If you are pictured here… I most likely miss the heck outta ya. If you are pictured more than once… I must miss you a whole lot.
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My last day in Washington (August 14th) was quite nerdtastic.
Uncle Mike picked me up. He got quite confused while he drove. Then I did a dance move that made him choke on his Pepsi and spit it out his nose. Which of course made me laugh really hard…
After we had finally gotten to where we were going, (This included a few phone calls and checking the map in the door.) we parked and took some pictures. (What else would you do?)
Coolest. Place. Ever.
Such fun it was.
Then I went home and watched the news with my favorite Uncle Mark.
Then I went to the airport and flew home.
Finally, I would like thank my Washingtonian family.
- Auntie Shawna
- Uncle Mark
- Auntie Kimber
- Cousin Brandon
- Grandpa Roger
- Uncle Mike
- Libby (Yes, I count you among the chosen.)
- Uncle Randy
Yesterday, Uncle Mike picked me up and took me to do tourist-y stuff in Seattle. The fact that I remembered to bring Becky made the day all the more exciting.
First, we went to the Columbia Tower. We were not allowed in the bathrooms with the panoramic view. We were told that we shouldn’t even try, so we didn’t. Stupid Columbia Club.
After that, we went to Kerry Park. Let the pictures speak for themselves.
I had a dream last night. It was sad… It woke me up early and I felt let down and disappointed… It was one of those dreams that feels so real that you think about things that relate to it and you work yourself into a panic then you remember that it was just a dream. When you remember this, you are relieved.
My dream went a little something like this:
I was fatally wounded in an airsoft accident… I was shot in the heart and I bled to death.
After I died I still was on the earth… My person… My spirit, I guess? In the next ‘scene’ I was carrying my brother Dylan through a hospital. He had also been injured in an airsoft accident… I am not entirely sure if it was the same accident that caused my death. He had been shot in the sternum and had a bad case of amnesia. I was carrying him and had the sudden urge to talk to him. He heard me but no one else did. Together we figured out what had happened and then we decided it was a good time for me to race down the hall and push his gurney as fast as I could. When you are either dead or very injured, why shouldn’t you have fun… Racing gurneys, according to my dream, was thrilling.
Next, I was at my home. My sister Kyleigh could not hear me. My mother could not hear me. Some of my very best friends could not hear me. I began to break down. I became afraid to talk to anyone for fear that they would not hear me. It made me very sad. In the end there were only four people who could hear me…
Are you a little bit depressed yet?
Also, I wondered how I would take pictures with BFF Becky… She would definitely wonder why she was floating in every picture and that could pose a problem.
You be the judge… Am I having fun?
Week Two– June 9-11 Homeschool convention
Week 3– June 17-20
Quote of the weekend: A line is not a line unless it is straight.
Things I did:
- In charge of 20 kids.
- Team leader.
- Hanging out with over 30 people just like me
- Talking more than I ever do
- Yelling and cleaning
- Doing hand motions on a stage
- Throwing shaving cream pies at some one’s head.
- Apparently… bubbly
- Waking up at 6:00am on a Saturday.
Thank you everyone who made my weekend wonderful! I love you all!