Air Show

I legitimately tried to catch up on blogging today while Clara was napping and Tyler was at work (instead of cleaning the house : D) So I blog-surfed for a bit and remembered all the cool bookmarked paged I had on THIS computer. Then I went to go upload some photos from the media computer to this one and, of course, the network says I don't have permission to view the pictures on the other computer from this one.

THEY"RE MY PICTURES!!! I AM THE PERMISSION!!

Apparently, vista does not agree and has therefore denied me access repeatedly. This despite my attempts to claim ownership, which, I shouldn't have to be doing anyway in my opinion, but again, tell that to vista.

So to make this feel like not such a complete waste of time (because lets be real, I was originally going to take a nap), here are some photos that my friend Cami took at the Air Show (because i didn't take any) and a post about it.

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Saturday Oct 17: Say goodbye to Brittne and a wonderful two week visit. Head to the Misawa Inn with 144 cakes, a five-shelf rack and hundreds of plastic grocery bags and some other random stuff in my van. Meet Tami at the Inn, run to mokuteki and wait for 30 minutes for food, come back and chat with Tami until 1am.

Sunday Oct 18: wake up at 4am. Meet with Lesley and Laura (who is way to bright-eyed and bushy tailed for me with her hazelnut coffee drink) and drive the van to the booth. Unload and go back and get Laura's car, unload, go back and get Lesley's car, unload then go back and get Tami's car which i totally forgot still had 50 cakes in it. Head back to the Inn around 6:30am for a nap, but Tami and Cami are there so I just talk : ) Head back at 8:30 and I'm apparently late for my first shift because they let people in early.

8:30am-4pm: Cake selling Air Show extravaganza! Japanese people everywhere, hamburgers and hot dogs, cakes, planes overhead, afterburner smoke and grill grease, me shouting like a Tijuana trader in the middle of it all with a plate of cake and/or a display plate of hamburgers and hot dogs, LOUD NOISES!!! and a lot of Japanese language. I only had one real problem and I still have no idea what happened, I just told hte lady it was fine and to take her burger and go. (in 'Japanese').

"Oiishi! oiishi keki! Chokoreto toh batta banira keki! Dozo! Dozo! Keki! Only 500 yen! Pairotto Booth! Hamburg! Hot Dog! 300 yen!

Loosely translated to:
"Delicious! Delicious cake! Chocolate and butter vanilla (yellow) cake! Please! Please! (try the cake as I shove the platter in front of them--nicely) CAKE!! Only 500 yen! Pilot Booth! Hamburgers! Hot Dogs! 300 Yen!"

We sold out by about 12:30 thanks to tons of help from ladies in the squadron and we helped the guys sell their stuff too (they also had patches and shirts and all sorts of random stuff). It was a lot of fun but SUPER exhausting. And it took me over an hour to get home with all the traffic headed south, so I was shouting music out my rolled down window on the way home to stay awake. I'm sure the Japanese just love me.

Tyler put Clara in our new backpack carrier and rode his bike to base (no way was he getting a car on base). I had packed a bag for her the night before, but on the way to base she lost one of her brand new shoes! So she had to run around in socks which was horrifying for me given my upbringing. Thankfully I was so busy in the booth I didn't have much time to cringe about that.

The only thing that really scared Clara was the THunderbirds with their afterburner. She's scream and cry and try to bury her head in his neck or chest and shake her head "no". But then, she ended up falling asleep for about 10 minutes during their show because she was so tired from the day! HAhaha! she's weird.

Our Booth. You can sort of see one of the signs I wrote out in Japanese (Hirigana). It says: CAKE! 500 yen Chocolate Butter Vanilla (yellow)
I should have taken a picture of them because they were awesome.

Kerry working through the language barrier with a customer.

