It's still Wednesday for me, but all my blog readers are in more advanced time zones, so I CAN HAZ POST.
Tonight at Institute, I found out that the YSA Oscars will probably be toward the end of March, so little chance of my presence there. Which is sad. I was hoping to get more use out of my prom dress. Still, that day will come. And I can still be in the movie, so it's all good.
BUT on the 13th (so like, next Saturday), we are going TUBING! Then eating pizza, then having a dance. I will have to find someone who can give me a ride up to Vernon for that, but I'm sure if I asked the Rempels, they'd find me a ride or give me one themselves. I'm really excited because the last time I went tubing, it wasn't a very good experience. And I totally haven't told anyone (except my close close friends) about that experience, but this is a blahg, so I feel like I can delve back into the depths of my traumatic childhood events and give you something to laugh about.
Now, this story only works if you know my family: I was like 9/10 at the time, meaning my brother Connor was 11/12, my sister Beth was 13/14 and my oldest brother Kelley was 15/16. We're all two years apart. Except Connor and I are only 18 months apart. Anyways. We were up at my grandma's for Winter Break - she lives in Sunshine Valley, which ironically, gets TONS of snow in the winter. It's a valley, but it's also up in the mountains (also meaning no cell reception or internet. They've still got dial-up). So my grandma was taking us four kids (and her friend June) up to Whistler to go tubing. Connor and I were outfitted in her and grampy's snow suits. I was the only one small enough at this point to fit into her snow suit. My grandmother is 5'1, you understand.
So anyways, we all piled into the van after a hearty breakfast - I had two pieces of bacon and two full glasses of orange juice. I wasn't feeling well. You see where this is going? My grandma was driving, June was in the front seat because she was an adult (albeit a crazy one). Beth and I were in the middle, with me seated behind the driver's seat. Behind us were Connor and Kelley.
This story is not as entertaining in writing. Because when I tell it in person, I act it out. Still, you'll have to deal. So we're driving. And when we're about ten minutes out of Whistler, I started feeling really hot. Like, insanely warm.
No big deal, I thought. I'll just take off my hat and mittens and unzip my snow suit a little.
So I took off my mittens. I took off my hat. I unzipped my snow suit, which was my fatal mistake. All of a sudden, I could feel two pieces of bacon and two glasses of orange juice rising up my throat, along with whatever other fluids and solids I had in my stomach. I clamped my hand over my mouth, escalating into a panic as my mouth filled with vomit. I looked to my left, but the window in the van wasn't one of those ones that you could open up, even a little. So I leaned forward, trying to get my grandmother to open her window, so I wouldn't have to puke in her van.
My hand was still clamped over my mouth, so I tapped her on the shoulder, then tapped on her window, signaling she should roll down the window, please, so I could vomit over her shoulder. Not the best idea, I grant you, but I thought it was better than the alternative.
"What is it Rissy?" My grandma asked. She still calls me Rissy. Also, Rissy Poo. But I digress.
I tapped again on the window, hoping she would get my point and I could stop holding my vomit in with a hand and tight lips.
"What is it?" She asked again, before, "Spit it out, Rissy."
Obviously my grandma didn't know what was going on, and my siblings were just as confused. It all happened so fast.
I threw up all over myself and the van. Vomit got on the floor, the back of my gran's chair, in my snow suit, in my hair, etc. I will never forget the smell of orange juice upchuck. It's a miracle I still like orange juice - in fact I drank it the morning after this happened, even though I was out with the flu for three days.
My sister was disgusted, cringing away from me. My brothers laughed. My grandma finally understood what had happened. We had to wait until we got to Whistler, at which point, I had to slide out so the vomit wouldn't fall off my lap onto the seat. Then I went to the bathroom in Whistler, and was presented with loads of Tic Tacs and gum. Also, Pepto Bismol, which made me want to throw up, rather than settled my stomach. And I got a new shirt with a cougar on it. I had to change my shirt due to the sick. It was the coolest shirt ever. I would have worn it for years if it hadn't been so poorly made. It was ripped too horribly within a month. I was crushed.
Anyways, we went tubing and then back to my grandma's - I got to ride in the front on the way home, my biggest victory - where I showered and then lay under blankets for a long time.
So I'm hoping that doesn't happen this time I go tubing. That was a long story. But people tell me not to apologize for that, so I won't. But I'm sorry.
ANYWAYS. Today's song is, um... Gosh, I hadn't really thought that far. I didn't even plan on telling that story. But I feel better having told it.
Also, another problem with the tubing/pizza/dance thing is that I can't dance right after I eat. I have to wait a few hours or I start to feel sick when I dance, then end up sitting out, which really makes my friends angry. But I only just figured out the reason for my sick feeling when dancing, and I haven't been to many dances since this discovery in order to correct it.
I realize this blog post makes me seem sickly, as if I get sick all the time. But that's not the case. I get the flu once every 3-4 years, always in the winter. I had it twice in high school, once in grade 8 (over Winter Break) and once in grade 12 (totally puked in the hallway after gym class. Which sucks, because when I was in grade six, every kid puked in the halls at least once. I wanted to be the one kid from that class NEVER to puke in public. But the bathroom was too far away. The closest bathroom to me would have been super close, but it was locked, so I had to go downstairs, to the other side of the school, and it just didn't work out too well.) As for other illnesses, I get colds maybe once a year, but only for a week. Except last year I got a sinus infection from Jaeson and I was not pleased.
The song is Linger by the Cranberries because I love it, and because it was the first song I saw when I switched to iTunes. :)
I'm not going to do the countdowns today, because I have NFI what the progress is on those. Also, because I'm too lazy to check. But have a lovely Thursday.
Shoshana and Alex: I'll call you both around 10:30 your time.
