I was wondering what i could write today and I was having a hard time thinking of something. Today was Veteran's Day and I didn't have to go to work. I slept in for about an hour and then went on a long bike ride and got lost in Wilderness Park. It is over 10 miles of winding singletrack on the outskirts of Lincoln. I saw this huge buck twice and got scared by a cote of doves flushed from the underbrush when I passed. The coo-ed all at the same time and it sounded like a vacuum cleaner. After I got back I sat around with Anna and Soapy, we went on a walk and we made muffins for dinner. It feels like the weekend, and in typical weekend fashion, I have no desire to do anything requiring thought.
With that in mind, I present my NaBloPoMo post for 11 November: some mission journal stories. I don't have any entries for 11 November so I will do the closest to it.
Friday, November 7, 2003
What a week. holy crap. There was the monster flood that soaked my shoes and all, the electricity went out and we had to live by candle light, I had no hot water to shower in and we couldn't use the stove or fridge or anything. Then I went and watched Mountain of the Lord and saw how softcore I am.
Oh yeah. The electricity is back. Yay! Also I had a dream the other night that Snoop Dogg was teaching me how to dance by holding the hair on my legs and moving them like crutches. It was really funny and it made perfect sense at the time.
Thursday, November 13, 2003
So I got that CD player. Also I got the best lamb gyro yesterday. It was so good. I even farted this morning and it smelled like the lamb souvlaki.
Emmanuel was baptized last sunday. It went really well. He'll get the Holy Ghost this sunday.
Oh yeah, while we were doorknocking, some lady was all "oh, come on in!" but I thought she said go away or not now so I was all "oh. can we come tomorrow then?" so I killed it. The only time I would have gotten in by doorknocking and I slaughtered it. I could really go for another one of those gyros though.
Ha ha ha. What a lovable scoundrel.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Another post about jail
Also, I have tomorrow off work! Woo!
I typed this in word, but I don't know how to change the font to be all uniform without having to highlight it all again, so I wont bother with it.
I typed this in word, but I don't know how to change the font to be all uniform without having to highlight it all again, so I wont bother with it.
Names have been slightly altered to protect me in case my boss ever reads this. Jail stuff is public information but inmates here are definitely not worth getting in trouble for.
1) I had lots of calls today about women assaulting their husbands. One caller was trying to find out information about Schmawn Schurcell that apparently beats up a lot of people. I was on the phone with the caller trying to help her get all of the pertinent information and I saw that someone had just posted the Schmawn’s bail. I told this to the caller who got a little upset and went into a bit of an epic story about their history together. This was a little after 4 pm and I got off work at 4:30 so I decided to listen and chat for a while. About 7 minutes later this woman walked out of confinement and I told the caller that I am pretty sure the short woman with the short blond hair was Schmawn. The caller said “Yeah, that’s probably her. She looks kind of like a man, huh?” Then the caller started calling her a dork and making fun of her and it was really funny. Jail doesn’t usually bring too many lols.
2) There is a service called Nebraska Relay that relays telephone calls from deaf people. There is an operator on the other end of the line that types to the caller and reads out the caller’s responses very professionally and clearly. It is a nice break from the normal calls that end up in tears and impassioned vows. One call in particular was from someone typing very fast and who did not know anything about the legal system. The call went a little like this (remember the caller is speaking clearly and calmly the whole time):
NRS: “Nebraska relay service, this is operator 1816, have you received a relay call before?”
Me: “Yes I have”
NRS: “Alright. Please wait one moment for your call to begin… Yes is Schmerrance Schmame in custody and what is bond? Go ahead.”
Me: “Yes he’s here and he has a $5000 percentage bond so it will be $500 to bail him out.”
NRS: “Why does he not have $500? Why are you keeping him in jail? Go ahead.”
Me: “He needs $500 to be bonded out and he is here for (I don’t remember the charge. Something pretty boring and common though.)”
