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Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Okay, so the video for this is pretty dorky (it is me, after all), but I think this contest is a fun one:




In case the video gets stripped out of the feed, here's the link to the contest info: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CoU_vtA_zEs

And of course I have some links to share:

Elizabeth Bear on writing and when something is good enough -- interesting because it talks about something I know I wrestle with, which is self-doubt: "See, the thing is, your average writer, every day, is a failure. She is failing herself, her talent, her vision. She can never make what she's working on good enough for her, so how can it be good enough for anyone else?"

Catherynne Valente has an interesting post on the idea of writers as vessels, along with some thoughts about muses--"We all just write what we know how to write and hope it means something to someone else. No one has a magic writing wand. No one has an underpaid, statuesque muse without a union to do the work for them. (Ever notice how muses are always female? Inspiring is women's work.)

Editorial Ass on the fact that forty percent (yes, that's right, 40%!) of all books are pulped and more importantly, why it happens

Can't wait to read your stories!!!

29 Comments:

Blogger Jackie Noel said...

I sent a message to you via Youtube. I hope that works! :)

July 22, 2009 1:48 PM  
Blogger Megg said...

My worst vaction was when I was 13. It was bad because, for reasons that weren't very good, my mother took my two sisters to Virgina Beach while I got stuck at a week of summer camp, were it rained 6 out of 7 days (Meanwhile, Virgina was having great weather) During this I also missed the new Harry Potter book's realse, thus I over heard crucial information about a characters death. While I have forgiven my mother, I am still mad at the random people who spoiled the book for me.

July 22, 2009 2:02 PM  
Blogger Madison said...

My family doesn't really do vacations...and I don't really have any stories, except for the time my family went to the beach for a week, and I kind of skipped everything because I was determined to read the entire Harry Potter series (minus the seventh because this was before it came out). I wandered around all those beachy places, clutching a thick hardcover to my face...reading in the car, the store, everywhere. While my family played mini-golf, I read (not that I ever really play mini-golf). I did like nothing on that vacation besides read. So I kind of missed the entire vacation because I was going to finish those books before we got home. (I can't remember if I succeeded or not). I kind of feel bad about it now; I mean, I love the beach and all and I probably had fun, but I was sort of neglecting the whole vacation experience to reread books instead.

July 22, 2009 2:39 PM  
Blogger Melanie said...

Here's a story about what happened to me on my vacation. Great contest! I had fun with it.

How I realized I was a Bookaholic

It all started with band camp. No, not at band camp, but without it, it may have been awhile before I realized what I was. See, my cousin, Mark, is in the band. He plays the clarinet. I guess that makes him a clarinetist? I'm not sure. Anyway, he had to attend camp in Montgomery for a week, and his mother decided to make the trip up there a min-roadtrip. Since she hates driving, she convinced my dad to drive and brought me to tag along.

We had a good time. Did a lot of walking around in the scorching Alabama sun. Fun times.

The conversation that made me realize what I had become, however, happened in a swimming pool. Innocent enough setting, right? Seriously, when did you last read about a life changing conversation in a swimming pool?

Here we were swimming, swimming, swimming when suddenly the topic of books came up. Don't ask me how that happened. It may have been the result of a couple questions from me pointed in Mark's direction. Maybe, maybe not. Mark doesn't read much, and much of what he does read isn't what I enjoy, so our conversation was limited to a few select titles. We were able to find common ground on the subject of Eragon, the first book in the Inheritance Cycle. I was really enjoying talking (okay, rambling) about the book when Mark stopped me with a look, shook his head, and said, "Gosh, Melanie, you're such a bookaholic."

Although this may not surprise you, it certainly surprised me! Sure, I like to read, but a bookaholic? The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. It's all because of that mini-roadtrip that I can proudly say, "My name is Melanie, and I am a bookaholic."

July 22, 2009 3:43 PM  
Blogger Meredith said...

Happy Vacation!

I took a vacation with my brother and his wife to Disneyland in April 2007. I had had knee surgery about 3 weeks before, so walking all over D-land was not an option. We rented a wheelchair and got to skip a bunch of lines. It was AWESOME!

We were staying at my sil's grandparents' house. The room I was staying in creeped me out a little. It was decorated with frogs. Not just a few, but hundreds, maybe thousands. They were everywhere! There were even glow-in-the-dark frogs on the ceiling. It was crazy.

