Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Blog Written 6-something-08

From IgCarrashi back to Igarashi

From Monday to yesterday (Friday) I was in SC helping some awesome friends, the Carr’s, finish packing up and loading the moving truck.
The drive to their house from ours is 3 hours long. So Mom and Coie drove me to Starbucks, Ashville. :-P The Carr’s picked me up from there. The drive with them seemed much shorter than the drive to Starbucks. We talked about lots of things that I like talking about (such as sports, like rock climbing).
I think we got to their house around 5 or something. I can’t remember. Maybe it was earlier. We had pizza for dinner and we talked about the different ways our family members sneeze. Don’t ask me how that started. But I showed them my sneeze and I pulled a muscle just below my right rib. Great. Just what I need. I pulled muscle two days before lifting heavy furniture. Lucky for me, it pretty much went away before Uncle Richard (oh, did I tell you that we’re related somehow?) and I had to move the furniture (praise God! That would have been extremely difficult for me with a sharp pain in my side whenever I bent over or picked something up).

It was sort of hard loading up all the furniture because it was 96 degrees all day and I sweat like a, um…something that sweats constantly. Aunt Shay gave me a water bottle that was twice as long as a normal W.B. and I’m supposed to get at least 2 of those everyday. The day we loaded everything I drank 4 and a half of those. I asked her if I got any credit for that and she gave me 2,000,004 points for that. I only went to the little-room 3 times that day which means I sweat it all out. Either that or pants just weren’t sweaty. :-P
Oh, and to make things harder, the drive way is above the house so we had to carry the stuff uphill to the truck. We certainly got quite a work out.
We didn’t have anything go wrong (like dropping the furniture) until after I noted that everything was going very well and how I was surprised that I didn’t break anything. And then we both lifted a heavy chest right in the middle of each side so it tipped and we nearly dropped it. Uncle Richard caught it with his arm and I caught it with my leg. So it didn’t hit the ground. Something always goes wrong right after I note that everything is going well. Another thing happened, but it would take too long to type out. But Aunt Shay nearly died laughing over it.
Oh, actually, it took a day and a half to get all the furniture out. The next day was also 96. And when we finished all the work and loading, the next day we got to go swimming. That day the temperature dropped to 90 or 92. That just isn’t right.

While I was there we went to a restaurant called Wades (I had never been there before) and that was really yummy. I wish we had one of those here in TN. And as usual, the waiter was on my head while taking our orders. I don’t know what it is, but I ALWAYS get the waiter behind me. Oh, and if there’s a 4 year old, he/she ALWAYS sits in the next chair on my left. And that happened, too. Martha Bryan sat to my left (I kept on almost calling her Johanna the entire time I was there). What’s up with that? After that we went and got ice cream. While we were enjoying that, Uncle Richard told me a blonde joke that is *SO* funny to me. Had anyone else told it to me I don’t think it would have been as funny, but the way he told it just about killed me. And I was still laughing about it 5 minutes later. And then we finished our ice cream and got in the car and I was thinking about that and I just started laughing out loud (I do that a lot-laugh at my own thoughts). It was the joke about the bus driver who lost his voice. I can’t write it down; I’d have to act it out for you.

Another evening we went to a Mexican restaurant called Bronco’s. I had never been there before either and Mr. and Mrs. Carr were telling me about it and they said that when get back from the restaurant you smell like Bronco’s and you go “mmmmm, Bronco’s” and you smell your hair and you go “yummmmmmmm, Bronco’s” and then a couple hours later your stomach goes “oooooh, Bronco’s” (I’m literally laughing out loud right now just remembering uncle Richard acting that out for me). He’s too funny.

I have *LOTS* I mean *TONS* more to say about my time there. But I have to get off now. I’ll write out a part 2 later. They are a very funny family and I’ve got a bunch of stories to tell. But I don’t have time right now. I also learned lots of stuff I’d like to share with you. And I also learned stuff like ‘Southern Terms’ such as “Bless your heart”.

I LOVE the Carr’s. They’re just all around cool. I miss them. But I get to see them again in August because they’re dropping off the TAN SUBURBAN!!!!!!!!! By golly I’m overly excited about that! That is so totally MINE when I get my driving permit. I claimed it first. So it’s only fair that I own it. :-P
I need to get off in five minutes; I’ll use that time to tell one more story.
When we went to Starbucks to drop me off, we went in and ordered some SB drinks. The half of my family that came was outside sitting with Aunt Shay and Little Richard and Emery. Uncle Richard, Martha Bryan and I waited inside for the drinks. The SB lady put one of the drinks on the counter and we didn’t pick it up right away, we just stood there and waited for the rest. And then Uncle Richard went to go open the door for Martha Bryan. So I was the only one standing there and an older guy came over and took the drink. And since I wasn’t positive that that was our drink, I didn’t say anything to him. He went and sat down. When Uncle Richard came back I quietly asked him if that guy over there had taken his drink. He didn’t even notice as first that it was missing. He turned around and goes “Oh!” and he went over to the guy and asked for it back. He didn’t do anything to it; he just put the straw in it. So they guy followed him back to the ‘waiting’ counter and kept apologizing and trying to explain how he had gotten it confused with his drink. The guy seemed embarrassed and Uncle R’s way of taking off the load of embarrassment was saying “No, that’s totally ok! But thanks for putting the straw in it!”

That took longer than I thought it would. And you probably don’t think it’s as funny as I do, but that’s ok.
:-D
-Ryann

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