NRS: “No. No you are wrong. %*&# no. I will find you and tell you &%$#@@ why are you doing this &*$@ no. No you $#%@. Go ahead.”
Me: “Uhhh. I don’t know what to tell you.”
NRS: “%$&@#. And the caller has hung up.”
Me: “OK. Thanks.”
NRS: “Thank you.”
3) People often call and get really bad news from me. The find out their husbands, brothers, sons and boyfriends have been charged and convicted of some pretty heinous stuff. Naturally these people are worried and want to communicate with or comfort their loved ones. I am the lucky sap that gets paid $9 an hour to tell them that the inmates can make collect calls out (which don’t work with cell phones), receive visits during visiting hours (6pm to 10:30 pm if the inmate has made a visiting list with the person’s name on it and I can only tell someone their name is on it if they come to the jail with a picture ID), or get letters through the mail.
3a) People are weird about the mail. It takes a day or two to send a letter to an inmate, but people will prefer to wait a week for a visit (inmates can only have 2 visits a week) to ask something instead of sending a letter that will get there the next day. And I get the most swears when I tell people to write a letter.
I have to be the one to tell people from Colorado, Illinois, California and Florida that I cannot tell them whether they are on the visiting list or not unless they are in the jail with a picture ID. I am the one to tell people that their precious boy is charged with attempted 1st degree sexual assault on a child. I am the one to tell people that the keys to the car parked illegally that is going to get towed can only be released on Thursdays between 12 and 2. I get to be the guy that says “No I can’t take the title to your house in lieu of bond money. You need to have cash.”
This is not the most fun, but reading all day makes up for it. My favorite part is when someone is so furious and angry that they forget that they are supposed to be rude or indignant and they thank me before they hang up or storm out. I would say about 70% of the bad news call I have end in the caller thanking me. Sometimes they say “Thank you, Officer.” Then I feel cool.
4) Lots of people ask me whether so-and-so “is currently a guest lodged in your fine facility? Heh heh.” Oh man… it gets so old. I feel rude not laughing so I try to make it sound like I was smiling in my voice inflection when I respond and tell them that so-and-so is charged with strangulation or criminal conspiracy to deliver crack cocaine.
5) The worst worst worst experience is when I have spent about 10 minutes helping someone out with some questions they have, directed them to the public defender, given them some practical advice about planning an inmate visit and all that kindly eagle scout stuff, and then as we exchange our cordial goodbyes, I hear the toilet flush.
6) The most common birthday for inmates here is January first. It is common enough that it makes me think that there is some sort of hidden indicators. I made one up that I would bet money on. My guess is that 1-1 is a kind of default birthday that people will adopt if they are not sure what their birthday really is. It is as good a day as any and makes a good default if you only know your birth year. And someone that grew up in the kind of environment where you don’t know your own birthday is probably not going to be a total stranger to the correctional system. I feel a little like Steven Leavitt.
Monday, November 9, 2009
my bike ride
On Saturday I rode from Lincoln to Eagle and back. It was about 16 miles each way. It took me an hour and 15 minutes to get there and I rode around a little bit and looked at the stores (there were about 7 of them) and then realized that I had 45 minutes to get back home before Anna had to be at a quilting class.
I rode so fast. I did not want to get in trouble. Remember that this took me 75 minutes going out and I had 45 to get home.
Luckily I am awesome and made it with about 9 seconds to spare. As I got to the front door, the woman who was giving Anna a ride parked and came inside with. I was very nearly in trouble and had this kind sister not come inside behind me I am sure I would have been.
Anna had a great time at the class and had forgotten that I was supposed to be in trouble when she got back so everyone won.
One of the reasons I went on a ride was to take pictures of the Nebraskan wilds. There were some mega-sweet pictures that should have been taken on the ride home, but I was pedaling like a maniac and couldn't stop. Really my legs were burning for 45 minutes straight. My bike only has one gear and cannot coast so I was literally pedaling the entire time. 16 miles in (under mind you) 45 minutes comes out to an average speed of over 20 mph. Constantly for 3/4 of an hour. On limestone. And no water. And I forgot to eat breakfast. I hope everyone agrees that this is cool.