One of the most memorable parts of the trip for me was on the drive to California from AZ. I was sitting in the backseat and was trying to open a chocolate bar really quietly so that I wouldn't have to share. As soon as I opened it a smidgen, my sil, Amy, was all "Chocolate?!" So, I ended up sharing.

Amy was also very very excited to go to Disneyland. She LOVES Disneyland. You even mentioned the trip for the weeks beforehand and she would start jumping up and down, clapping, and cheering. So in the car, I said to her, "Hey Amy. We're finally on our way to Disneyland!" She started her happy dance and I threw my arm around in front of her with my camera and took a picture.

It is one of my absolute favorite pictures ever. She has a love/hate feeling for the picture, but I think that she really loves it because it reminds her of a good trip.

~Meredith F.
rosesaremyfavorite at hotmail dot com

July 22, 2009 4:02 PM  
Blogger barbrafl said...

Well, my family does amazing vacations up to Michigan every year, so I should be able to think of a good story from that. Oh, alright, here goes the story of my absolute WORST vacation up there. Sorry it's so long!

The trip up to Michigan was alright, but after being in the car for about five hours with my younger sister, dog, and parents, I couldn’t wait to get out. We arrived at my uncle’s resort late, late enough for mosquitoes that is, and had to lug everything from the car to our rooms. Twenty mosquitoes bites later, we had brought everything from the car into the room and settled in for the night to sleep, or sleep as well as we could after the mosquitoes got to us.

The next day was chilly, and being lakefront, it was even colder. The rest of my extended family arrived throughout the day, and we had plans for a fun time for the week we were up there. But, as I seem to have made enemies with Lady Luck, all of them were ruined.

That evening, the wind picked up horribly, bringing a storm in off the lake we were minutes away from. Crowding into the office building, because it was the only place all of us could fit comfortably, we watched as the pain pelted down. Moments later, we lost all power.

Now, that wouldn’t be so bad, but the thing you need to take into account is that, in Michigan, or at least the part we were in, the water for showers, sinks, etc, is drawn up from wells, which means electricity is needed. Get where this is going?

But the power would be fixed by tomorrow right? Wrong. The resort was about twenty minutes away from town, which also lost power. The more people without power, the more priority the town is. Get where this is going?

Bet you didn’t guess we would were without electricity, or showers or clean water or flushing toilets for five days. Yep, no flushing the toilets. Too bad half of us were girls and couldn’t just take a pee in the woods and shower in the lake like the guys were doing. This no power thing wore out quickly. Flashlight batteries died quickly, everything cold in the freezers and fridges were eaten within the first day. We feasted for the first day, but after that, we went downhill.

The entire resort smelling of fishy water and smoke from the fires we started at night for light/heat, we rejoiced when the power finally came back, but our vacation was ruined. To make the story short, I’ll use three words. WORST. VACATION. EVER.

Hope you have a better time than this. Have fun, and let go. Enjoy your vacation, and the video wasn’t pretty dorky, we love you!
Jessica
barbrafl737 (at) yahoo (dot) com

July 22, 2009 7:41 PM  
OpenID moonkeygirl101 said...

well my last vacation (if u call it a vacation) was when i was at camp and we went on a 7 day long hiking trip to the porky pine mountains and while it was beautiful one day when we were hiking 9 miles and we were doing alot of up hill and we had to wait for the iodine to work in the water and i had to wait a long time for my water to be ready to drink and i was getting a really really bad headache and we stopped for a water break with our packs on and i had a few big gulps of water out of a someone elses water bottle and then we hiked up a little farther and then right when i was about to take my pack off for a break it was litteraly half off my back and then i was puking i found out later that it was from dehidration and besides that it's one of my favorite trips

sarah
bbllchc125@yahoo.com

July 22, 2009 8:58 PM  
Blogger Just Your Typical Book Blog said...

When I was six years old, my mom, sister, grandma, and I all went on a road trip to Michigan to visit family. I only remember three things from that trip:

1. Shooting off fireworks at my great uncle's house
2. My mom buying me a whole box of Cookie Crisp cereal so I'd shut up in the car.
3. I almost died.

