Memories from Washington

I have this notebook. It's been good to me as I wrote journal entries for my government class, or took notes on Victor Hugo for my humanities class, or doodled in it when I couldn't concentrate. But now I use it for notes in my Earth Science class...and it's falling apart.

On the final page of this notebook, I have memories written down from when I stayed a week in Washington and watched my cousins last June. I often read over them, and I laugh hysterically to myself everytime! I figured it would be best to transfer those memories from that hammered final page to a more secure-ish place. So I present to you:

Memories from Washington

~~~The first day I arrived, Isaac, who was six, was in distress. He couldn't find his Nintendo DS. So he searched around the house and all the while was talking to himself. It was then that I heard him say in a very sad, sad, sad, and despairing voice, "The favoritest thing I ever had...and now it's gone."

~~~While eating dinner at IHOP with Alex, Olivia, and Isaac, a group of elderly women who were dining together all got up to leave. It was pouring rain outside. One of the women walked passed our table with a grocery sack on her head.

~~~While driving home from Coho's, a tasty restaurant, I took a wrong turn- so we decided to take a different way home, with Alex directing me the whole way. We came to a very odd intersection where our eyes beheld an interesting scene. An elderly couple was crossing the street and one of the cars proceeded to go without seeing the couple. Eventually the car noticed the couple crossing, and stopped. But it wasn't soon enough. The old man had a cane. He shook his cane furiously at the car and tapped the window with it. Then as they continued to turn, he took his cane and hit their back window so that it appeared that he was prodding them along. Me, Alex and Livi just cracked up. Old people. ;)

~~~Olivia told Isaac "to shut the bloody door," just as Ron from Harry Potter would say. Isaac got wide eyed and muttered, "My fingers are tingling." Isaac has a morbid fear of blood.

~~~Alex told me this "joke" while I was driving everyone home. He said it with a deadpan look on his face. "It is illegal to murder someone in 47 countries. It is frowned upon in 16." I busted up.

~~~Olivia had spent the last two days playing an online game called "Poptropica." I always had the urge to call it "Poptart-ica" and I told this to Livi and Isaac. Five minutes later, I was upstairs in Isaac's room telling him it was time to pick up his toys and get his pajamas on. Isaac wandered into the room quietly laughing to himself. I asked him what was so funny. He said, "Just something I was thinking in my head. Want me to tell you what it is?" I said "Yeah!" Isaac smiled, "Well you know how you always call it 'poptart-ica?' It kinda sounds like 'pop-retard-ica.'" Isaac had just turned 6 - I didn't know "retard" was in his vocabularly. He started laughing so hard, which then made me laugh until I was crying.

~~~Alex bounced a bouncy ball that flew up to the ceiling and smashed one of the recessed lights...uh...whoops...

~~~Isaac loves pizza. Every night he wanted to go somewhere where there was pizza for dinner. He had it for dinner at Red Robin's on Monday night. We went to Target to eat at the Pizza Hut they have there (because Pizza Hut is Isaac's favorite kind of pizza) on Tuesday. He had a frozen pizza for lunch on Wednesday and he wanted to go to the California Pizza Kitchen for dinner on Thursday night. Alex objected to this. So Isaac shoveled in fries at Coho's instead - I've never seen someone shovel in fries so fast at one at a time! :)

~~~When we went to the Pizza Hut in Target, Isaac got a mini pizza that came in a mini pizza box. I started playing with it like it was a puppet. I looked on the side of the box and it had little tabs that you could mark what kind of pizza was inside. There was PEP, CHZ, OTH, etc. It was inspiring. I named the box Chaz...and then I changed him into a robot puppet and his name was O.T.H. Isaac must have loved it because for the rest of my stay in Washington, he named all his toys O.T.H. and made them speak in robot voices. ;)

~~~We were bored. So we decided to play Apples to Apples. Since there wasn't very many of us, we decided to pretend like the cat, Purdy, was playing with us. So we dealt her a pile, and we had no idea what was in it. We would just throw the top card from her pile into the pile to be chosen from. It was awesome. The green card was Hopeless. Purdy's card was: Mice. The green card was Obnoxious (Alex was judging) and Purdy's card was: The New York Yankees. ;)

Oh boy...so many fond memories from that trip! But now that I have these typed out, I feel much better knowing that my notebook can continue to fall apart without me losing anything too terribly important.