, which was AMAZING, and they think we poisoned it. After dinner, we played card games. Namely spoons (at my request) and then Oh Heck, which I sucked at. Then they got invited to La Jolla 306 to play card games so they walked us home. Chris said we should do it again sometime and he'll cook something else. Should be good.
Playing card games, Kimberly and I forgot about Stadium Singing and forgot to go. Next week.
Monday night our ward had a Family Home Evening social at the park. I played football with some of the boys from 105 and in the process punched John in the face. By accident. But it still makes me laugh. It was fun even though they never passed to me because they (rightly so) thought I couldn't catch.
And yesterday I got a calling. I am the official Visiting Teaching Supervisor. Go me.
Well I better be going, my class starts in 15 minutes.
So I got up at the usual 6:30. And, feeling extra tired today, stayed in bed until 6:36. I know, what a rebel I am. I finally got up and went and got ready, and left the house by 7:30 which was none too soon since I still had to walk the 10-ish minutes to class and then study for the quiz we are having today. (We have one every day for this class.) And I'm rushing to get there so I have time to study, and I round the corner, and see the sign on the door. "Brother Linford is ill today. Class is cancelled." This is where I dropped my books and went skipping and singing all through the building. Okay, not quite, but you get the idea. WAHOO! (P.S. This is the same teacher that quoted Nacho Libre in class the other day.) So I ditched my backpack in my instrument locker and came home for breakfast. Cocoa Roos. Mmm... And I watched a little Today Show but was lost interest when I saw Meredith. Ick. And I cleaned up my room and made my lovely bed. Anyway, so now I'm home enjoying my hour of free time. I have class again at 9, and then a free hour, and then class at 11 and then two free hours and then class from 2-4 and then all the free time I could want until my date tonight at 9:00. Yes, I have a date. I'll let you know how it goes.
On Sunday night John's apartment (Viking Village 105) had my apartment over for dinner. Only 3 our of 6 of us went, but it was cool nonetheless. Chris made steak and potatoes. The steak was amazing but the potatoes were kind of hard, which is kind of ironic that you could ruin baked potatoes even though you're in Idaho. They practically cook themselves up here. The boys made Kool-Aid, the weird invisible kind (which I didn't know existed) but tried to pass it off as water. We made cake, which was AMAZING, and they think we poisoned it. After dinner, we played card games. Namely spoons (at my request) and then Oh Heck, which I sucked at. Then they got invited to La Jolla 306 to play card games so they walked us home. Chris said we should do it again sometime and he'll cook something else. Should be good.
Playing card games, Kimberly and I forgot about Stadium Singing and forgot to go. Next week.
Monday night our ward had a Family Home Evening social at the park. I played football with some of the boys from 105 and in the process punched John in the face. By accident. But it still makes me laugh. It was fun even though they never passed to me because they (rightly so) thought I couldn't catch.
And yesterday I got a calling. I am the official Visiting Teaching Supervisor. Go me.
Well I better be going, my class starts in 15 minutes.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
On Monday Kimberly and I decided to go to the Beginning of School Dance where we met some nice kids, and also some very strange ones.... 'nough said. Before we went, I decided I wanted to trim my bangs since they had grown out, so I did. And then Kimberly fixed them.
Tuesday was the first day of school! I left my apartment twenty minutes early to make sure I made it to my 8:00 class across campus, and I did, but it didn't meet in that building. They had changed the class schedules since I printed mine so I was ten minutes late for my first class ever at BYU-I. Oh and I auditioned and was accepted into the University Wind Ensemble. YAY!
Yesterday afternoon Kimberly and I got bored and made macaroons. (sp?) They were made of honey, coconut and an egg.
It was quite the production. They were pretty good too. Then our Relief Society President and our Bishopric came over to visit with us. Unfortunately, saying that you're a prospective music major leads them to ask what you play. So they know I play the piano. Let's hope I'm not stuck as choir pianist again. After that we were bored, so I talked Kimberly into going to visit the boys' apartments across the street. We found these two kids that were in my orientation group and invited ourselves over. They were watching The Office so we watched a couple episodes of that and then went home. Good stuff. Before I went to bed I thought I would write in my journal, so I went to find it, and couldn't. Now, looking at the pictures on my previous post, you can see that my room is not exactly big enough to lose something. I finally found it wedged down behind my bed. Kimberly and I tried unsuccessfully to pull my bed and the 4 full drawers and cubby it's on top of away from the wall. I finally got it out with the end of the mop and by then I was too tired to write anything.