We had gone to some lake and my mom and I were at the end of the dock. My mom had walked away, I can't remember what she was doing, but I being the little danger seeker thought it would be cool to play in the water and fell head first in. (I had no clue how to swim either btw). While I was trying to dog paddle my way up to the surface and not doing a great job at it, a lady sitting on the dock tapped my mom on the shoulder, pointed to the lake and said, "Hey, I think your kid is in there."

My mom quickly pulled me up and I choked on water for a few seconds then ran off to tell my sister I just kicked death's butt. When we got back home, my parents signed me up for swimming lessons.

Amber
sammyjones57(at)hotmail(dot)com

July 22, 2009 9:29 PM  
Blogger Bianca said...

Okay. So I write wayyyyyy too much.
I'm sending you my vacation story in an email in a bit...hope that's okay!!

--Bianca

infinitemusic19 at gmail dot com

July 22, 2009 10:35 PM  
Blogger Llehn said...

Have a great vacay Elizabeth!

July 22, 2009 11:26 PM  
Blogger pepsivanilla said...

My most interesting vacation was when I was 13, and my dad retired from the Air Force, meaning we were moving from Las Vegas where he was stationed to Florida where my parents decided to retire. Getting from Nevada to Florida involved 2 cars (1 car, 1 van), 2 dogs, 1 cat, my 2 younger brothers, and 7 (count 'em, 7) days in the car. Maybe it would have taken less time if my parents hadn't insisted that while we were still "out West" we had to hit all the national parks that we had neglected to see during our 2 year stay in Vegas. Which is nice, but when you're hauling 3 animals with you, you see the sites through the window. I remember watching fireworks that were being shot off in Nebraska while we were sitting in a hotel in Iowa, sharing the car with boxes of moving-van no-nos such as batteries and candles, a hotel that was so crappy we just used the bathroom and left, and other random stuff like that. I'm sure it was stressful for my parents, but I had fun.

pepsivanilla14(at)hotmail(dot)com

July 23, 2009 1:08 AM  
Blogger randomlybree said...

Hi Elizabeth!

My vacation story's pretty long so I emailed it!
Hope you have a great time on yours! :)

-Briana

July 23, 2009 1:15 AM  
Blogger Olivia said...

Hmm..A vacation story, eh?

Well this should be easy since I've ever only gone on like 2 vacations, and since one wasn't especially good, we're going to have to go with the bad (and the ugly.)

So, when I was about 5-6 years old, my family and I went on a camping trip to a campsite a few hours from our house, and since I was only 5 years old,this was my first time ever camping.

The first day was okay, we spent it mostly setting up our site, getting food ready and swimming at this really disgusting lake that's beach was COMPLETELY covered in pelican poop. It was GROSS!

Did I mention that the week we went it was the HOTTEST WEEK all summer? Oh, I didn't? Well, yeah it was. And it was horrible!

I've never been a lucky person, never win any contests, never usually get what I want, and let's just say that this time was no different.

Probably the 2nd night I would say, I was showering in the community shower room, and while I was in the shower these two girls started to "peep" into my shower! I don't know if these girls got enjoyment from peeping five-year-old girls, but it was extremely weird. Needless to say, I was done with my shower, and those girls bolted the heck out of that shower room.

But wait, it DOES get worse than being violated so to speak, in the shower. That night we got visited by two raccoons, a skunk, and I don't know how many other creatures. But, ah, it still continues to worsen.

So, remember when I told you that it was really hot? Well I'm going to have to say between that and probably that disgusting poop water we swam in, I got sick.

And not in the "barfing" sick way. The other end. And that end, didn't end.

I was up all night on the "pot" so to speak.

It was the worse time of my life. And what made is worse is that my whole life I've had an irrational fear that someone was going to kidnap me from my house so naturally, it followed me to the campsite where kidnappers and me we're separated by only a zipper.

Oh, I forgot to mention also that after the first night, my mom and dad went to Wal-Mart and bought THEMSELVES, not their three children, a blow up mattress because the ground hurt their back. Well, it didn't feel to peachy to us either mom and dad.

So, on account of myself we left camping 2 nights early, (thank you stomach) and we got to go home to staying in the air conditioning, and swimming in a clean, chlorine filled pool .

The end.

I hope at least ONE thing good comes from this vacation, and that would be winning these books!

