So...Wow...i haven't blogged in a week. I guess i have conquered the addiction and proven that i can stop anytime. Even more suprising is that it isn't that i haven't had anything to say, i have just been really busy. I know...hard to imagine me busy, but it's true. I know it's shocking. Well, since i haven't blogged in so long, i just wanted to warn you that this might be a pretty long one.
On Saturday, my dad got shipped out to New York to help with the flooding. Well, as you all well know, my parents have been remodelling their bathroom for about....eternity. Well, Friday before he left, he worked on it for a while, but it is still no where near done. (**Tip: if you want to remodel a bathroom, save up your money and hire a professional that can have it done in a weekend**) Well, before he left there was a problem with a little leaky pipe, but they fixed it, and he was on his way. They obviously didn't fix it very well because Sunday night after church i got a call telling me that our house was flooded, and we needed to get home. This started a deja vu of a certain closet flooding incident from school. Anyway, Charles and i were supposed to go over to a friend's house, but we went home to see if there was anything we could do...there wasn't, so we were back on our way out. The guy that has been helping my dad fix the bathroom came and turned off the water to the whole house while we were gone. Trust me, not having water can be pretty nasty.
Well, on monday, the guy came over to fix it so Charles had to call off work so he could help. Normally, I wouldn't care whether or not Charles works, but i really wanted to go see fireworks in Conneaut with some friends. So i was glad he called off. We went to see the fireworks, and they were awesome. Pretty much the best fireworks display i have ever seen. And i had a blast hanging out with Charles, Krissy, and Tom. We stayed at Krissy and Tom's house and talked for about an hour after the fireworks were over. The only spot on this pretty much perfect evening was a super creepy guy that wouldn't stop talking to me the whole time we were watching fireworks. He had to be at least 40. When he found out i wasn't from around there he decided to give me a history of the town. We were hoping that once the display started he would be content to sit and watch the fireworks and let us do the same, but nope, he insisted on telling us pretty much every detail of the show. Why is it every creepy guy on this planet feels totally comfortable talking to me? We did discover that the more we talked amongst ourselves...the less he talked to us, so we did a lot of talking.
After the great show on Monday, we went to our church on Tuesday to watch the fireworks that are shot off nearby...and once again, they did not disappoint. It was again the worst fireworks display in all of PA. I mean when you have the same four fireworks shot off over and over for about 15 minutes, it is a little boring. And as for a "grand finale," they shot off about six fireworks at the same time, and then it was over. But it was fun hanging out and talking to people.
So obviously no one cares one way or another about mint ice cream!