Here are some of my pictures:
This is at the trailhead heading east. I am about three miles from home and near the eastern boundary of the city of Lincoln. The trail is the MoPac (Missouri-Pacific) trail, converted to crushed limestone from rails.
This is a large Nebraskan mountain range. Also some corn and a cell phone tower.
Tractor crossing. Traffic can get get a bit congested out here and its good to keep the populous alert to dangers.
Token cow picture. I actually saw a way better cow picture but I had to hurry so I wouldn't get in trouble. This other cow I saw had walked to the most remote corner of fenced in property- like it had walked into the apex of an 30 degree angle within 3 feet of fence in front of and to either side of it. It was about 8 feet from the path and just staring. The next closest cow must have been about a half mile off.
If this is a picture you wish you could have seen, feel free to visit Anna's blog and let her know that Chris ought not get in trouble for being late anymore, ever. Your contribution counts.
I rode so fast. I did not want to get in trouble. Remember that this took me 75 minutes going out and I had 45 to get home.
Luckily I am awesome and made it with about 9 seconds to spare. As I got to the front door, the woman who was giving Anna a ride parked and came inside with. I was very nearly in trouble and had this kind sister not come inside behind me I am sure I would have been.
Anna had a great time at the class and had forgotten that I was supposed to be in trouble when she got back so everyone won.
One of the reasons I went on a ride was to take pictures of the Nebraskan wilds. There were some mega-sweet pictures that should have been taken on the ride home, but I was pedaling like a maniac and couldn't stop. Really my legs were burning for 45 minutes straight. My bike only has one gear and cannot coast so I was literally pedaling the entire time. 16 miles in (under mind you) 45 minutes comes out to an average speed of over 20 mph. Constantly for 3/4 of an hour. On limestone. And no water. And I forgot to eat breakfast. I hope everyone agrees that this is cool.
Here are some of my pictures:
This is at the trailhead heading east. I am about three miles from home and near the eastern boundary of the city of Lincoln. The trail is the MoPac (Missouri-Pacific) trail, converted to crushed limestone from rails.
This is a large Nebraskan mountain range. Also some corn and a cell phone tower.
Tractor crossing. Traffic can get get a bit congested out here and its good to keep the populous alert to dangers.
Token cow picture. I actually saw a way better cow picture but I had to hurry so I wouldn't get in trouble. This other cow I saw had walked to the most remote corner of fenced in property- like it had walked into the apex of an 30 degree angle within 3 feet of fence in front of and to either side of it. It was about 8 feet from the path and just staring. The next closest cow must have been about a half mile off.If this is a picture you wish you could have seen, feel free to visit Anna's blog and let her know that Chris ought not get in trouble for being late anymore, ever. Your contribution counts.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
What the Bleep!? Down the Rabbit Hole
There is a movie called What the Bleep!? Down the Rabbit hole. I watched this movie yesterday and finished it up today. It is a movie about quantum physics. Man... our world is seriously messed up. Here are some of the things that were cool:
1) Superposition
So at the quantum level, Newtonian laws do not apply (gravity, friction, etc.) It turns out that even our most fundamental sense of logic is thrown out. There is a phenomenon called superposition where one particle can be in multiple places at the same time. There are documented pictures of this. This is real stuff! On the documentary there were particles in two places at the same time and an example of one particle in 3,000 places at the same time. Someone asked whether one of the particles would weigh 1/3000 of the particle and the scientists explained that you couldn't weigh it because it was all one particle in 3000 places at once. Man... that is so cool.
2) Slit test
This is a pretty famous test and I had heard of it before, but it was cool to see it happen. The observation of the electrons made them act as particles instead of waves. The act of observation changed the result. If the recorder were to be unplugged, then it would act as a wave. It is the human observation that alters the results!