Today I figured out how to rig our shower curtain so that water doesn't leave a giant puddle next to the tub, like it has been for the past four days. I feel very proud of myself. I had my first Wind Ensemble rehearsal today. It was like being at Regionals. It's going to be like that every day! It's going to be cool.
Now I'm home for lunch and have to go back to class at 2:00. It's peanut butter and jelly # 2. I just drank the last of my milk. :*( I was surprised to find that I myself, ALONE, drank a gallon of milk in 5 days. I didn't realize I drink that much milk. So now I have to go buy some. It's not the buying part I mind, it's the walking home in the sun with my gallon of milk that's getting worse by the second that I mind.
Well I better go, I'm already a day behind on my homework. And school started yesterday. Yeah.
(If you're bored and reading this, why not send me an e-mail!!! meganedickerson@hotmail.com)
Tuesday was the first day of school! I left my apartment twenty minutes early to make sure I made it to my 8:00 class across campus, and I did, but it didn't meet in that building. They had changed the class schedules since I printed mine so I was ten minutes late for my first class ever at BYU-I. Oh and I auditioned and was accepted into the University Wind Ensemble. YAY!
Yesterday afternoon Kimberly and I got bored and made macaroons. (sp?) They were made of honey, coconut and an egg.
It was quite the production. They were pretty good too. Then our Relief Society President and our Bishopric came over to visit with us. Unfortunately, saying that you're a prospective music major leads them to ask what you play. So they know I play the piano. Let's hope I'm not stuck as choir pianist again. After that we were bored, so I talked Kimberly into going to visit the boys' apartments across the street. We found these two kids that were in my orientation group and invited ourselves over. They were watching The Office so we watched a couple episodes of that and then went home. Good stuff. Before I went to bed I thought I would write in my journal, so I went to find it, and couldn't. Now, looking at the pictures on my previous post, you can see that my room is not exactly big enough to lose something. I finally found it wedged down behind my bed. Kimberly and I tried unsuccessfully to pull my bed and the 4 full drawers and cubby it's on top of away from the wall. I finally got it out with the end of the mop and by then I was too tired to write anything.
Today I figured out how to rig our shower curtain so that water doesn't leave a giant puddle next to the tub, like it has been for the past four days. I feel very proud of myself. I had my first Wind Ensemble rehearsal today. It was like being at Regionals. It's going to be like that every day! It's going to be cool.
Now I'm home for lunch and have to go back to class at 2:00. It's peanut butter and jelly # 2. I just drank the last of my milk. :*( I was surprised to find that I myself, ALONE, drank a gallon of milk in 5 days. I didn't realize I drink that much milk. So now I have to go buy some. It's not the buying part I mind, it's the walking home in the sun with my gallon of milk that's getting worse by the second that I mind.
Well I better go, I'm already a day behind on my homework. And school started yesterday. Yeah.
(If you're bored and reading this, why not send me an e-mail!!! meganedickerson@hotmail.com)
Monday, September 04, 2006
Today was fast and testimony meeting at church. For those of you who aren't LDS, that means that we fast for two meals around the first Sunday of the month and donate the money we would've spent on those meals to the church to help the needy in our church boundaries. In addition, in our Sunday services, the time is turned over to the congregation for them to voluntarily bear their testimonies -- what they know to be true about the church/faith-strengthening experiences they've had. So we went to Sunday School first and then Relief Society (the women's Sunday School class) and then Sacrament Meeting (the LDS version of "mass"). This kid came in and sat next to me during Sacrament Meeting, so I started talking to him. And then at the end of the meeting he stands up... he was probably 4'8" or something. He was SHORT. I laughed. Don't worry, he didn't hear me.
