This one is a doosey. It contains a lot of stuff. Bare with us.
A few weeks ago, I took this picture off the TV screen.
Friday, we went to the Midnight Rodeo. We took Okankwo, as he had never been. Before we get there:
“They do country dancing there. Do you know how to line dance?” -Albert
“Yeah, I teach you.”-Okankwo’s sarcasm never fails.
We get there. All of the times I have gone to the rodeo, there is a large group of Whataberger employees. We usually form a mob on the dance floor when they decide to play hip hop. This time, we were a small group: Tommy, Beatrice, Albert, Edwin and myself. A group of various aged older women decided to dance in our circle. We took turns dancing in the middle. They kept encouraging Okankwo to get in the middle and dance. Tommy leans over to me, “I think they think he’s regular black…which is totally different.” We had a great time. Beatrice taught Okankwo to two step:
The DJ plays “Teach me how to Doug E”. The older women come back to dance with us. One woman and I are singing and dancing next to each other. However, she thinks the only words of the song are “teach me how to dance.”
Sunday, I do my first explosive pretend job. I am shaking when I have to arm the gun. Even though this is a training detonator and nothing is actually going to explode, and I am not actually going to get fired if something bad happens, I definitely felt the heat of being around this stuff. It was no help that SoccerDad was standing by to make fun of me. The trunk monkeys (My class of 7 people.) have a new “game”. This game could use its own post, and I may give it one later. For now, all you need to know is that we try to flip each other off whenever possible. (Example: “Hey, Jake wanted me to tell you…” *finger*.) I did a sub par job connecting two wires in a special connector thing. I had to cut them and get another special connector thing. While I am doing this, SoccerDad says, “Hey, I have an extra one.” I look up just in time to encounter his finger. Well played.
Some of you may remember BurmeseMan from my very first pretend job. He is known for memorable miscommunications like “suck it” and “catfish” when he was actually saying circuit and cartridge. BurmeseMan was my instructor during my job. I must say, I enjoyed him much more than I did in previous encounters. BurmeseMan carries nail clippers on his key chain. He uses them for cutting a particular wire. BurmeseMan also has super strength fingers. This particular type of wire has a plastic insulator over the regular insulator. The plastic must be stripped, and then two wires severed from each other. It is pretty tricky, but BurmeseMan does it with ease. “You all too young. Weak fingers.”
Saturday, I went to and from Dallas. I spent the day with my sister. My sister blogs. Check her out! http://homespunpowerhouse.wordpress.com/
We went to the Deep Ellum outdoor market. I picked up a CD from Daniel Chrysler. It happened like this: Laila gets a free dubstep CD from some t shirt vendor. Laila then walks over to where the live music is. The guy playing calls her out, “How many free CD’s have you gotten today?” Laila feels caught off guard, “Just this one.” Daniel, “Would you like to pay for one?” Me, “I would, but I don’t have any cash.” Daniel, “Who comes to an outdoor market without cash?!” Daniel lets me take a CD despite my lack of planning. Check em out! http://www.facebook.com/#!/danielchrysler.
Not since the great ID offense double ticket doosey thanksgiving catastrophe of 2008 have I received a speeding ticket. (Not counting photo radar bull crap. Have fun serving me, Tempe. This car is registered 1200 miles away, suckaa.) However, I was pulled over. “I reduced your speed to 80 to keep this off your record.” “Great, thank you.” Big girls pay their speeding tickets. Also, for the first time, I was not upset at getting a ticket. Mainly because every ticket I have gotten in the past has been detrimental to my budget. This time, I just looked at the officer and thought “Thanks for doing your job.”
On the way home, I got pulled over again. Got a second speeding ticket. When it rains, it pours.