When they tried to find out mathematically whether it went through slit 'A', slit 'B', both slits, or neither slit, they found that none of these happened. The scientist being interviewed during this portion said that asking where the electron went was like asking whether the number 5 is married.
"No" you would say, "the number 5 is not married."
"Oh" the unenlightened you would conclude, "so the number 5 must be single."
Asking where the electron was is an inappropriate question for the sequence. I don't know why, but that is pretty cool.
Here is that clip (and watch for West Wing Joey at the end):
3) Intention and random event generators
This portion has some skeptics within the scientific community, but it is still pretty cool. There are lots of experiments that show that intention can alter random number generators. If the observer wants more 1s than 0s, then the RNG will produce more 1s than 0s. There was an experiment where this was tested retroactively. There was a machine to produce random clicks into a pair of headphones. It would send a click to either the left or right speaker. It was recorded with no one listening to it, a copy was made and sealed, and the master was sent to a person hundreds of miles away. This person was instructed to want more left clicks than right clicks. There were considerably more left than right, and when they checked the sealed copy, it was identical. wooOOooOOooOOoo.
4) Peptide addiction
I don't really know why this part was in the movie but it was still cool. I was watching Soapy and we were playing with dominos so maybe I missed some sort of segway. The film talked about addictions to feelings. It said when someone feels a certain way very often, it is probably because they have an addiction to feeling that way. The hypothalmus produces peptides that are sent to the cell receptors that influence feelings and emotions. The cells produce their own proteins to keep it up. When we think about something often enough, we hardwire the neuro cells' receptors to create those connections. This happens physically all the time- it is why after practice, people can perform complex activities (typing, knitting, signing, even running or swimming) without consciously thinking about the location of fingers, arms, legs, or center of balance.
Emotions can become interlaced with memories and thought processes. As we go through our day, our thoughts can guide or reactions and our self-programmed responses. If we are overly concerned with feeling victimized, lonely, angry, or even happy, then those thoughts create the lens through which we interpret our reality. It is sort of a self-fulfilling prophesy- if you feel a certain emotion, your environment will catalyse it and it will become real. Thoughts will shape your life.
Man radiates what he is, and that radiation affects to a greater or less[er] degree every person who comes within that radiation” (David O. McKay “Free Agency … The Gift Divine,” Improvement Era, Feb. 1962, 87).
“Thoughts mold your features. Thoughts lift your soul heavenward or drag you toward hell. … As nothing reveals character like the company we like and keep, so nothing foretells futurity like the thoughts over which we brood.” (David O. McKay “Those Sculptors Called Thoughts and Ideals,” Improvement Era, July 1960, 495)
1) Superposition
So at the quantum level, Newtonian laws do not apply (gravity, friction, etc.) It turns out that even our most fundamental sense of logic is thrown out. There is a phenomenon called superposition where one particle can be in multiple places at the same time. There are documented pictures of this. This is real stuff! On the documentary there were particles in two places at the same time and an example of one particle in 3,000 places at the same time. Someone asked whether one of the particles would weigh 1/3000 of the particle and the scientists explained that you couldn't weigh it because it was all one particle in 3000 places at once. Man... that is so cool.
2) Slit test
This is a pretty famous test and I had heard of it before, but it was cool to see it happen. The observation of the electrons made them act as particles instead of waves. The act of observation changed the result. If the recorder were to be unplugged, then it would act as a wave. It is the human observation that alters the results!
When they tried to find out mathematically whether it went through slit 'A', slit 'B', both slits, or neither slit, they found that none of these happened. The scientist being interviewed during this portion said that asking where the electron went was like asking whether the number 5 is married.
"No" you would say, "the number 5 is not married."
"Oh" the unenlightened you would conclude, "so the number 5 must be single."
Asking where the electron was is an inappropriate question for the sequence. I don't know why, but that is pretty cool.
