usmcsis's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2nd to last entry of september '04 junebug woke me up a little while ago to let her out to do her business and now i'm awake and i can't go back to sleep. *grumble grumble* so i thought i'd make an early morning entry and see if i'm a bit closer to sleep when i'm done. besides, since i'm closing tonight this will probably be the only entry i do today. i'm actually hungry which may be part of my problem getting back to sleep. i mean my stomach is actually growling pretty nonstop. and it's getting to the point where it kind of hurts. maybe i should eat something... but i'm all out of twigs and berries breakfast bars and there really isn't anything i can have that doesn't involve some type of preperation. i'm too tired to be making toast. i'm liable to fall asleep and burn the kitchen down. my brother did that once. well, he didn't fall asleep. and he didn't burn the kitchen down either, but he tried. my parents did not own a toaster until i was eighteen. when we were little, if you wanted toast you put the bread on a pan and put it under the broiler in the oven. when one side was brown you flipped it over and browned the other side. and wahlah! you had toast. so will and i used to get up on saturday mornings and watch cartoons or maybe a movie if there was something good on cable. and back then, when cable was first out, there was always something good on, not like now where you have 987,654,321 channels and you can't find a damn thing to watch other than everybody loves raymond which comes on a local station. anyway, i digress. so will and i got up early and mama and daddy slept in, depending of course on what shift daddy happened to be working. so we would fix our own breakfast on these mornings. we were probably nine or ten (me) and six or seven (will). i had been cooking and using the stove for a couple of years and will had just started to use the stove i think. we decided that we wanted toast for breakfast and it was will's turn to cook. so he put the bread on the pan, turned on the broiler, put the pan in the oven, and came in the den to see what i was watching. we found out that a movie we liked was just coming on so we settled down to watch. i don't remember what the movie was but just as it was going off mama and daddy got up. daddy came in the kitchen to get something to drink. he yelled into the kitchen what were we cooking. it was then, two hours after the fact, that we remembered the toast! i jumped up and ran in the kitchen, turned off the oven and pulled the pan out. the bread was shriveled up to less than half it's normal size. it was charred black and it had become the same porous consistancy of volcanic rock. there were tiny blue flames coming from the bottom of each piece of bread and licking at the edges. i set it down on the stove and the fires went out. we turned on the kitchen fan, and opened the doors. of course we got yelled at, but in the end daddy laughed and we went out to breakfast. i still pick on my brother about his cooking to this day. but i will admit, he can make a mean macaroni and cheese. so mt saint helen's is going to errupt. forgive me, i hope no one is hurt, but i think it is the coolest friggin thing. when it errupted in 1980, i was not even four yet, so i don't remember it happening. i remember the movie that was made about it a few years later, i loved that movie and watched every single time it came on hbo. it was the begining of my fascination with nature and the earth and such. i know that natural disasters are a pain in the ass to the people that are in thier path. i have lived through a hurricane myself, as well as several tornados. i hate to see the devestation and destruction that these things bring about in populated areas. but, the thought of the magesty of the earth, the power and the mystery, is exciting. intriguing. and yes, i know that most of it is no longer a mystery thanks to scientists and such. but when the weatherman can't tell me for sure whether or not it is going to rain and the guy at the foot of the volcano can't tell me whether or not it is going to errupt even though it's smoking, that tells me that the world still holds plenty of mysteries, despite what we arrogant news watchers think. yeah, so i'm still hungry. i think i have a plum or two left in the fridge. maybe i'll have that so my stomach will stop growling and then maybe i'll be able to get back to sleep. have a good day everyone. toodles 7:26 am - 30 Sep 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
||||||