Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Organically grown
You don't always get to control when dance inspiration hits and unfortunately, can't make it hit if you aren't feeling it so sometimes you have to just go for it. Aerosmith came on the radio when I was in the grocery store back home and so this dance was halfway invented near the chips before I even got out of the store.
MARTY
I'm glad the 18 year old me had the foresight to keep this because the 37 year old me with a 20 year reunion next year thinks it is hilarious! Assignment was a 3-page paper about a person you know. The rhyming is because I thought it made it more fun to write.
Shannon Schlothauer
Freshman Comp
11-9-93
MARTY
Once upon a time, not so very long ago,
I witnessed an experience about which you ought to know.
You see I have this dear friend Marty, he's one terrific guy,
he's always nice and friendly, and sometimes a little shy.
In high school Marty had lots of friends, boys and girls the same,
he was always out on weekends and everyone knew his name.
Marty wasn't too concerned with academic studies,
and on any given weekday, he was out driving with his buddies.
As graduation was approaching and high school was winding down,
Marty decided that in the fall, he would be college bound.
Many of Marty's friends were going to college together,
but Marty didn't want to be stuck in a rut with them forever.
He knew that college meant it was time to be making up your mind
of exactly what you want with life and what you want to find.
So Marty packed his Mazda with all his dorm room needs
and prayed that he'd be happy where this new road would lead.
When Marty got to school, and found where his room was at,
He started unloading all his stuff and met his roommate Pat.
Now in the first few weeks, when no one knew too much,
some acquaintances of Marty got together each day for lunch.
Now this is where I come in, and the rest of our gang, too
and actually where the story starts, of us at DSU.
Marty's circle of friends started with Mike and Nate and I.
Then Wendy and Chad came around and Dave started dropping by.
Next we met Laurie, and she fit in so well,
with us and Pat and Jesse, and her roommate, Mel.
Last but certainly not at all least, we added Mike and Rick
and that makes up the majority of our little clique!
Now Marty was adjusting well and liked what he was doing,
but unfortunately, he had the nasty habit of chewing.
He was going to all his classes and lifting weights after school,
and as a group, we all liked bowling and spent time shooting pool.
The only downfall came on nights with schedules clear,
because with nothing else to do they would just start drinking beer.
The first few times were funny, and helped them to unwind,
then some bad things happened which you'd think would change their minds.
One night they were all hungry, but in no condition to drive,
so I drove them all to Subway, to be sure that they'd arrive.
When we were coming back, to finally go to bed,
Marty leaned over in the parking lot and left what he'd been fed!
The next drunk he experienced, Marty hates to talk about.
It happened when he'd had so many beers that he'd lost count.
He was too drunk to know a good girl from a bad one,
so when a bad one started hitting on him, he didn't turn and run.
The next day though, when he woke up, he really was a wreck,
when he noticed a phone number on his hand, and hickies on his neck.
The worst thing was Marty didn't remember a thing about this chick,
and when someone pointed her out to him, it almost made him sick.
Now after these experiences, Marty'd slow down, you'd think.
But guess what! He didn't - Marty still wanted to drink!
So some time later, after a long all-night party,
the morning brought a big surprise - a girl was in bed with Marty!
Now Marty tried and tried to recall the events of the night before,
but he could only remember certain parts and wish he remembered more.
His relief was great when talking to his friends and finding out the facts,
after knowing he didn't touch the girl, he could finally relax.
They said that he was sleeping as the party started to slow,
and this girl passed out on his bed and no one took her home.
No nothing had gone wrong, and the puzzle was all solved,
but suddenly Marty realized the potential dangers involved
by drinking all the time and having too much fun,
and waking up not knowing exactly what you've done.
On top of this confusion are rotten side effects
of being tired, sick and headachey, and feeling like a wreck.
So Marty decided to stop drinking and work on lifting weights,
and also staying healthy and watching what he ate.
To fit into the picture, the chewing had to stop,
and to carry it even further, Marty even stopped drinking pop!
He's been going for about two weeks now with no pop, beer or chew,
and lifting weights and eating good, and feeling real good too!
The other night, we were all out, and having lots of fun
and Marty gave in and had a beer, but he only had just one!
Our group takes care of itself and we try to warn someone
if they want to do something they'll regret that at the time, seems fun.
We've learned to trust and rely on what each one in our group thinks,
and they rely on me to drive, because I do not drink!