Here is that clip (and watch for West Wing Joey at the end):
3) Intention and random event generators
This portion has some skeptics within the scientific community, but it is still pretty cool. There are lots of experiments that show that intention can alter random number generators. If the observer wants more 1s than 0s, then the RNG will produce more 1s than 0s. There was an experiment where this was tested retroactively. There was a machine to produce random clicks into a pair of headphones. It would send a click to either the left or right speaker. It was recorded with no one listening to it, a copy was made and sealed, and the master was sent to a person hundreds of miles away. This person was instructed to want more left clicks than right clicks. There were considerably more left than right, and when they checked the sealed copy, it was identical. wooOOooOOooOOoo.
4) Peptide addiction
I don't really know why this part was in the movie but it was still cool. I was watching Soapy and we were playing with dominos so maybe I missed some sort of segway. The film talked about addictions to feelings. It said when someone feels a certain way very often, it is probably because they have an addiction to feeling that way. The hypothalmus produces peptides that are sent to the cell receptors that influence feelings and emotions. The cells produce their own proteins to keep it up. When we think about something often enough, we hardwire the neuro cells' receptors to create those connections. This happens physically all the time- it is why after practice, people can perform complex activities (typing, knitting, signing, even running or swimming) without consciously thinking about the location of fingers, arms, legs, or center of balance.
Emotions can become interlaced with memories and thought processes. As we go through our day, our thoughts can guide or reactions and our self-programmed responses. If we are overly concerned with feeling victimized, lonely, angry, or even happy, then those thoughts create the lens through which we interpret our reality. It is sort of a self-fulfilling prophesy- if you feel a certain emotion, your environment will catalyse it and it will become real. Thoughts will shape your life.
Man radiates what he is, and that radiation affects to a greater or less[er] degree every person who comes within that radiation” (David O. McKay “Free Agency … The Gift Divine,” Improvement Era, Feb. 1962, 87).
“Thoughts mold your features. Thoughts lift your soul heavenward or drag you toward hell. … As nothing reveals character like the company we like and keep, so nothing foretells futurity like the thoughts over which we brood.” (David O. McKay “Those Sculptors Called Thoughts and Ideals,” Improvement Era, July 1960, 495)
Saturday, November 7, 2009
LOL videos
A sampling of the videos that always make me laugh.
First is Rap Cat.
Ha ha ha.
Next comes Rap Chop, a parody of Slap Chop. There was a time where I would listen to this at least four times a day.
My favorite part is at 00:45 where he says "Stop having a boring tuna. Stop having a boring life."
This video is my very favorite. I present Nosferatu dancing to Lady Gaga.
There are no words. This is just brilliant.
The last of my cop-out blogging videos is some guys in Norway. They do some cool tricks in the winter montage, but the summer tricks are crazy. The guys look like Gandalf.
First is Rap Cat.
Ha ha ha.
Next comes Rap Chop, a parody of Slap Chop. There was a time where I would listen to this at least four times a day.
My favorite part is at 00:45 where he says "Stop having a boring tuna. Stop having a boring life."
This video is my very favorite. I present Nosferatu dancing to Lady Gaga.
There are no words. This is just brilliant.
The last of my cop-out blogging videos is some guys in Norway. They do some cool tricks in the winter montage, but the summer tricks are crazy. The guys look like Gandalf.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Buffalo
While I was wasting time today I came across this sentence which, by the way, is grammatically correct and is meaningful:
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
If you have seen this before, it is awesome, huh? If you have not seen it before, try and figure it out for a while.
Hint #1: Buffalo is used as the city, bison, and bully here.
Hint#2: I don't have any more hints now. Here is another way of writing it:
The bison from Buffalo that bison from Buffalo bully also bully bison from Buffalo. Cool huh?
I also found another sentence that looked crazy. This one is not punctuated correctly, but it is still pretty neat:
James while John had had had had had had had had had had had a better effect on the teacher.
If you haven't seen it before, I think it is impossible to decipher.
With punctuation the sentence reads:
James, while John had had "had", had had "had had"; "had had" had had a better effect on the teacher.
