The Friday Five
I've been periodically checking in on Friday Five to see if they have questions worth answering on this site. The premise behind the site is simple: Every Friday, they publish five questions that you are supposed to answer on your respective blogs. So, per today's Friday Five, I'll try to answer some of the questions.
1. How are you planning to spend the summer?
Working, primarily, as Summer is our busiest time in Sunriver. That, and probably losing a bunch of sleep when the new baby comes in a month or so.
2. What was your first summer job?
Working for my dad when he owned H2O Specialties. I was 14, and rode my bike around Sunriver cleaning hot tubs. I had a little bike buggy trailer that was loaded with spa chemicals and a spa wand, and I usually cleaned about 15 tubs a day (could've done much more if I could drive).
3. If you could go anywhere this summer, where would you go?
I would go to Europe (Wales, specifically), taking Todd up on his offer to put my family up for a while. I would also bring somebody to take care of the baby and Hannah while we tried to enjoy ourselves.
4. What was your worst vacation ever?
Oh man, I've had a bunch of them. I think the worst vacation I went on was when I was in the 5th grade. I honestly can't remember if this was all one vacation or two separate, but I seem to remember it being one. My sister was about 2 years old, my brother in the 2nd grade. We did a drive and camp-as-we-go trip down through California, over to Yuma, Arizona, and then up through Utah, back to Bend through Idaho. We camped in the redwoods, only to be awoken in the morning by ferocious rain and hail flooding our tent. Then we camped (in a tent, mind you) a couple days later at an RV park -- in Los Angeles, right next-door to Disneyland. Needless to say, we didn't sleep that much that night -- between the LAPD helicopters trying to find some folks in our area, to the steady flow of cars on the Interstate right next to our campsite, we didn't sleep too well.
A couple days later, we made it to our grandmother's house in Yuma. In the span of the four or five days we were there, we had several trips to the emergency room: My brother got bit by a dog (who had to be then put to sleep, because of Arizona's strict laws), and then had to have a swollen kidney bean removed from his ear (don't ask). My sister had to be taken in as she had a vicious ear infection.
And it gets better. The first night we were there, my brother and I slept out in the folded-down back-seat of our Volvo that had gotten us here (my grandma's house was a bit small). Luckily, I slept through it, and dismissed what I did hear, but during the middle of the night, and escaped mental patient was roaming around the neighborhood, welding a machete, looking for his ex-girlfriend that lived in one of the houses. My parents were awake, but they could hear the guy was right outside our car that we were sleeping in. They didn't want to get the guys attention, in case that agitated him and he started to take it out on us. All my Mom said she heard was the border-patrolman who lived across the street yelling "Put the weapon on the ground and your hands behind your head." Needless to say, we didn't sleep in the Volvo the rest of the trip.
After we left grandma's, we made our way as fast as possible to Idaho, making it to Boise. We tried to find a hotel, as we were sick of camping, but all we could get was a hotel outside of Boise that was a dive -- garbage in pool, little hot water, etc... . Why was Boise, <sarcasm>the tourism capital of the Northwest</sarcasm>, so packed? A big bowling tournament had everything booked. Go figure.
We got the hell out of there bright and early the next day. My dad was booking along pretty fast, and managed to get pulled over three times between Boise and Bend -- once in every county between Bend and the Idaho/Oregon border.
I still remember turning in my project to my 5th-grade teacher when I got back to town. He had asked me to write a diary of the trip. I wish I had a copy of it still, as it would be a good read. I know he was amazed I survived.
5. What was your best vacation ever?
See above ;-). Actually, pretty much everything other than that vacation has been fine.