day 210
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When I was a kid, I used to dig in the trashcans and take out all the empty toilet paper rolls and tissue boxes; I begged my parents to keep egg cartons and mailing boxes ... one could say I had an obsession. I would cut, tape, glue, paint all the cardboard to build forts and castles and even houses for my dolls. Today my little sister, Moriah, and I took a giant box and transformed it into a "tree" house. It's complete with doors, windows, and even a shelf (that can hold the weight of a very fat cat); and the sign on the front door says, "Lauren & Moriah's tree house - no boys allowed (except Matt)". Moriah made the sign and I didn't even ask her to allow my boyfriend in the secret clubhouse!
Also today we went to a garage sale, where I purchased a few trinkets and we got this spy notebook so after bringing the fort inside from the rain threatening to come down, we snuck some snacks and went to reading up on spy operations. And that is all I am allowed to reveal to you; the rest--top secret stuff.
Yesterday my family (minus my brothers because they are away at camp) went to the air show! The guys at my dad's work had a cook out set up, complete with bad country music (sorry people, I'm not the biggest fan of country), greasy food, and awkward standing around while the adults talked about who knows what.
I had been pretty bummed out because I had forgotten to bring my telephoto lens (I always forget that darn thing when I need it the most), but after Matt slapping some sense into me (via a nice text message) I started to enjoy myself and now looking back, I'm actually happy I used my 50mm because, I won't even lie, the photos turned out kind of awesome.
Watching the planes make close calls and crazy flips was pretty astounding. My sensitive stomach definitely would not be able to take it, though I think it would be really awesome to fly through the sky like those pilots do. Matt's dad is a pilot, and even though he doesn't fly fast jets like the airplanes we saw at the air show, I can't imagine how hard it would be to actually fly a plane. But then again, a lot of people fly planes here in Alaska and you can even get your pilot license while you're still in high school (I'm unsure of the age, but I think it's sixteen), so perhaps it's not too hard.
I ended up having a really great time at the air show. It was a beautifully sunny day (I don't know how the military manages to have the air show on sunny days every single year) and my parents and I (Moriah hid in the car because of the loud noises) had a lot of fun laughing and enjoying all the cool airplanes!
How did you spend your weekend?
day 209
My mom, sister, and I met up with our dad at work (my mom's husband ... gotta keep the sentence grammatically correct) to watch the airshow. My dad kindly modeled for me while his co-workers secretly made fun of him over grilling hot dogs and old country music (thanks, Dad). (I'll try to have a full post up about it tomorrow as this photo ended up taking over nearly my entire evening, and boy to I have some cool photos to share!)
My dad has been in the military for twenty years and has more stories than could ever be told (partly because he's not allowed to tell some of them) and is the funniest and smartest person I know. I hope my husband is as great as my dad is to my mom and us kids. I love you Daddy!
