My Week of High Adventure

This last week was one of high adventure. Monday was my birthday, so I spent the morning wearing a tiara. And also packing. For a trip to Yellowstone! Then we spent the rest of the day in the car, driving there. We rented a cabin in Island Park, and then every morning we drove to Yellowstone and spent the day there. It was absolutely beautiful! Things I saw there include: beautiful landscapes, geysers, waterfalls, moose (or, in the plural form, meece), deer, antelope, bison, elk, and also polygamists! The first day we were there, it was raining like crazy, so we all got soaked. The next day was lovely weather, but it did start raining when we were in the Old Faithful visitor's center, so we were strongly cautioned against going outside, because of lightning. So, we had half an hour to kill in the visitor's center. I decided to pretend I was an exchange student from Ireland, and was determined to only speak in my Irish accent. Unfortunately, when I stepped on a piece of gum so sticky it ripped my shoe off my foot, cementing it to the floor, I was too distressed to keep up the accent.

On Thursday, we packed up our stuff and cleaned the cabin, then went on our merry way to a family reunion in Wyoming. It was so much fun! We went repelling, and that was awesome. I was slightly worried, because they ran out of real harnesses, so mine was actually two pieces of rope tied together, and then tied around me into a harness. It worked, though! And then I didn't even die when I went over the huge overhang about 100 feet up! After this, we had a parkour competition. Not pro parkour, where you jump off a building then scale a 10 foot wall. This was redneck parkour, where you jump over a lawn mower, then roll under an electric fence. And the whole time, we were blasting music like Eye of the Tiger and Mission Impossible. Because we're just that cool. The next day we did team building activities, with stuff like human knot and food relay races. For the food relay race, I ended up with those horrible cheese peanut butter crackers, that I HATE (no food should be that color), and I ended up with 6 of them in my mouth at once. I was pretty sure I was going to die. But I didn't! We also just hung out, and had a good time in general.

We drove back from the reunion on Monday, ending my week of high adventure. It was so much fun!

Thrilling Thursdays

You have no idea how long it took me to come up with something alliterative for my Thursdays. "Awesome Thursdays? Eventful Thursdays? Those just don't sound as good as something that starts with a Th!"

Anyways.

This summer, I've done something awesomely awesome every Thursday so far. OK, maybe not so awesomely awesome, but at least I've done something other than waste my life away doing absolutely nothing. So far this summer (on Thursdays) I have sung at graduation, gone to the temple (I'm pretty sure that happened on a Thursday), driven home from Wyoming, and been on a date.

So, because Thursday is tomorrow, any ideas on what I should do for it?

The Perils of Parks

Today I was being carefree and partying with friends at at a park. And nobody really needs shoes at parks, right? That was what I thought. So I left my shoes by the swing set, while my friends and I were sitting in the grass a ways away, eating ice cream. After a while of this, I was given the task of tracking down one of our friends who had wandered away. I decided that in my search for him, I could also go get my shoes, because those might be good to have. I was walking back to the swing set, when all of a sudden I stepped on something that hurt like crazy! I fell to the ground saying, "ow, ow, ow, make it stop, ow, ow." There was something on the bottom of my foot that I pulled off, but it left a little tiny thing stuck in my foot, that I couldn't pull out. I hopped on my other foot to go get my shoes, then hopped back to where the rest of my friends were. By this time, it was bright red around where the thing went in, and kind of swollen, and the red area was getting bigger. We decided that the friend I was in search of could wander back to us on his own (he did eventually).

I'm pretty sure I either stepped on a bee, or a poisonous plant that's going to make my foot turn mottled green and black and fall off. Let's hope it was a bee.

My foot was progressively looking worse and worse, so my two of my friends did the fireman's hold and carried me down the hill to the playground, where I sat on the spinny thing while they looked in their cars for first aid kits. They were able to find one, but it had no tweezers, so I couldn't pull the thingy out. We decided I could at least clean it, but the anti-septic wipes were dried out. So was the tube of anti-septic cream. The first aid kit was from 1989.

I live pretty close to the park we were at, so it was decided that one of them would drive me home, I could remove the thing stuck in my foot, and then we could go back and party. But when we got back my mom said, "Agh! Now you need a tetanus shot! I don't know what you stepped on, but it's a puncture wound! Your last tetanus shot was in 1999!" So my friend who drove me home went back to the park and proceeded to have a marvelous time with everyone, while I was stuck at home being lectured on how I should know better than to go barefoot. But my mom found my immunization records, and it turns out I've been immunized since 1999, so at least I didn't need to go get a tetanus shot.

Good news: I never took out whatever it was that got stuck in my foot, but it's stopped hurting, and the redness and swelling is going down!

And that's my adventure for the day.