Good luck everyone else!

July 23, 2009 7:46 AM  
Blogger Olivia said...

My e-mail is omgitsoml4@aim.com.

:D SOrry, I forgot, maybe it's the after effects of that water...

July 23, 2009 7:49 AM  
Blogger runningforfiction said...

well, i haven't gone on vacation in quite a long time.
i remember one time i went to florida and there was turbulence and i threw up all over my sister.
but i have a different story, about when my grandparents came and stayed at my house. so, they took a vacation. and...it was horrible.
my grandparents used to always call me fat, even if they didn't say the 'f' word, and my grandmother hugged me when she got there, then patted my back and 'packing on the pounds, aren't you robby?'
i died on the inside. but i was also, like, 7, so i forgot about it a few minutes later.
then my mom made dinner, which was really good and i reeeaallllyyy had to go to the bathroom except no my grandfather has to go even though i'd already gone in and shut the door and he has the right to kick me out.
then he clogged the toilet.
and the next morning, my grandmother was exfoliating and used all the hotwater.
and she made my lunch, not my mom, and for lunch in school i had celery and water.
i'm sure many other things went wrong, but that's all i can remember.

~robby
runningforamsterdam @ hotmail . com

July 23, 2009 9:56 AM  
Blogger Ashley said...

Oh goodness...my best vacation story could easily be turned into a book...but here's the cliffs-notes version...

We live in Los Angeles, and we were taking a two week camping trip up to Seattle and back. With my parents, my sister, and my two dogs, it was a hectic feat...but somehow we managed to get all the way to our northernmost point on Whidbey Island, just north of Seattle. We had set up camp at a lovely camp site overlooking the ocean, and we were lulled to sleep by the sounds of the waves crashing against the cliffs and the buoy out in the harbor. So, it was quite shocking to be awakened the next morning by my mom saying, "GIRLS! get up! we have to take your dad to the hospital!"

what had happened is my dad had been chopping firewood, and he had dropped the axe and cut his thumb. Normally, this wouldn't have been an issue, except for the fact that he had no feeling in that part of his hand and he couldn't move it at all. We quickly piled into the car and drove to theranger station of the campground, where they directed us to the hospital. The doctor there told my dad that all he needed was to put his thumb in a brace so it could heal properly. We have some hilarious pictures of my dad in his wonderful brace for the rest of the trip...

A week later, when we got home, my dad went to our family doctor to have his thumb checked on. Much to his surprise, he found out that the doctor on Whidbey Island was not that great after all...our doctor informed him that he had to have surgery, STAT, to reattach the tendon, or his thumb would never work again.

Surgery and physical therapy, and now my dad is fine. And he loves sharing the story of how he got that "S" shaped scar on his thumb :)

Looking back, it's a funny story. However, it was so shocking and horrible! It really opened my eyes to how important it is to go to the doctor to get your self checked on, because you never know. If my dad hadn't, his thumb would be useless right about now :(

July 24, 2009 12:27 AM  
Blogger Katy said...

Elizabeth,
It's me. Katy. I'm sending you mine by email. So, yeah, to your email.

July 24, 2009 12:47 PM  
OpenID trudeau1031 said...

I have decided to share with you my worst vacation story. For the most part I have had a minimal amount of vacations to begin with, only a few scattered throughout my early teen years. All but one has been good; and the good ones, those are Borrrr-ing!

My worst vacation begins in the oh so wonderful city of Corpus Christi, Texas. The beautiful city whose motto claims to be “A Great Place to Live, Work and Play”, took flight in a two stop airplane trip; Detroit to Chicago and Chicago to Dallas. At this point I had never been on an airplane before. I prepared though. I packed my carry on with three packs of gum, a crossword puzzle, nine books, and a portable DVD player complete with 6 DVDs; you know just in case I got bored.

We get to the airport extremely early. It was only three years or so after 9-11 so security was still tight. And we just sit there for what seemed like hours. Finally we board a plane, and I am sitting in the middle seat. I was not next to my mom or anyone I know. No I was next to a forty or fifty year old man, and a drunken man of the same age. The sober one promptly pulls out his own portable DVD player and starts to watch Finding Neverland (I remember it was that because I recall staring at his DVD player in longing as I looked at my own sluggish Remember the Titans, and possibly some chick flicks in my own bag, wishing to be watching my Johnny Depp favorite). I do not hear from him for about an hour.