Some of the guys had on flight suits which really helped bring peopel to our booth. Japanese peopel LOVE American pilots! It's so werid! One guy even asked for Husky and Hoser said he'd be back later, could he help him. And the japanese guy pulled out a ziploc bag of photos and took one out of husky taken from some other airshow or something and wanted him to sign it! The guys were signing t-shirts and lithographs and everything they signed was sold for more money! HAhahahaha! Also, people would just record our booth. I'm not sure if it's becuase i was shouting or becuase they were pilots, but I was recorded on more than one occasion and had my picture taken a variety of times. I also took lots of pictures of japanese people with guys in flight suits for said japanese people.

Things I Should Know At 6:20am

Scene: This morning, 6:20am. Anna asleep in bed and tyler in the bathroom.

rustle rustle rummage rummage Babe? Hey anna? Do you know where my razor cord is?

"hmm? wha? What?"

"Do you know where the cord to my shaver is?"

"uhh, umm. I don't know, in your shave kit? on top of the cabinent?"

rustle rustle rummage It's not there. Where else would it be?

"wha? what? Where else? I don't know! Um. . maybe under th cabinenet? but I haven't. . . .haven't seen it there. . . you're sure it's not in your shave kit?"

"oh, here it is! yeah, it was I found it! thanks babe."

"mhm"

ten minutes later from the kitchen:
AWWwwwwwwww! Ohhhh! We're out of eggs!!

huh? wha? huh?

"WE'RE OUT OF EGGS!!"

"What? no we're not! I put tat dozen in the fridge last night. remeber? they're in there"

"no! we've only got two left! I gotta go to work!"

"what? what-no! I put the dozen in last night!"

"No. . . they all fell out!"

"Ahhhhhhhhh! What time is it?! Whatever! just leave it! I've got hte dog in here. I'll clean it up LATER!!"

rustle rummage general noise Babe! I gotta go to work! I need help!

"eeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" get up, put robe on, go out in the kitchen to see a dozen eggs broken on the floor wrapped in a nice circle of dish towel with yolk and white oozing out all over the place while tyler is arranging his toast and jam on a plate.

"Sigh Seriously?

Anna commences getting napkins and lysol wipes and gets down on the ground to start cleaning the blob that refused to be cleaned. I don't know if you know this, but eggs don't really 'absorb' into paper towels or napkins very well. Halfway through she gets up

"I've got to go to the bathroom. Those egg shells better be thrown away when I get back. I don't want the towel, just throw that away too."

from the bathroom: "Bang! AHhhh! OH COME ON!!!! Did you stand on the toilet lid when you got your shave cord?!"

Tyler comes running in to see the toilet lid across the bathroom and me still recovering from it snapping off and flying through the air when I went to lift it.

"Oh, yeah, I did. Sorry! I'm really sorry babe!"

She comes back and assesses the situation and gets a flipper and ladel and starts scrambling the gelatenous mass still quivering on the floor and 'flipping' it into the ladel and pouring it into the trash can.

"How's you're toast? I'm sure it's delicious wit hthat jam and everything. . . . while your five month pregnant wife is on her hands and knees cleaning up a dozen eggs YOU spilled? Which, apparently, don't want to be cleaned up? Is it good? It better be, becuase you owe me. You owe me SO MUCH! What time is it?! You realzie clara's not even up yet, right? I don't HAVE to be up right now. . . what hte CRAP! just get in the ladel!!"

"Baby I love you so much! You're hte best. I oew you so much! I love you!"

"You'd better"

>Scene<

The toilet lid acutally made me laugh, but I did have a few things to say when I came back from the bathroom and it was along those lines, but I wasn't fuming or anything becuase i was still just htinking "SeriouslY? waht is goign ON here!" after the toilet lid.

I am aware

Yes. I am aware that is has been over a month. I've got a variety of things with a variety of pictures to post--but not yet. Tyler's sister is in town and I volunteered to organize a booth and sell 500 cakes at the Misawa air show this Sunday.

And the real computer is up and running again so it will be easy for me to post once I get back on the wagon. . . . theoretically it will be easy for me to post. . . . if I can catch up to the freaking wagon!