Another sentence without correct punctuation:
That that is is that that is not is not is that it it is
with punctuation it would read:
That that is, is. That that is not, is not. Is that it? It is.
And then I found some garden path sentences. I already knew this one:
The horse ran past the barn fell
meaning, the horse fell and the horse ran past the barn, but I hadn't seen some of these others, and I thought they were cool:
The farmer threw the cow over the fence some hay
The old man the boat
Very busy day at the jail today...
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
If you have seen this before, it is awesome, huh? If you have not seen it before, try and figure it out for a while.
Hint #1: Buffalo is used as the city, bison, and bully here.
Hint#2: I don't have any more hints now. Here is another way of writing it:
The bison from Buffalo that bison from Buffalo bully also bully bison from Buffalo. Cool huh?
I also found another sentence that looked crazy. This one is not punctuated correctly, but it is still pretty neat:
James while John had had had had had had had had had had had a better effect on the teacher.
If you haven't seen it before, I think it is impossible to decipher.
With punctuation the sentence reads:
James, while John had had "had", had had "had had"; "had had" had had a better effect on the teacher.
Another sentence without correct punctuation:
That that is is that that is not is not is that it it is
with punctuation it would read:
That that is, is. That that is not, is not. Is that it? It is.
And then I found some garden path sentences. I already knew this one:
The horse ran past the barn fell
meaning, the horse fell and the horse ran past the barn, but I hadn't seen some of these others, and I thought they were cool:
The farmer threw the cow over the fence some hay
The old man the boat
Very busy day at the jail today...
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Long Nights
I was reading in bed the other night and I thought about how it used to seem so cool to try and stay awake for 24 hours. It still does seem kind of cool. It is sort of the exhaustion gold standard. I have only done it once, but time zones and adrenaline played a big part in that. Most of the time, it is sloppy and miserable. I have three stories about bad nights.
1) The night before I went to the temple in Ogden before my mission, I went out on a double date with a buddy. I was staying at a cousin's house and got home a little late. All the lights were off in the house and the front door was locked. I didn't want to wake anyone up, and there were no open windows or doors that I knew of. I figured it was pretty late already and I wouldn't have to sleep a really long time before someone woke up and opened the front door.
I reclined the driver's seat and closed my eyes assuming I could nap for 5-6 hours and wake up refreshed. About 45 minutes later I woke up shivering. I had fogged up all the windows and my shirt got twisted all around my neck. I turned on the car and drove a couple of miles with the heater on until the windows cleared and I felt warm again.
"I had better be sure and keep that window cracked" I thought to myself, "or else the windows will get fogged again." Five minutes later I closed the window because I was too cold. I slept for about an hour until my shivering woke me up and my leg and arm were numb. Those seats make awful beds. I got up drove around the block again, this time a little longer, exploring the train tracks and a scary factory. I drove back in front of the house and tried to sleep a little more. This went on all night. I woke up and drove around two more times before I woke up to my cousin looking in through the window and laughing. That was a horrible night.
2) In May, Anna and I went out to Virginia for her brother's wedding. We had a great time, but Soapy was still kind of small. Our last night in Virginia was hectic because we had to pack up all our stuff for our morning flight. Soapy was not happy and would not go to bed. She kept on crying and throwing her pacifier and talking. She was cranky because she hadn't taken any naps that day and it was just bad all around. We were in the same room or else we could have just ignored her and let her cry herself to sleep. I ended up taking her out of the crib and playing for a few minutes with her until she got cranky doing that to. I ended up laying on the couch with her on my chest in a bear hug so she wouldn't flail and fling herself off the edge of the sofa. I woke up about every 20 minutes through the whole night, but I slept a lot on the plane, so I guess it wasn't so bad.