Now the guy next to me orders a drink immediately, takes it down in one long gulp, and then orders another. After about a half an hour of not drinking the guy stands and pulls out a bag from the compartment. Suddenly the sound of clinking glass fills the general area, and the guy sets the bag down on his seat and opens it. Of course I peak and see about 20 mini bottles of liquor. The guy pulls out five. The flight attendant who is witnessing this scene from ways away, hurries to this man side, and tells him that he cannot have that on a plane. The sober guy next to me is getting seriously huffy, going on about how he didn’t pay to be sat next to such an insolent jerk. Soon hereafter the guy is cuffed to his chair which leaves me and old man cuffed to ours as we cannot get over drunkie.

Other than drunkie splashing coke on my portable DVD player the rest of the plane ride goes down pretty uneventful. As we prepare to land, I stash about a whole pack of gum in my mouth, cover my ears, and put my head between my legs. At this point my ears are ringing to the point of being unbearable. It almost feels as if they are bleeding. The sober one next to me taps me on my shoulder. I lift my body out of the position it is in, and reluctantly uncover one of my ears. He says, with a look of supreme superiority slapped across his smug face, “Try gum.” TRY GUM? As if I didn’t have a pack shoved into my mouth at that exact moment. Idiot.

sorry it's in two parts

July 24, 2009 3:14 PM  
OpenID trudeau1031 said...

The rest of the trip there was uneventful, and when we finally land in Corpus Christi, it is with a twinge of happiness, if only to be off that plane. (The guy was arrested when we landed, people applauded, it was all very civil.) The trips attendees are as follow: my mom, my brother, me, my now stepdad, his son, and his son’s girlfriend. My stepdad has time share there, so he was able to secure us two rooms. I of course thought that it was one for him, his son, and his son’s girlfriend and then one for my family. I was sorely mistaken. Lou had been with my mom at that point for about two years. He was my mom first boyfriend after my dad, so I was still getting used to someone else going on vacations other than my dad. Of course when we got there Lou Jr. and Kailtyn, who were about 20, went to their room and Lou went to ours. I was fairly alarmed at first, mostly just angered that my mom hadn’t thought to tell me.

A couple of days pass, and mom and Lou decide to go on a museum tour. Adults favorite thing to do and teens most detested. I distinctly remember needing to grab a water bottle and then forgetting to. As the morning goes on I get thirstier and thirstier. I kept asking my mom to stop for water, and of course she refused claiming it would be too out of the way. Two hours later, thoroughly dehydrated, I faint. That’s right; I pass out in the middle of a museum.

After this incident is over, which consisted of a quick visit to the museum first aide room and five bottles of water, we go back to our hotel (condo?). We get ready for dinner. My mom and Lou pick a crab place, which serves only sea food. I am allergic to sea food, and was forced to eat sides for dinner. Which was whatever, the sides were fine. The explaining was made me a little impatient.

The next day we go to the beach, and my bathing suit bottom splits in the back, leaving everyone with a great view of my behind. I don’t notice it, until a little kid points it out to me.

Nothing of much significance happens on the trip after this, but I leave wishing that I had never gotten off the plane. The rickety ride on the tiny plane from Corpus Christi is fine and Dallas to Chicago is fine. I just want to get home. Lou and my mom decide to sneak a quick smoke before getting on the plane from Chicago to Detroit. We miss our plane (though I am tempted to hop on without them). Three hours in an airport and one hour on a plane later, I arrive home, ready for a nice long vacation.


xoxo Brittany
Britx333x@aol.com

July 24, 2009 3:16 PM  
OpenID adriennelizbth08 said...

I'm going to share my favorite vacation story. When I was 12 (I'm 16 now) my sister and I flew to Mexico to visit our grandma for a week. We were underage so the flight attendants had to accompany us to our flights and put us on the plane. One lady was mean because she won't talk to us, let us move, and made us sit for like 20 minutes before we boarded the next flight. We finally get to the Mexico City airport and the person directing us only spoke Spanish. We kind of look hispanic but were like we don't understand you. We finally see our grandma and step-grandpa. There was a Baskin Robins in the airport so we got an ice cream. We then drive to my grandma's beautiful house. She has a nice guest house outside, a pool, and a big house! She even has maids. My grandma is American but she went there on her honeymoon and liked it so much she moved there. We went to the wonderful hot springs, went swimming a lot, went hiking, saw landscapes, and went to delicious restaurants. One night, we rented a movie from Blockbuster and got a pizza from Dominios Pizza. She also has peach trees so I ate about 10 peaches per day. The trip was really fun!
adrienne2093(@)comcast(.)net

July 24, 2009 11:15 PM  
Blogger Diana Dang said...

