My Rebellious Nature

It has recently become very apparent to me that I am a tad rebellious. Most of the time I am uncertain if I want to do something or not. Then, someone tells me NOT to do it and then I have an overwhelming desire to do whatever they told me not to do. And it generally works out very well for me. Here are some examples:

I was telling Dad I was debating going to visit him and mom for Christmas. He told me to save my money and stay in Washington. A couple days later I bought my plane tickets.

One of my friends is getting married soon in Colorado. It looks to be a really good party, BUT I couldn't decide if I wanted to spend that much money. I was talking about it with Greggy and he told me that if I went it would be horrible and that I shouldn't go. Later that afternoon, I booked a flight, rental car, and hotel room. Sorry Greggy. And now I'm really excited about it. And since I'm not going to Abu Dhabi in March as I had originally planned, I figure I can afford it.

I was debating whether or not to go up to White Pass Washington to go snowboarding today. Well, I've been debating the last couple days. My manager and co-workers told me not to go. My mother advised me not to. My friend that wanted to go with me changed his mind and tried to back out last minute. But we still went. Because I wanted to. And I had a fabulous day.

More ancient tidbits: lots of my "friends" told me to not go on a mission because I would be a horrible missionary because I don't like to do what people tell me. Well, I showed them. Or something. I went in any case.

Really recent: Heidi loo-hoo wanted a fish for Christmas. I mildly considered it (but not really) until Lloyd said she couldn't have one. When I got back from Mom and Dad's after Christmas, Heidi and I went and got her a fish. It died last week. I guess Lloyd won, but I honestly think we got a defective fish. It was manic depressive or something. It wouldn't eat its food even though the pet store people said it was his favorite kind. I think he starved to death. Poor fish. But he brought it on himself. Now Heidi loo-hoo wants a bird. But even if someone tells me not to get it, I still won't get her a bird. It would probably be defective and die also.

SNOW!!!

It finally snowed today in Vancouver. I couldn't help but stare for several minutes out my office window at the huge puffs of snow falling from the sky. We did not get enough to make a snowman, much to the chagrin of my young niece, but it was nice all the same.

The snow reminded me of when it would snow back in Idaho. It would be late at night, but seemed really bright outside. The snow generally accumulated very slowly and I would get to stay up late and get all my snow clothes on and help my dad shovel the driveway. This always seemed pointless to me as I knew that there would be another foot or so when we got up in the morning and then the snowplow would come by and deposit boulders of ice and snow at the end of the driveway making it impossible to get out. And we would have to shovel it all again. It was fabulous.

This cycle would go on all winter long, and the walls of snow on the side of the sidewalk and driveway would get so tall that we couldn't throw the snow on top anymore and so we had to climb on top and move that snow another 6 feet or so over to make room for more.

My siblings and I would build tunnels and even "houses" in the snowbank. At least one year our house was big enough to stand up in and we had many rooms in the house: separate bedrooms, probably a living room, and most impressively a kitchen which had counters and inlets under the counters to store stuff. It was the best thing EVER.