Then I tried to update my blog from yesterday. I got frustrated with that so I took a nap instead. I woke up at about 4 and then went to play the piano in the lounge. A couple of girls came and knocked on the door while I was in there. One was carrying a piano showtunes book, so I said I was done, but instead she asked if I could play the song. So I sightread it (it was easy) and she says "What are you doing tomorrow?" Apparently her friend is going to audition for the "Show Choir" tomorrow and she was supposed to accompany her, but decided that I should do it. I forgot that there's more orientation stuff tomorrow, but I'm going to leave my phone number so she can get a hold of me while I'm out tomorrow. It should be interesting.
I took some new pictures of my apartment and my roommates. These are pictures of my half of the room.
I came back to my apartment at about 5 and hung around until about 5:30 when I noticed everyone flocking to campus in church clothes at which point I remembered there was a fireside by the President of the university and his wife at 6:00. So Kimberly
(my room roommate) and I got dressed and rushed off to campus and made it with time to spare. The talk they gave was centered on families and the Proclamation to the World and how we should apply it to student life. But there was also a section about how we should be preparing to get married if we aren't already. I was wondering how long that would take. A total of 32 hours since I officially got to campus.
After that Kimberly and I came back to the apartment. I made my first bowl of Easy Mac of college life and we decided to watch a movie.
So we picked Joe Versus the Volcano since it was the only movie we have here that neither of us had seen. In the middle of that Geena (sp?) -- Kimberly's roommate from last year came upstairs to tell her she was bored. So Geena called this boy that is interested in Kimberly, and he said he was coming to take her to the "stadium sing" -- 9:30-10:00 on Sunday night people get together and sing hymns under the bleachers. So Kimberly ran and got dressed and then we sat down in front of our movie like nothing had happened, and Geena ran back to her apartment. A little later the boy came to get her and we acted like we were so surprised. Fun stuff. So she left and I was here by myself watching the rest of our lovely movie, but then Brittany (sp?)
came back and watched the rest of it with me.
I visited the girls upstairs for a little while before coming back to get the scoop on Kimberly's date.
These are my other two roommates (the third one isn't back yet).
Kayla
and Sarah. (it came out kind of blurry)
That's all for now.
Then I tried to update my blog from yesterday. I got frustrated with that so I took a nap instead. I woke up at about 4 and then went to play the piano in the lounge. A couple of girls came and knocked on the door while I was in there. One was carrying a piano showtunes book, so I said I was done, but instead she asked if I could play the song. So I sightread it (it was easy) and she says "What are you doing tomorrow?" Apparently her friend is going to audition for the "Show Choir" tomorrow and she was supposed to accompany her, but decided that I should do it. I forgot that there's more orientation stuff tomorrow, but I'm going to leave my phone number so she can get a hold of me while I'm out tomorrow. It should be interesting.
I took some new pictures of my apartment and my roommates. These are pictures of my half of the room.
I came back to my apartment at about 5 and hung around until about 5:30 when I noticed everyone flocking to campus in church clothes at which point I remembered there was a fireside by the President of the university and his wife at 6:00. So Kimberly
(my room roommate) and I got dressed and rushed off to campus and made it with time to spare. The talk they gave was centered on families and the Proclamation to the World and how we should apply it to student life. But there was also a section about how we should be preparing to get married if we aren't already. I was wondering how long that would take. A total of 32 hours since I officially got to campus.
After that Kimberly and I came back to the apartment. I made my first bowl of Easy Mac of college life and we decided to watch a movie.
So we picked Joe Versus the Volcano since it was the only movie we have here that neither of us had seen. In the middle of that Geena (sp?) -- Kimberly's roommate from last year came upstairs to tell her she was bored. So Geena called this boy that is interested in Kimberly, and he said he was coming to take her to the "stadium sing" -- 9:30-10:00 on Sunday night people get together and sing hymns under the bleachers. So Kimberly ran and got dressed and then we sat down in front of our movie like nothing had happened, and Geena ran back to her apartment. A little later the boy came to get her and we acted like we were so surprised. Fun stuff. So she left and I was here by myself watching the rest of our lovely movie, but then Brittany (sp?)
came back and watched the rest of it with me.
I visited the girls upstairs for a little while before coming back to get the scoop on Kimberly's date.
These are my other two roommates (the third one isn't back yet).
Kayla
and Sarah. (it came out kind of blurry)
That's all for now.
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