PS Sorry again for the HUGE amount of writing I did.
Tonight at Institute, I found out that the YSA Oscars will probably be toward the end of March, so little chance of my presence there. Which is sad. I was hoping to get more use out of my prom dress. Still, that day will come. And I can still be in the movie, so it's all good.
BUT on the 13th (so like, next Saturday), we are going TUBING! Then eating pizza, then having a dance. I will have to find someone who can give me a ride up to Vernon for that, but I'm sure if I asked the Rempels, they'd find me a ride or give me one themselves. I'm really excited because the last time I went tubing, it wasn't a very good experience. And I totally haven't told anyone (except my close close friends) about that experience, but this is a blahg, so I feel like I can delve back into the depths of my traumatic childhood events and give you something to laugh about.
Now, this story only works if you know my family: I was like 9/10 at the time, meaning my brother Connor was 11/12, my sister Beth was 13/14 and my oldest brother Kelley was 15/16. We're all two years apart. Except Connor and I are only 18 months apart. Anyways. We were up at my grandma's for Winter Break - she lives in Sunshine Valley, which ironically, gets TONS of snow in the winter. It's a valley, but it's also up in the mountains (also meaning no cell reception or internet. They've still got dial-up). So my grandma was taking us four kids (and her friend June) up to Whistler to go tubing. Connor and I were outfitted in her and grampy's snow suits. I was the only one small enough at this point to fit into her snow suit. My grandmother is 5'1, you understand.
So anyways, we all piled into the van after a hearty breakfast - I had two pieces of bacon and two full glasses of orange juice. I wasn't feeling well. You see where this is going? My grandma was driving, June was in the front seat because she was an adult (albeit a crazy one). Beth and I were in the middle, with me seated behind the driver's seat. Behind us were Connor and Kelley.
This story is not as entertaining in writing. Because when I tell it in person, I act it out. Still, you'll have to deal. So we're driving. And when we're about ten minutes out of Whistler, I started feeling really hot. Like, insanely warm.
No big deal, I thought. I'll just take off my hat and mittens and unzip my snow suit a little.
So I took off my mittens. I took off my hat. I unzipped my snow suit, which was my fatal mistake. All of a sudden, I could feel two pieces of bacon and two glasses of orange juice rising up my throat, along with whatever other fluids and solids I had in my stomach. I clamped my hand over my mouth, escalating into a panic as my mouth filled with vomit. I looked to my left, but the window in the van wasn't one of those ones that you could open up, even a little. So I leaned forward, trying to get my grandmother to open her window, so I wouldn't have to puke in her van.
My hand was still clamped over my mouth, so I tapped her on the shoulder, then tapped on her window, signaling she should roll down the window, please, so I could vomit over her shoulder. Not the best idea, I grant you, but I thought it was better than the alternative.
"What is it Rissy?" My grandma asked. She still calls me Rissy. Also, Rissy Poo. But I digress.
I tapped again on the window, hoping she would get my point and I could stop holding my vomit in with a hand and tight lips.
"What is it?" She asked again, before, "Spit it out, Rissy."
Obviously my grandma didn't know what was going on, and my siblings were just as confused. It all happened so fast.
I threw up all over myself and the van. Vomit got on the floor, the back of my gran's chair, in my snow suit, in my hair, etc. I will never forget the smell of orange juice upchuck. It's a miracle I still like orange juice - in fact I drank it the morning after this happened, even though I was out with the flu for three days.
My sister was disgusted, cringing away from me. My brothers laughed. My grandma finally understood what had happened. We had to wait until we got to Whistler, at which point, I had to slide out so the vomit wouldn't fall off my lap onto the seat. Then I went to the bathroom in Whistler, and was presented with loads of Tic Tacs and gum. Also, Pepto Bismol, which made me want to throw up, rather than settled my stomach. And I got a new shirt with a cougar on it. I had to change my shirt due to the sick. It was the coolest shirt ever. I would have worn it for years if it hadn't been so poorly made. It was ripped too horribly within a month. I was crushed.
Anyways, we went tubing and then back to my grandma's - I got to ride in the front on the way home, my biggest victory - where I showered and then lay under blankets for a long time.
So I'm hoping that doesn't happen this time I go tubing. That was a long story. But people tell me not to apologize for that, so I won't. But I'm sorry.
ANYWAYS. Today's song is, um... Gosh, I hadn't really thought that far. I didn't even plan on telling that story. But I feel better having told it.
Also, another problem with the tubing/pizza/dance thing is that I can't dance right after I eat. I have to wait a few hours or I start to feel sick when I dance, then end up sitting out, which really makes my friends angry. But I only just figured out the reason for my sick feeling when dancing, and I haven't been to many dances since this discovery in order to correct it.
I realize this blog post makes me seem sickly, as if I get sick all the time. But that's not the case. I get the flu once every 3-4 years, always in the winter. I had it twice in high school, once in grade 8 (over Winter Break) and once in grade 12 (totally puked in the hallway after gym class. Which sucks, because when I was in grade six, every kid puked in the halls at least once. I wanted to be the one kid from that class NEVER to puke in public. But the bathroom was too far away. The closest bathroom to me would have been super close, but it was locked, so I had to go downstairs, to the other side of the school, and it just didn't work out too well.) As for other illnesses, I get colds maybe once a year, but only for a week. Except last year I got a sinus infection from Jaeson and I was not pleased.
The song is Linger by the Cranberries because I love it, and because it was the first song I saw when I switched to iTunes. :)
I'm not going to do the countdowns today, because I have NFI what the progress is on those. Also, because I'm too lazy to check. But have a lovely Thursday.
Shoshana and Alex: I'll call you both around 10:30 your time.
PS Sorry again for the HUGE amount of writing I did.