It was in the summer before seventh grade, my family and I went over to California to visit my uncle who is remarrying for about a month. It was great to be at the wedding, even though it wasn’t like the best thing yet. My family get to go on a road-trip with my uncle and his new wife for their honeymoon.

In the beginning of the trip to Las Vegas took ages. I unfortunately got my period in the middle of the car ride and when we were finally able to stop, let’s say it was a huge mess. But once we’ve reached the casino city, it was absolutely the best. Although stayed for a couple of the nights, being able to walk around and be in such a rich area was amazing. It was a little embarrassing to be with the family when people on the streets were giving out advertisements for… inappropriate entertainments. And being a kid though was no fun since the guards in the casinos would tell me to stay behind the line and not pass through when my uncle went to get keys for the hotel above.

After we headed to San Francisco. Really, I didn’t know why we bothered. We didn’t even stay to do anything. Except eat dinner then moved on. I loved the roads though. Watching it on TV was not like seeing it in real life. The hills were steep!

We then went to San Jose. Which also I did not understand why we bothered. So there is nothing I can tell anyone about except I have been there. And lastly, a trip back to love L.A. Before heading back home to Canada that is. The time there was great. Now that five years have passed, I am eager for a new adventure next month when I head off to California again.

July 25, 2009 9:36 AM  
OpenID ksutton said...

VACTION STORY CONTEST

Well, I do have many stories about the good vacations I’ve had in the past years, but none of them are particularly original. It’s was fun, the scenery was pretty, my little brothers drove me insane, yadda, yadda, yadda! So instead, Elizabeth, I’ll tell you about the vacation I went on when we all discovered something about me for the first time. A dangerous, delicious secret that you might just want to savor and never spit out! But, be forewarned, if you frighten easily, I suggest you don’t read the following…
You’re still reading? Good. I confess I would have been disappointed if you’d clicked away from the screen in overwhelming anxiety. I’m proud of you, girl.
Okay, here goes: My mom and I were in California for a while, staying with our cousins Dave and Candice. They had a really small apartment, so Mom and I had to share a bed. Now, all I really remember is that I was about twelve or thirteen and I wasn’t used to the city noises, so it was hard for me to fall asleep.
The rest of the story I hard from others, and here’s how it was told to me: The night passed. Midnight, one o’clock, two. But suddenly the peace was shattered. Dave heard a noise in the living room and he woke Candice. Both of them grabbed something for a weapon, terrified that there was a burglar in their home. Dave had a baseball bat, and Candice? She grabbed some expensive perfume to spray in the burglar’s eyes.
They tiptoed down the hall and into the kitchen. Dave peeked around the corner, but he didn’t see any big men tearing the place apart. He and Candice edged into the living room, alert and ready for anything…
…until they saw me in the corner.
“Kelsey?” Dave whispered, confused. I didn’t jump or even look at them. I was facing the wall, unmoving, silent. My hands were limp at my sides.
“Kelsey?” Candace said again, and she dared to reach out and touch my shoulder.
As if in a fantastically cheesy horror movie, I finally turned, slowly, to face them. Dave told me later that I never blinked, and my voice as I spoke was dead and low, “Where’s my mom?” It was all I said. Not really what you would expect a little zombie to say, now, is it?
Dave was baffled, but Candace—never one to stay silent if she didn’t need to—answered, “She was in bed with you!”
Moving as if I was underwater, I walked past my two cousins. I didn’t speak again, and apparently I still wasn’t blinking. Dave and Candace watched me go down the hall, open the door to the bedroom I was sharing with Mom, and close it again, softly. The apartment was once again calm and peaceful. But Dave and Candace never went back to bed. Utterly unsettled, they sat on the couch and watched a movie that had absolutely nothing to do with zombies… or sleepwalkers. Personally, I think zombies sounds cooler.
And that’s it. I woke up, Mom woke up, and we heard the odd little story. But from then on there were a few other circumstances where I was discovered to be walking and talking in my sleep. Mom wonders if I’ve been doing it my whole life, and no one ever realized…

E:MAIL: kelseyjsutton@hotmail.com

July 25, 2009 12:49 PM  
OpenID alatarielsunrise said...