We trust each others' judgement and respect opinions, too
and usually listen to each others' advice on what we ought to do.
So every time we go out at night, or maybe to a party,
everyone watches everyone else, and we all look out for Marty!
Shannon Schlothauer
Freshman Comp
11-9-93
MARTY
Once upon a time, not so very long ago,
I witnessed an experience about which you ought to know.
You see I have this dear friend Marty, he's one terrific guy,
he's always nice and friendly, and sometimes a little shy.
In high school Marty had lots of friends, boys and girls the same,
he was always out on weekends and everyone knew his name.
Marty wasn't too concerned with academic studies,
and on any given weekday, he was out driving with his buddies.
As graduation was approaching and high school was winding down,
Marty decided that in the fall, he would be college bound.
Many of Marty's friends were going to college together,
but Marty didn't want to be stuck in a rut with them forever.
He knew that college meant it was time to be making up your mind
of exactly what you want with life and what you want to find.
So Marty packed his Mazda with all his dorm room needs
and prayed that he'd be happy where this new road would lead.
When Marty got to school, and found where his room was at,
He started unloading all his stuff and met his roommate Pat.
Now in the first few weeks, when no one knew too much,
some acquaintances of Marty got together each day for lunch.
Now this is where I come in, and the rest of our gang, too
and actually where the story starts, of us at DSU.
Marty's circle of friends started with Mike and Nate and I.
Then Wendy and Chad came around and Dave started dropping by.
Next we met Laurie, and she fit in so well,
with us and Pat and Jesse, and her roommate, Mel.
Last but certainly not at all least, we added Mike and Rick
and that makes up the majority of our little clique!
Now Marty was adjusting well and liked what he was doing,
but unfortunately, he had the nasty habit of chewing.
He was going to all his classes and lifting weights after school,
and as a group, we all liked bowling and spent time shooting pool.
The only downfall came on nights with schedules clear,
because with nothing else to do they would just start drinking beer.
The first few times were funny, and helped them to unwind,
then some bad things happened which you'd think would change their minds.
One night they were all hungry, but in no condition to drive,
so I drove them all to Subway, to be sure that they'd arrive.
When we were coming back, to finally go to bed,
Marty leaned over in the parking lot and left what he'd been fed!
The next drunk he experienced, Marty hates to talk about.
It happened when he'd had so many beers that he'd lost count.
He was too drunk to know a good girl from a bad one,
so when a bad one started hitting on him, he didn't turn and run.
The next day though, when he woke up, he really was a wreck,
when he noticed a phone number on his hand, and hickies on his neck.
The worst thing was Marty didn't remember a thing about this chick,
and when someone pointed her out to him, it almost made him sick.
Now after these experiences, Marty'd slow down, you'd think.
But guess what! He didn't - Marty still wanted to drink!
So some time later, after a long all-night party,
the morning brought a big surprise - a girl was in bed with Marty!
Now Marty tried and tried to recall the events of the night before,
but he could only remember certain parts and wish he remembered more.
His relief was great when talking to his friends and finding out the facts,
after knowing he didn't touch the girl, he could finally relax.
They said that he was sleeping as the party started to slow,
and this girl passed out on his bed and no one took her home.
No nothing had gone wrong, and the puzzle was all solved,
but suddenly Marty realized the potential dangers involved
by drinking all the time and having too much fun,
and waking up not knowing exactly what you've done.
On top of this confusion are rotten side effects
of being tired, sick and headachey, and feeling like a wreck.
So Marty decided to stop drinking and work on lifting weights,
and also staying healthy and watching what he ate.
To fit into the picture, the chewing had to stop,
and to carry it even further, Marty even stopped drinking pop!
He's been going for about two weeks now with no pop, beer or chew,
and lifting weights and eating good, and feeling real good too!
The other night, we were all out, and having lots of fun
and Marty gave in and had a beer, but he only had just one!
Our group takes care of itself and we try to warn someone
if they want to do something they'll regret that at the time, seems fun.
We've learned to trust and rely on what each one in our group thinks,
and they rely on me to drive, because I do not drink!
We trust each others' judgement and respect opinions, too
and usually listen to each others' advice on what we ought to do.
So every time we go out at night, or maybe to a party,
everyone watches everyone else, and we all look out for Marty!
Friday, October 12, 2012
Day 6 - I'm thankful for...
Everything.
Day 7 - light
Day 8 - angle
Field geometry
Day 9 - red
in a batch of deflated balloons, this one was still going strong 10 days later.
