flote? flot?

This is going to be a long one. And that is the reason I have changed my blog template; so that it is easier to read. I might go back to the old one, but it kind of annoys me, because generally, I don't like windows and scrolling within a window to read a post or see the sidebar.

Day One:
Monday was spent on airplanes. Rapid City to Minneapolis to Memphis to Gulfport. I believe it was the plane from Minneapolis to Memphis that was ran into by a truck, and then fixed with duct tape. Nothing serious, the pilot made sure to note, as the damage only affected the fuel efficiency of our flight, not the actual flight itself. Duct tape. Does that withstand winds of several hundred miles per hour? Apparently so. I had a picture, but like a dummy, I deleted it because I wasn't sure how to use my camera.

Day Two:
Tuesday comes around, and we're off to the Gulf Coast! We stay at the Best Western across from the Beau Rivage, one of the snazzier-slash-ritzier hotels in the area. My first gambling game was War. If your card is higher than the dealer's, you win. It's honestly that simple. I won about forty dollars, whereas my sister lost sixty. If we'd switched places, the tables would have been turned, as we were the only two players at the table. Then off to Blackjack, where I think I broke even.

Day Three:
Wednesday, our last full day on the coast. We went to more casinos, ate out more, went to the mall, where I splurged on Bath & Body Works lotions, bought some undergarments and a belt, and some iPod covers for Aaron's iPod, and immediately put the pink one on as soon as we got back to the hotel. This was also the night of the season finale of Lost on ABC, so Aunt Sharon made sure that we were back at the hotel by the apropriate time so we could see it, and then we went to Coyote's in the Grand Casino to see my Great Aunt Vicki's son in law, Lloyd, do karoke and dance. My grandmother, my great aunt, and Lloyd danced a lot on the dance floor - line dancing to songs like "Push It" by Salt N Peppa and "Stroke It" - it was a lot of fun.

Day Four:
Thursday is back at Grandma's. Nothing much happened that day, except we tried to visit my aunt in the next town over, who wasn't home, and then stopped by my grandpa's grave to see it because Ashley requested to while we were there.

We got back home and set up the air mattress for the evening. The patch that I'd placed on it Monday night had peeled halfway off and wasn't holding air anymore, but we didn't realize this right away. Around 3am, Ashley and I were finally laying on the floor, it had sunk so much. I aired it up, and about three hours later, we were back on the floor. It was miserable.

Day Five:
Visited my aunt and saw her newly in the process of being remodeled house, played with her dogs, and got to hold a baby. He was my grandma's sister's grandson. Not sure how that works out for me, but he was cute and fairly un-fussy. We ate out for lunch and dinner that day. I don't think we actually had a homecooked meal the whole time we were there, come to think of it.

Day Six:
More airplanes! Grandma and Aunt Sharon dropped us off at the airport and saw us off while we went through the security line. For Mom and Ashley, Gulfport to Memphis to Minneapolis to Rapid City; exactly the opposite as the trip to Mississippi. For me; Gulfport to Memphis to Milwaukee to Minneapolis to Rapid City. On airplanes, you can use the bottom seat to float on in the unlikely event of a water crash (if you were to survive, that is), and I noticed that they spelled it "flotation." Now, do we flote? Or do we flot? No, so why is it spelled like this? Is it derived from "flow" instead of "float"? Such a mystery. I didn't get off the plane in Rapid City until 9:30pm, where I promptly called Kmart to see what time, if at all, I worked the next day. Zach told me from 1:30pm to 9pm, Electronics.

Day Seven:
Turns out Zach told me LAST Sunday's schedule, and I was 45 minutes late to work, and I worked in the Garden Shop. Damnit.