I would have to say that probably my best vacation... was a family vacation to Salt Lake City, Utah when I was like, a freshman in high school. My dad's side of the family all lived in Utah at the time (we live in Kansas, though) and so we took the EIGHTEEN hour drive to get out there all 8+dog in a van. Needless to say the drive was horrendous, but after we got there, it was amazing fun. The whole family went camping in a place called Mirror Lake, which is waaay up in the mountains. Now, being from the flat state of Kansas, the rest of my family other than my dad didn't really believe that in July you would need to dress warmly, but we were so high up that it felt like a different world than it was in Salt Lake. We went swimming in the ice-cold water (and were the only ones of the whole place, it seemed like) and star-gazed by the lake at midnight.

It was seriously like an entirely different world, and you could see the stars perfectly, not to mention they even looked a little closer! During the camping trip we did a lot of crazy stuff, including a banana-cream pie eating contest at the end. It was more like yellow mush with banana pieces on top, but I'll never forget how hilarious it was to see my younger brother slam his face into the bowl and win by basically splashing all of the mush onto the picnic table.

On that trip we also got to go down into a silver mine. That was interesting because we had to go down the shaft in one of those REALLY rickety old mining elevators, and it was pitch black, dripping water the entire time. That part was a little scary, but according to the guide, we got down so deep into the earth that if there was an earthquake happening, we wouldn't even feel it. Crazy, huh? Anyway, it was tons of fun!

-Dawn
alatarielsunrise (at) gmail dot com

July 26, 2009 1:12 AM  
Blogger DeNiSe MaDnEsS said...

My vacation tend to be boring very boring so It was a miracles That I was able to find a story worth sharing
We usually take a camping trip up to Indiana every thing was going really well in the being the tent got up the food was stored the mosquito spray was beings shared luck that the camp ground didn’t have bears the first thing that we all wanted to go swimming in the lake that is only a 5 minute walk to were our tent are before we left we were all told that we can not keep any food with us because their were many wild animals
We were in the lake for about 30 minutes all of us having the a great time in the water the feeling of having fish swing through your legs is a really great feeling I love getting shell and making them into a neckles to ,many to have in one hand i decided to go back to the camp ground and get a plastic bag that i could but the shell in putting my sandal on I started waking to our tent reaching it in a 5 minutes I didn’t actually know where the bags were I decided to go check my mom car all the key of the cars were being held in a locked book were all the valuables can be kept you don’t need a key all you need is the code so i go and grab the key push the open bottom and leave the key in the bench with the shell i thought that the plastic bag are in the back seat of the car I go get down will the door closes behind me the bags are all the way in the back under the seat a little more and then I grab something getting ready to get out I hear a “click” o no o yes I forgot that my mom got this alarm system that after 5 minutes that the car gets unlocked it will get locked and if somebody from the inside try to open the door the car alarm sound a leaving the key in the bench i was locked inside the car Hoping that one of my family members would wonder where I was hoping an hour later nobody came so I was stuck in a car doing nothing staring up yes getting tired because having left the house at about 5 in the morning my eye were getting closed I took a small nap when I woke up the sky was getting down the heat in the car was horrible thank full that the back window had a small crack for air I waited for 2 more hours finally finally I can see my brother and sister and cozens running to the closer and closer to the car they stop and see my in the car with a very agitated look on my face the minutes that their all realize that the I was looked in the car all this time they all stared laughing tears on their eyes being wiped off they finally open the door my legs being numed from being in the car all day I’m ready to scream my lung out I ask why didn’t they come early didn’t they notice that I wasn’t their
Simple answer is that I always disappear (true) to go off reading and they though that I just stayed reading. I tell them that I left my book in my bag in the tent so I wasn’t even able to read just wanting to go change I go to the my tent I peer inside and what do you guess is inside my tent please guess a raccoon a small raccoon it was stuck with my brother tent for volley ball that he left in the net is also a rapper for Ho Hos the box not far behind I scream my lugs out and run a top of the bench 2 hours later after the ranger came and handled the raccoon and fined us I might add tent down because off the hole that the animal made didn’t make it safe for us to sleep in I had to sleep in the very same spot that I was stuck for a hours I was read to wine my way on going home when I suddenly see the sky full of stares I suddenly remember why I loved coming camping the stared haven’t lived in Chicago all my like it was hard for me to see the stares because of all the light that are on I was able to sleep in the car and fall asleep. I family never make me forget what happened and every time we go camping the story all way makes my smile/