3) The MONSTER story of all. I was awake for 52 hours once. That's really the only impressive part of the story. It was, again, right before I went to the MTC for my mission. I woke up at 8 and wasted my day, went on a date, went to work from midnight to 2 am, stayed up all night packing and watching Simpsons, went and did baptisms at 6 am (i figured since I was already up I might as well be productive), caugh the shuttle at 11, flew from Salt Lake to New York to Paris (watching movies the whole time of course), where I waited 9 hours for a delayed flight. I tried to take a nap but that airport is nasty and I couldn't go to sleep. I was on the floor and thought I heard someone tell some jokes, so I started laughing and realized that I was daydreaming and it was a flight announcement in French. That freaked me out. I went to the front desk and asked about the flight and the lady said that it is a good thing I did because I had 20 minutes before it left and if I didn't catch that flight I would have to wait 15 more hours for the next flight to Berlin. Apparently my parents called to find out my status and they assumed I would not have been able to catch a flight until that one 15 hours later, so when I did finally land in Tempelhof there was no one to come see me. Luckily I had some change in my pockets and I called home and asked Mom to come and get me. I was happy that the family felt bad that I was abandoned in the airport after 52 hours awake.
1) The night before I went to the temple in Ogden before my mission, I went out on a double date with a buddy. I was staying at a cousin's house and got home a little late. All the lights were off in the house and the front door was locked. I didn't want to wake anyone up, and there were no open windows or doors that I knew of. I figured it was pretty late already and I wouldn't have to sleep a really long time before someone woke up and opened the front door.
I reclined the driver's seat and closed my eyes assuming I could nap for 5-6 hours and wake up refreshed. About 45 minutes later I woke up shivering. I had fogged up all the windows and my shirt got twisted all around my neck. I turned on the car and drove a couple of miles with the heater on until the windows cleared and I felt warm again.
"I had better be sure and keep that window cracked" I thought to myself, "or else the windows will get fogged again." Five minutes later I closed the window because I was too cold. I slept for about an hour until my shivering woke me up and my leg and arm were numb. Those seats make awful beds. I got up drove around the block again, this time a little longer, exploring the train tracks and a scary factory. I drove back in front of the house and tried to sleep a little more. This went on all night. I woke up and drove around two more times before I woke up to my cousin looking in through the window and laughing. That was a horrible night.
2) In May, Anna and I went out to Virginia for her brother's wedding. We had a great time, but Soapy was still kind of small. Our last night in Virginia was hectic because we had to pack up all our stuff for our morning flight. Soapy was not happy and would not go to bed. She kept on crying and throwing her pacifier and talking. She was cranky because she hadn't taken any naps that day and it was just bad all around. We were in the same room or else we could have just ignored her and let her cry herself to sleep. I ended up taking her out of the crib and playing for a few minutes with her until she got cranky doing that to. I ended up laying on the couch with her on my chest in a bear hug so she wouldn't flail and fling herself off the edge of the sofa. I woke up about every 20 minutes through the whole night, but I slept a lot on the plane, so I guess it wasn't so bad.
3) The MONSTER story of all. I was awake for 52 hours once. That's really the only impressive part of the story. It was, again, right before I went to the MTC for my mission. I woke up at 8 and wasted my day, went on a date, went to work from midnight to 2 am, stayed up all night packing and watching Simpsons, went and did baptisms at 6 am (i figured since I was already up I might as well be productive), caugh the shuttle at 11, flew from Salt Lake to New York to Paris (watching movies the whole time of course), where I waited 9 hours for a delayed flight. I tried to take a nap but that airport is nasty and I couldn't go to sleep. I was on the floor and thought I heard someone tell some jokes, so I started laughing and realized that I was daydreaming and it was a flight announcement in French. That freaked me out. I went to the front desk and asked about the flight and the lady said that it is a good thing I did because I had 20 minutes before it left and if I didn't catch that flight I would have to wait 15 more hours for the next flight to Berlin. Apparently my parents called to find out my status and they assumed I would not have been able to catch a flight until that one 15 hours later, so when I did finally land in Tempelhof there was no one to come see me. Luckily I had some change in my pockets and I called home and asked Mom to come and get me. I was happy that the family felt bad that I was abandoned in the airport after 52 hours awake.
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