Recap! (With A Wee Bit Of Future…)

I apologize for the lack of actual written posts over the last couple days. I’ve been so busy and tired that I’ve sort of just put it off. But tonight I’m here, I’m makin’ the effort, and…yeah.

So the Fourth was okay. I worked until 9:00, then I came home and chowed down on some hamburgers. The Hochuli family came over and we shot off some fireworks. Ours were rather unimpressive compared to all the stuff going off around us. I’m amazed at how much money some people spend on blowing up stuff. Crazy.

The last firework of the night (and the biggest one) was the only one we had any problems with. I went out and lit it, and the first couple shots went up in the air and blew up into pretty colors and it was all fine and dandy. Then it fell over. I realized this about half of a second after it shot a canister directly at our neighbors garage door and exploded, sending beautiful purple sparks flying all over their house. The next shot went towards our other neighbor, and this was when I finally decided that standing about fifteen feet away might not be a good idea. I shouted “Run!” to Arielle and Betsy and we took off for the neighbor’s yard. And a good thing too, because the next fiery red one hit the pick-up truck we had been standing by. Anyway, we all made it through the night without injury, so I guess it turned out ok.

Until this morning.

Marshall and Maddie wanted me to shoot off their parachutes so they could catch them and then play with them. I wandered outside (with sweats and an undershirt and no shoes and only half-awake) and shot them off without incident. I laid the punk down on the ground, then went and grabbed the two empty canisters. As I started walking back to the house, I failed to remember where it was that I put the punk out until right about the time that I placed my left foot on the still partially lit remains.

I now have burn marks all over my left foot and a slight limp to go along with them.

Tomorrow should be a welcome change from the normal go to work, go home and sleep, go back to work cycle. After I get off work I’m heaading down to Matthew’s aunt’s house for some swimming and maybe some four wheeling. Should be fun.

In other news, I got accepted to the Honors Scholars Program at JBU! Yay! I have to change my schedule around a bit. Get this. While all you poor little high schoolers get up at 7:00 (or earlier) and head off to school till 3:30 or so, I will be (on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday) crawling out of bed around 10:30, hanging out till lunchtime, and then finally going to class at noon. Oh, and I’m done with classes at four.

Psh. And the counselors say that eighteen hours is way too much. Try CPLS!!

Well, I think I’m done here. I’m going to go to bed so I’ll be able to get back out tomorrow morning for work. Hopefully in the morning my foot won’t feel like it has been soaked in hairspray and lit on fire like it does right now.

Toodles.