Sorry if it long it was a long day
Denise
deniseguzman682(at)Gmail(dot)com

July 26, 2009 1:36 PM  
Blogger teenybits said...

The most interesting vacation was last year. I went to Taiwan with my mother and brother for about a month. For the first week we just stayed home, tried to adjust to the time change and met almost every relative and friend.

One night my mom went off with her college friends for dinner. My brother and I didn't want to go. My brother then got on the computer. A few minutes later he ran back and told me he saw something flapping. We told our aunt. She closed every window. We go downstairs to eat fruit. I decide that I need to use the bathroom and ask my brother to wait outside for me. I go up the stairs first and I see something black in the air. I start screaming and run to the door. The something drops on the stairs. I find out later that it was a bat.

A few days later my cousin and her husband bought us to this building on a mountain to drink tea.

And the last week of my vacation we spent it together with my cousins and aunts and uncle. We helped make 500 lunches for 3 days, played paintball, went to the waterpark, and celebrated Geoffrey (cousin) and Daniel's birthday. A few days later we came back to the US.


-Lisa
jikwer524@hotmail.com

July 26, 2009 10:00 PM  
Blogger Erica said...

I have a couple really good vacation stories.
One is when I was 9 and we went to Florida. My grandma took us, and we had this deal where we would eat breakfast at the hotel get a cheaper lunch and eat out for dinner every night. Anyways, that one day we were eating at this cafe in Seaworld. My little sister, who was 5, ordered the Shamu Lunchbox Meal. We got our food, and there was no lunchbox with it. So my dad goes, you didn't give us the lunchbox. The lady working snottily goes: "Oh no, you need to buy that separatly for 4.95" My dad is kinda mad now, and asks why they're selling the Shamu Lunchbox Meal without the lunchbox. Then my dad goes to order his food. He gets a sub, he asks for tomatoes on his sub. The lady working goes, "You're gonna have to pay for those tomatoes."

Basically, after all that, all of us were kind of agrivated. My grandma did the funniest thing I've ever seen her do, see my Grandma is one of those ladies who is never rude or anything, until someone gets her really mad. Then it's just hilarious. So my grandma went to grab napkins, and she didn't like the ones that were open so she wripped open a new package of napkins. It was hilarious for me at age 9, see my grandma go "It's the least they can do, have some CLEAN napkins."

:) Erica
Have a great vacation!

July 27, 2009 1:46 AM  
Blogger Allison said...

I sent my story in an email because I didn't want Blogger to freeze up on my crazy-long post.

Enjoy your vacation :)

-Allison
love-adelaide(at)live(dot)com

July 27, 2009 2:20 AM  
Blogger throuthehaze said...

hope im not too late:
My favorite vacation is actually the ONLY real vacation I've been on. It was a couple years ago. My parents and I flew out (first plane trip for me!) to visit my sister who was living in Seattle, WA at the time. Let me just say that I would be happy spending every day the rest of my life at Pike Place Market. It is ENORMOUS! There is something for everyone there. I did my best the week I was there to make it through the entire place. I found a little cafe that had the best paninis EVER and I also had the most delicious crepes (nutella, bananas, and whipped cream=LOVE)...so between the shopping and food it was an amazing trip. I also got to spend one day with just my sister and we went to the top of the space needle and to some museums (where we saw a gigantic moth that is apparently super rare to see because its lifespan is so short..anyways it was pretty). Maybe one day I will get to go back, but I will need a month of vacation so I can explore the market even more!

July 27, 2009 2:54 AM  
Blogger throuthehaze said...

oops! forgot my email addy

throuthehaze at gmail dot com

July 27, 2009 2:54 AM  

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