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Day 1039: Bombs and barns and other things
Aug. 5th, 2012 12:58 pmSo it's been two weeks since I last posted. This is for a number of reasons - one: last Sunday, we were out of town until pretty late, and since this is Idaho where we were out of town there was no wireless internet for me to jack into so I could post. Also, I had a fight with my mom, and since I know she occasionally reads this thing it seemed impolitic to post while angry, knowing I'd get over it and regret my words later.
I can't decide if there's something cowardly, unethical, or perhaps prudent about self-editing one's own journal. Granted, said journal is on the internet, but there are such things as privacy settings, and really, why shouldn't I be allowed to freak out in my own journal? That's what journals are for, right? Maybe right, and maybe wrong. Suffice it to say, my mother and I have differing opinions on what sort of man my husband is and whether he's putting forth sufficient effort to get into grad school and other things, and my mother thought the best way to get what she wanted out of my husband was through me, which was probably the worst way. We have come to a truce (we don't talk about Cody on the phone and she has ceased trying to use me to get to him) and now we talk on the phone often and things between us are probably about as good as they were before dad had heart trouble earlier this year.
Last weekend was awesome. Why? Because we were out in the wilds. Highlights as follows:
1. Horse riding. Awesome. Super good times. One of Cody's karate students was raised on a paso fino horse farm, so he took us home with him to visit his family, and we got to go horse riding. Haven't actually ridden a horse ever (when I was a kid and we went riding I was so small they had to give me a pony), so it was super fun. We had some trouble trying to find me a saddle with stirrups that were short enough for tiny me, but it was good times.
2. Shooting/exploding things. We spent epic time with our guns. I'm getting better with my pistol, I think, and have about made it to the point where I can hit a man-sized target from, like, fifteen yards or something, 7 times out of 10. So...I can defend myself with my pistol, because it would take about seven rounds of .22 to actually put a guy down. Also, we built mini-bombs out of empty CO2 cartridges and blew up some old broken electronics (a vacuum, two printers, and a computer monitor - it was like vicariously blowing up my old office job). And I got to shoot a fifty cal. That thing kicked, but not as bad as Cody's shotgun. We were firing at a target about a thousand yards away, and none of us really came close to hitting it, but it was super fun, and that's what counts.
3. Rodeo! We went to the Preston Night Rodeo, which is apparently ranked 75 out of 600 PRCA rodeos in the nation. We watched the girl win the barrel race, watched the bull riding and bronc riding, and because it was at night there were fireworks! They had really cool trick riders, a family of siblings, the oldest about nineteen, the youngest all of seven. The best part was totally the mutton busting. The kid who won managed to hang onto a sheep that charged all the way across the arena and back again. It was hilarious. If we're in a rodeo area when I have kids, I will let them do mutton busting.
Bull riding is less of an option for my kids. Seriously.
4. Rappelling. We went rappelling down the side of a barn. Seems kind of lame, even though the barn was three stories high, but it was awesome, because that meant we could run back and forth across the front of the barn and do flips on the rope! The people who owned the barn let us wander all over the place. Their dad collects old wood all year and in the summers he builds stuff. They had a super epic tree house with a spiral staircase up and a zip line or a slide to get down, and then an entire jungle fortress of rickety rope bridges, wood bridges, wood platforms, gazebos, and cabins. It was super cool. We had an awesome time last weekend.
This week I was down in Salt Lake for some training, because I am apparently picking up a new job at work (and will, to my relief, be released some of my old duties). I was pretty excited to go, because I like learning new things. I was less excited once I learned how things might be. Like...my boss wasn't kidding about how much the guy at the corporate office could be kind of a drama queen. On the other hand, I'm starting to get a sense that my big boss has a tendency of telling people things to make them happy and then informing us we have to learn to do something horribly complicated in a short time to make the customers happy. So...there was some awkwardness at the start of my training when crazy happened, but I learned, and I made some friends, and I got to see my sister and her family, so that was awesome.