Day 10 - emotion
This night has endless stories. We experienced fear, anxiety, relief, gratitude, confusion (WTF, AC?), love and obviously a little unabashed happiness :) So, the norm for us.
Day 11 - something close-up
Horse face.
Day 12 - on the table
Obviously I put that there for you, Pickles.
Everything.
Day 7 - light
Day 8 - angle
Field geometry
Day 9 - red
in a batch of deflated balloons, this one was still going strong 10 days later.
Day 10 - emotion
This night has endless stories. We experienced fear, anxiety, relief, gratitude, confusion (WTF, AC?), love and obviously a little unabashed happiness :) So, the norm for us.
Day 11 - something close-up
Horse face.
Day 12 - on the table
Obviously I put that there for you, Pickles.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Funday!
Something awesome that my home team does is meet up at the river on summer Sunday afternoons for volleyball and beers and swimming/boating/water shenanigans and to recover and maybe remind each other of what happened the night before. Since the weather was so beautiful and beet harvest was shut down, we were lucky enough to get one last Funday when I was home.
The river was too low for boats, but luckily we have a backdoor :)
Volleyball time!
They are actually pretty darn good.
Get it!
No, I don't play sports and also someone needs to take pictures of the action! Nikki represents though!
Go Rob!
Rocker watching his dad :)
Dog Ball
I think by now we are on the third game. Rob and Judd seem to be moving a lot slower.
or not at all...
I even tricked them into plugging in my ipod for a bit. A couple dance mixes and our little NoDak beach is kind of like Cabo. I love Rob in this shot :)
I promise that I have a swimsuit top on.
We stayed late and had a bonfire and everything. I love this day.
The river was too low for boats, but luckily we have a backdoor :)
Volleyball time!
They are actually pretty darn good.
Get it!
No, I don't play sports and also someone needs to take pictures of the action! Nikki represents though!
Go Rob!
Rocker watching his dad :)
Dog Ball
I think by now we are on the third game. Rob and Judd seem to be moving a lot slower.
or not at all...
I even tricked them into plugging in my ipod for a bit. A couple dance mixes and our little NoDak beach is kind of like Cabo. I love Rob in this shot :)
I promise that I have a swimsuit top on.
We stayed late and had a bonfire and everything. I love this day.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Digging beets and not digging beets
I am really glad that I decided to come a couple days before I thought harvest would start because as it turns out, they started early and the day I learned to drive was the most time I spent in the truck.
I rode with Dad and got my instructions and then got into the driver's seat. I am not going to be known for my innate truck driving abilities, but I didn't totally screw anything up.
The piler is pretty scary, taunting me while I wait my turn and hope not to do anything stupid while I'm up there.
Beets.
Figuring it out.
After our first successful day, we spent a fun night hanging in the shop.
Since we stayed shut down over the weekend, we found ourselves back in the shop for some Sunday football.
The kids got some work done.
Baron disapproves.
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Jake hangs with the grown-ups.
The trucks, patiently waiting.
I rode with Dad and got my instructions and then got into the driver's seat. I am not going to be known for my innate truck driving abilities, but I didn't totally screw anything up.
The piler is pretty scary, taunting me while I wait my turn and hope not to do anything stupid while I'm up there.
Beets.
Figuring it out.
After our first successful day, we spent a fun night hanging in the shop.
The kids got some work done.
Baron disapproves.
Jake hangs with the grown-ups.
The trucks, patiently waiting.
Monday, October 8, 2012
A picture is worth a thousand words. Good thing I take so many.
As much as I want to try to capture some of the ten million emotions and feelings and thoughts over the past 10 days, I don't know where to start.
Photo Challenge Weekly Recap
Day 29 - errand
Running to Sidney for errands means Cheryl gets coffee. This pleases her.
Day 30 - you, then
The early version of Day 28
Day 1 - where you stood
In the frosty grass as the sun came up by the river.
Day 2 - lunchtime
Day 3 - this happened today
we got rained out.
Day 4 - what you read
you can keep your 50 Shades.
Day 5 - shadow
Running to Sidney for errands means Cheryl gets coffee. This pleases her.
Day 30 - you, then
The early version of Day 28
Day 1 - where you stood
In the frosty grass as the sun came up by the river.
Day 2 - lunchtime
Day 3 - this happened today
we got rained out.
Day 4 - what you read
you can keep your 50 Shades.
Day 5 - shadow
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