Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Busy Bee

I have so much on my plate right now. So much coming up. Events, life decisions....some fun, some not so fun.

In the immediate future is the replacement of my stolen car. In the even more immediate future is the first of my 7 exams for getting my architecture license. This blog may turn into a story about my love/hate relationship with the ARE. We shall see.

Look for the stolen car story soon. I've been telling so many people the story, that I should jsut get it written down and refer people here so I don't have to retell it. My friends told me I should print it out on a postcard to hand out to people when they ask. I don't think a postcard is big enough. It's a long story.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Published!

I was in Parachutist this month. I've been in it before, but this time was extra special, because it was in a "new teams" feature, and it was a GREAT picture of my 4-way team.



I love that team. And even though Chris isn't here anymore, we're still excited for the season.

We even came in 2nd in our first competition of the season. :) Off to a great start!

Loss

I lost a good friend a couple of weeks ago. He was always someone that I thought I could depend on, who would do anything for anyone. He did a lot for the dropzone, and had so many friends. When he first passes, all that anyone thought was how much he'd be missed.


And then the truth came out. And it was ugly. Very, very ugly.


And now I don't know what to think. This person, this teamate, who I thought I really knew, was a virtual stranger. Nothing could have prepared me for the truth. And I still don't know what to believe. The Chris I knew would never do this. Wouldn't keep this from people. Wouldn't HURT other people. Who is this Chris? This Chris that passed so suddenly, without warning, and left all these secrets to be found?


Regardless of who he was, I'll still miss him. I'll do my best to remember the good things and forget the bad. But as easy as that is to say, its so so hard to do. Why is that? Why are the bad things the things that you remember? The stories that are easier to tell? Why?


I'll miss you Chris.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Memories

I was lying in bed tonight and you popped into my mind. I don't know why. I don't know where from.

But I wanted to say happy belated birthday.

How did we go from being so incredibly in love to not even speaking?
What changed?



Was it all my fault?

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Bus Etiquette

An open letter to some inconsiderate bus riders:

To the woman who chose to pay her ENTIRE $1.35 fare in nickels. NICKELS!:
Please wait and get on at the end of the line. We don't want to have to wait in the rain while you put your coins in one. by. one. Or then fight with the dollar bill machine because it doesn't want to accept your wrinkly, wet, squishy, half torn dollar bill. Its just not fair to the rest of us SMART PEOPLE with a bus pass or Smart Trip. Its really not. It was raining today, and silly me decided to straighten my hair. Curly, frizzy hair and rain don't mix. Its really not a pleasant sight.

To the man who got on the bus promptly, and then stood at the front of the bus, surveying every open seat before choosing one:
Just pick one! They're all the same! And if you must deliberate over which seat you're wanting to put your khaki'd ass in, you could at least move to the side so all us non-caring types can move by you and take a seat. Preferably the one that you were eyeing. You're holding everyone up- people cant get by you, which means that people are waiting behind those people to even get on the bus, which still leaves people standing in the rain. And then the bus can't move. And mothers and fathers on the bus who want to get home to their kids and spouses start whining. And bad things happen I tell you! So move. Please, please just pick a seat.

That's the end of my rant. For today.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Jumpy Jumpy!

Membership jumps are only $10 this weekend!! Whoo hooo!!!! I'm going to be jumping my little ass off. With the occasional pack job or two or three to support my habit. Now if only this dreadful thing they call "Friday" would just come and go, I'll be all set!!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Puerto Rico

I realize I haven't been the best at this whole blogging thing. I'm usually really good at thinking about writing, but really bad about the following through part. I'll try to get better, especially as the spring comes around and I'm jumping more and learning more and hopefully having more to write about. There's been lots of developments in my life too (boy!) which I'm excited about, so I think I'll have some decent material.


I'm not even going to try to get caught up with everything that's been going on over the past few months, I'm just going to talk about last week. Because it was one of my most favoritist awesomeist superist weeks EVER (yeah, that's right, it was bad-grammar-is-acceptable good). Even better than last year. Think 300+ jumpers, 2 super otters, a huge landing area, beach jumps every night, and parties parties and more parties. That's right: the Puerto Rico boogie.


I'm just going to talk about the basics for now. I'll try to do some each day. It was a long trip and there's a lot to write about. First, a teaser:


Me and 5 of my good friends (one of whom is "TheBoy" (who I realize needs a clever nickname like Daisy's BISMOW)) all traveled together to Arecibo, PR for the local drop zone's annual Puerto Rico Freefall Festival. This year's theme was "life is like a Caribbean carnival" but it was kind of irrelevant, because they really don't do anything theme related, except on the boogie shirts. Last year's theme was "pirates of the Caribbean." Pointless I tell you.


We were supposed to stay in a 4 bedroom house on the beach, but don't even get me started on that debacle. Long story short, we got conned, lost a whole lotta money (which I'm still trying to recover), and wound up staying in a "villa" on a "campground." Let me be the first to tell you that you get what you pay for when it comes to lodging in PR. Our shower was heated up from a box with pipes on the wall. You couldn't use the kitchen sink and the shower simultaneously (but the bathroom sink was fine?). We locked ourselves out when we dead bolted the door, which can only be unlocked with a key from both inside and out (hello fire code!), and used a so-not-OSHA-approved ladder from the construction site next door to try to break in from our balcony. Speaking of construction, our lovely construction crew was our 6am wake-up call every morning. Glorious. Some of the good things about this place? The balcony. The fact that 2 other villas were occupied by other jumpers that we knew (and by we, I mean me....as in I hooked up with and consequently dated one of them for a while after last year's boogie)(needless to say TheBoy wasn't too thrilled that "last year's boy" was there). The fact that it was ON THE BEACH. That it was only 15 minutes from the drop zone. That it had a full size fridge for all of our alcohol...I mean food... And the fact that we spent only about 7 hours a day there, and most of it was sleeping.
Tomorrow: more pictures, food, and the first few days before the boogie (read: scandalousness!)