2 Days 'til Scandi Fest!
Today was just a normal day; then I woke up. All I remember was rolling over in my over-heated bed, seeing 7:30 plastered on my alarm clock, and groaning to myself in the realization that I had to wake up in half an hour. I rolled back over, pushing my face into my pillow and grunting something to myself about how this must just be a dream; not happening! The sun was coming through the blinds on my windows, casting a nice, bright, pattern on my ceiling. I'm sure that at that time I was wishing it was still dark outside.
About 15 minutes later, still half asleep, my mother waltzed into my room, announcing that breakfast was being made: blenna (or something like that... they are like crapes). I decided that it was finally time to pull myself out of bed and attempt to eat something. For the past few weeks, that has become a struggle. I finnaly sat up and swung my feet onto the floor, making sure that I was fully aware of my surroundings before I actually stood up straight.
Still grogy and tired, I walked over to the kitchen, which smelled like cooking with every step that I took. It smelled something like pancakes, but much, much more appetizing. I entered the kitchen too see my 76 year old grandma making me breakfast, which made me feel somewhat lazy, but hey, I was tired.
My grandma is the stereotypical grandma, except better. She's a short, plump lady, with curly gray hair and glasses. She's the kind of grandma who bakes for all of her grandkids, at least, when she's not 1500 miles away in Colorado. She doesn't have much money, but she makes do with what she has. She has a small house in Sterling, Colorado; 2 bedrooms, one bath, a living room, and one very tiny kitchen. Most of the time it's not noticable, unless there happens to be about 20 people in the house, then it becomes a little bit crammed. She's lived there since before my grandpa died, which was at least 17 years ago.
Oh, and did I mention that she has 11 kids; well, 12 if you count Marlene, who died when she was 18. There's Brenda, Georgianna, Annette, Sonny, Mark, Tommy, Linda, Sissy, Cheryl, Jerry, and my mom, Liz. Most of my extended family is spread throughout the country, from east to west, north to south, all over. I have about 57 family members, including first cousins, second cousins, and all of my aunts and uncles. That doesn't count the spouses of my older cousins, so you can imagine that family reunions are huge.
So I began to feel less lazy when I realized that my grandma is totally used to cooking food for people, she did it for the majority of her life. Breakfast was a challenge, because I don't like breakfast in the first place, and I was not particularly hungry. Blenna and grape juice, what a wonderful combination that was. I finished breakfast and prepared mysefl to go in and work at Scandi fest for the majority of the morning.
I drove to town, blasting Billy Joel songs for the whole world to hear, while yawning and wishing I was still in bed. I arrived at Festival park at 9:00 AM sharp, and began a short search for Debbie, the mother of a friend whom I was working for today. For the first hour or so I was there, I was moving signposts and and other things around the small downtown area of Junction City, which is currently closed to traffic. I saw people I knew, and people I didn't, and watched my dad climb a pole; which proved to be entertaining to say the least.
After an hour or so of moving signs, I volunteered to climb up onto a dusty shelf to retrieve boxes for the people at the community booth. At around 10:45 I went back to my house, cleaned up and went to lunch with my mom, brother, and grandma at the Olive Garden. Then we drove into Springfield to pick up my files from the place I work, and back home. From there, I left to go back to Festival and do more work.
I spent the next hour or so putting up halogen lights down at the Mall platform, and decided that I was way too tired to do any more work, so I crashed at a friend's house for a couple of hours.
I didn't really sleep that much, but I felt better. So after my nap, I went back to festival to wash off tables and chairs, which inevitably led to a water fight, and lots of wet clothes. Then to Dairy Queen for a chicken strip basket, and home to dry clothes. So the day was full of things to do... tomorrow will most likely be the same.
About 15 minutes later, still half asleep, my mother waltzed into my room, announcing that breakfast was being made: blenna (or something like that... they are like crapes). I decided that it was finally time to pull myself out of bed and attempt to eat something. For the past few weeks, that has become a struggle. I finnaly sat up and swung my feet onto the floor, making sure that I was fully aware of my surroundings before I actually stood up straight.
Still grogy and tired, I walked over to the kitchen, which smelled like cooking with every step that I took. It smelled something like pancakes, but much, much more appetizing. I entered the kitchen too see my 76 year old grandma making me breakfast, which made me feel somewhat lazy, but hey, I was tired.
My grandma is the stereotypical grandma, except better. She's a short, plump lady, with curly gray hair and glasses. She's the kind of grandma who bakes for all of her grandkids, at least, when she's not 1500 miles away in Colorado. She doesn't have much money, but she makes do with what she has. She has a small house in Sterling, Colorado; 2 bedrooms, one bath, a living room, and one very tiny kitchen. Most of the time it's not noticable, unless there happens to be about 20 people in the house, then it becomes a little bit crammed. She's lived there since before my grandpa died, which was at least 17 years ago.
Oh, and did I mention that she has 11 kids; well, 12 if you count Marlene, who died when she was 18. There's Brenda, Georgianna, Annette, Sonny, Mark, Tommy, Linda, Sissy, Cheryl, Jerry, and my mom, Liz. Most of my extended family is spread throughout the country, from east to west, north to south, all over. I have about 57 family members, including first cousins, second cousins, and all of my aunts and uncles. That doesn't count the spouses of my older cousins, so you can imagine that family reunions are huge.
So I began to feel less lazy when I realized that my grandma is totally used to cooking food for people, she did it for the majority of her life. Breakfast was a challenge, because I don't like breakfast in the first place, and I was not particularly hungry. Blenna and grape juice, what a wonderful combination that was. I finished breakfast and prepared mysefl to go in and work at Scandi fest for the majority of the morning.
I drove to town, blasting Billy Joel songs for the whole world to hear, while yawning and wishing I was still in bed. I arrived at Festival park at 9:00 AM sharp, and began a short search for Debbie, the mother of a friend whom I was working for today. For the first hour or so I was there, I was moving signposts and and other things around the small downtown area of Junction City, which is currently closed to traffic. I saw people I knew, and people I didn't, and watched my dad climb a pole; which proved to be entertaining to say the least.
After an hour or so of moving signs, I volunteered to climb up onto a dusty shelf to retrieve boxes for the people at the community booth. At around 10:45 I went back to my house, cleaned up and went to lunch with my mom, brother, and grandma at the Olive Garden. Then we drove into Springfield to pick up my files from the place I work, and back home. From there, I left to go back to Festival and do more work.
I spent the next hour or so putting up halogen lights down at the Mall platform, and decided that I was way too tired to do any more work, so I crashed at a friend's house for a couple of hours.
I didn't really sleep that much, but I felt better. So after my nap, I went back to festival to wash off tables and chairs, which inevitably led to a water fight, and lots of wet clothes. Then to Dairy Queen for a chicken strip basket, and home to dry clothes. So the day was full of things to do... tomorrow will most likely be the same.
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