Cody and I celebrated our nine-month anniversary by having gyros and seeing the new Spider-Man movie. I didn't like the movie as much as I liked Batman, but Spider-Man was funny, and I genuinely enjoyed that.
Today is my brother-in-law's birthday, so there will be some fun happening. Here's to a new week.
I can't decide if there's something cowardly, unethical, or perhaps prudent about self-editing one's own journal. Granted, said journal is on the internet, but there are such things as privacy settings, and really, why shouldn't I be allowed to freak out in my own journal? That's what journals are for, right? Maybe right, and maybe wrong. Suffice it to say, my mother and I have differing opinions on what sort of man my husband is and whether he's putting forth sufficient effort to get into grad school and other things, and my mother thought the best way to get what she wanted out of my husband was through me, which was probably the worst way. We have come to a truce (we don't talk about Cody on the phone and she has ceased trying to use me to get to him) and now we talk on the phone often and things between us are probably about as good as they were before dad had heart trouble earlier this year.
Last weekend was awesome. Why? Because we were out in the wilds. Highlights as follows:
1. Horse riding. Awesome. Super good times. One of Cody's karate students was raised on a paso fino horse farm, so he took us home with him to visit his family, and we got to go horse riding. Haven't actually ridden a horse ever (when I was a kid and we went riding I was so small they had to give me a pony), so it was super fun. We had some trouble trying to find me a saddle with stirrups that were short enough for tiny me, but it was good times.
2. Shooting/exploding things. We spent epic time with our guns. I'm getting better with my pistol, I think, and have about made it to the point where I can hit a man-sized target from, like, fifteen yards or something, 7 times out of 10. So...I can defend myself with my pistol, because it would take about seven rounds of .22 to actually put a guy down. Also, we built mini-bombs out of empty CO2 cartridges and blew up some old broken electronics (a vacuum, two printers, and a computer monitor - it was like vicariously blowing up my old office job). And I got to shoot a fifty cal. That thing kicked, but not as bad as Cody's shotgun. We were firing at a target about a thousand yards away, and none of us really came close to hitting it, but it was super fun, and that's what counts.
3. Rodeo! We went to the Preston Night Rodeo, which is apparently ranked 75 out of 600 PRCA rodeos in the nation. We watched the girl win the barrel race, watched the bull riding and bronc riding, and because it was at night there were fireworks! They had really cool trick riders, a family of siblings, the oldest about nineteen, the youngest all of seven. The best part was totally the mutton busting. The kid who won managed to hang onto a sheep that charged all the way across the arena and back again. It was hilarious. If we're in a rodeo area when I have kids, I will let them do mutton busting.
Bull riding is less of an option for my kids. Seriously.
4. Rappelling. We went rappelling down the side of a barn. Seems kind of lame, even though the barn was three stories high, but it was awesome, because that meant we could run back and forth across the front of the barn and do flips on the rope! The people who owned the barn let us wander all over the place. Their dad collects old wood all year and in the summers he builds stuff. They had a super epic tree house with a spiral staircase up and a zip line or a slide to get down, and then an entire jungle fortress of rickety rope bridges, wood bridges, wood platforms, gazebos, and cabins. It was super cool. We had an awesome time last weekend.
This week I was down in Salt Lake for some training, because I am apparently picking up a new job at work (and will, to my relief, be released some of my old duties). I was pretty excited to go, because I like learning new things. I was less excited once I learned how things might be. Like...my boss wasn't kidding about how much the guy at the corporate office could be kind of a drama queen. On the other hand, I'm starting to get a sense that my big boss has a tendency of telling people things to make them happy and then informing us we have to learn to do something horribly complicated in a short time to make the customers happy. So...there was some awkwardness at the start of my training when crazy happened, but I learned, and I made some friends, and I got to see my sister and her family, so that was awesome.
Cody and I celebrated our nine-month anniversary by having gyros and seeing the new Spider-Man movie. I didn't like the movie as much as I liked Batman, but Spider-Man was funny, and I genuinely enjoyed that.
Today is my brother-in-law's birthday, so there will be some fun happening. Here's to a new week.
