A week in the life...
I feel like I've strived my whole life to avoid being one of "Those Girls".
You know, the ones everybody talks about, but nobody likes? They're always too promiscuous or too boyish, too dull or too loud.
Heavens forbid a girl get obsessed with boys, books, cars, shopping, camping, sex, technology...
One must complete 12 tasks at once, while maintaining perfect beauty.
Pas-haw!
My brothers were joking about it yesterday and it really got me thinking about how crazy we Americans are.
I love our culture to bits, but it's hella weird.
To get the story started, I was invited to go "camping" with my older (half) brother's family, his half sister's family (no relation, thank god!), and his best friend's family. We went out to the Sand Dunes in Central Utah, bringing along 2 trailers, 5 dirt bikes, 6 quads, and a rhino (7 adults, 2 dogs, and 10 kids!). I hadn't been camping in, like, 8 years and always with my bro and his wife. lolz
Our first campsite was craptastic in that you could see it from the road (which might have kept us honest) and had like 200 bees! Which is hella bad when you've got 10 kids and 2 people who are deathly allergic... so at nightfall we moved.
It was awesome fun! I got to drive my first ever four-wheeler and the rhino thingy!
(For those who don't know, a rhino is a golf cart like thing... on crack. Google it or something if you don't believe me.)
But we finally got everything to our usual campsite, which still had a few bees unfortunately, and re-set everything before sending the little tykes to bed. Ha-ha! Poor bastards.
That's when things started to go bad, though...
Half-sister and her husband are honest to god trailer-trash. They've seen my bro 4 times in the past year, and begged for money three of them. They cant pay their rent or work cuz they're apparently "too weak". And yet her nails were done and he had a brand new tattoo... All they do is pop pills and bitch about how terrible they have it.
Which gets them nowhere, because the rest of us are hard-working bad-asses.
After all the stress of the day, we decided to have a little drink...
Hey, there's a little Captain in all of us.
At first we were all giddy and having a good time, but soon the pranks and jokes started going too far and fights erupted. I love my family to pieces, but I hope I never see that shit again... if the kids weren't there, I think my sister would have left. Forever.
I tried to head to bed after things started simmering down, but shouting got me right back up... My mom and brother (who I grew up with) have yet to realise that shouting wakes me up every time. I stumbled out of the camper to shocked looks.
"I thought you went to bed!?"
"So did I."
"Why are you awake?"
"...because the world's a crazy place."
"Good answer, I like that."
I must have crawled back in at some point, cuz next I knew, it was morning.
Day two.
This was our only full day, and therefore designated to riding. I got back on my sisters four-wheeler, all geared up in hand me downs. lol My other sister (my bro's bff's wife) got a photo, which I'll try and post later. It was only the second time I rode, so I spent a minute familiarizing myself with the handling, especially on turns. After a bit I started getting brave... ha-ha I was taking some jumps and came over this hill doing air, when suddenly... a tree appeared. And made itself intimate with my arm.
I'm a mite torn up, as I was wearing a short-sleeved shirt (helmet and gloves!) But most of the damage came from the fact that I was sunburned even before it happened.
X.x
We all came back in for lunch (sammiches!) and my brother's sister (teehee) was in the camper with her husband (coughpoppingpillscough) when it kind of occurs to us...
"Where the hell is your 18 month old daughter?!"
My brother's buddy and her husband took off on four-wheelers, and (most) of the rest of us started tearing through the camp. While the worthless b!tch sat on her f^ck!ng @ss yelling at her dog!!!
My brother's buddy found her almost a QUARTER MILE from our camp. And boy was he pissed!
Nobody really liked them to begin with, but by this point we were ready to kill. We calmed down eventually (but still can't stand the skank) and were just kind of hanging out around camp. I got to ride on the back of my big brother's 400 Honda dirt-bike! and it was awesome.
When I got back, my sister-in-law was all, "It's scary, huh?"
And I told her, "Hell no, it was awesome!"
Teehee
Some friends of the family called and said they were going to head out and hang with us, so we drove to the nearest town (20 miles or so) for ice and beer and stuffs, when we ran into some BLM (Bureau of Land Management) firefighters... And they kindly informed us of some bush fire between Eureka (where we were standing) and Delta (about 50 miles back the way we came, which was started by lightning the night before. We were all, "That's nice."
It didn't occur to us til after dinner, when the sun had set that the horizon looked mighty orange and smokey...
The fire was maybe 10 miles from our campsite!
So after our buddies got there we did the sensible, responsible thing... jumped on our toys and went to check it out!
We left the kids in their tents and rode out to rubber-neck.
It's a pretty big fire, too. Bout 5 - 10 acres, last we saw, with strong winds blowing it toward our camp. we must have passed 10 BLM firetruck on the way out and back.
We had to leave early our last day (Saturday) to be home by noon, so we all conked out. By the time we woke up there were 15 mph gusts tearing through our site! We had to chase down some tents to pack up... Only my brothers family and I came back, followed my the skank and her jerk.
But it was our mom's birthday, so... I cant believe she's half a century old... That means I'm turning 20 in 4 months!
But I found a surprising love for the out doors. My body is half-numb, but I'd be more than happy to jump on a four-wheeler and hang out in the dunes for the next week.
I'm in the process of joining the US Navy right now (surprise!) but won't know my time frames for another week or so. I did really good on my ASVAB, so I'm shooting for an Aeronautic Electrical Engineer, which means I'd work on the technology side of jets. I figure, after a year, I could put in for Pilot, or just stick with engineering. But I've also been considering Nuclear Technology or Master-at-Arms.
I just don't know... and it's hard to care most days.
I want my family and friends to be proud of me, but more than that... I want to be proud of myself.
So things are bound to change! I'm just not sure how or when.
I try to keep (some of) my personal life off of DA, but I figure this is pretty important, so I'll try to keep you guys informed.
I'm Back and Better Than Ever 
Peaceful
Thank you in advance!
I miss my civilian friends. 
Yearning
Maybe Netta, a little?
Pirate
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Thanks, friend! 
