Spring Break 2006, New Orleans, LA: What to Say?

Flashback: Honeymoon, Shore Excursion, Sled Dog Camp

While this wasn't my favorite shore excursion of the crusie (Snorkeling was, photos exist), there was really nothing bad about any of the excursions. This was a fun trip. Even the bus ride up was entertaining. Our driver gave us a special tour of Skagway. The tour involved mostly bashing the town, and then trying to recruit Mere and I to join him working summers there since we were the only people his age on the bus. It was a refreshing departure from the other bus drivers with the plastic smiles and canned speeches. Let off at the camp we walked from a valley of wildflowers into the Alaskan rainforest and from thier hauled up a hill to our teams. The sleds were steel with all terrain tires and seated six adults and a driver. This made the ride even more amazing as the dogs pulled a full sled, and could really move. These dogs were build to move, and fast. If you expected to see a pack of Siberian Huskies sorry to dissapoint. Our driver, an experienced racer, told us that Siberians were too bulky to fit the entire bill for the team. The actual dogs he races with are all of mixed breed, and dubbed "Alaskan Huskies." Still my favorite moment of the trip came when he was describing the race: "So after a few days without food and sleep, you start to hallucinate...", he pauses looking off into space making the oddest face for several seconds, "... ... Uhm. Hallucinations are bad." He then dropped the subject of the race altogether. I knew he was strong, had a heck of a lot of stamina, but every time he'd reference his beer gut as, "Bulking up for the races", I lost a little faith in the sport. At least all the crews were laid back, and dogs were all massively cute and extremely friendly. And I couldn't pass up watching my cute new wife play with almost as cute puppies. You can never have enough of that. The little white puppy Meredith is holding in the pictures was one of three lying asleep in the warmth of the camp fires. We didn't want to disturb them at first, but then the driver turned and smiled at us, "Hey, even the dogs have to earn thier keep. Go ahead and pick them up." So we did, taking turns taking photos of each other or grabbing someone to take pictures of us. Still, my favorite dogs was one of the older lead dogs from the camp. I just liked the way he looked, though I'm not sure they were as happy I was messing with one of thier top dogs. As we were leaving, he followed me to the end of his leash and then grabbed onto my leg with his paws and whined. Such a sweet dog.

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I think this format of three thumbnailed sections leading to full images with the entry below is not too shabby, I think it will be my entry format from now on. This if just a filler entry, two photos from my trip to Singapore, one from my Honeymoon with Mere mere. I went to the National Orchid Garden and Jurong Birdpark. The honeymoon picture stars the Mendenhall glacier, with my lovely wife and myself as supporting cast. In any case a have a stack of Orchid photos, (all pretty decent like the one above) some fun bird pictures, and some Honeymoon documentary in Alaska which includes cute sled dog puppies and in lieu of anythign better to post I'm willing to share if anyone has a preference.

It was the usual dream until it turned bad. A majority of what I see when I'm sleeping is just me doing something every day. In this case I was going to The Express, a gas station mini-mart, to get some snacks. They had my favorite Molasses Cookies, which are no longer in production by Frito Lay, in 3 packs. I was grabbing them all off the shelves to stock up since I haven't seen them in forever. Another odd item I noticed on the shelves was a special type of cinnamon roll, horseradish spice flavor. All that aside I was going to see GibsonFox at his apartment. I was just going ot see how he was bearing tasty stuffs, maybe watch a movie. As I got into his group of apartments his door was open, doormat to the side. As I walked in I was nowhere prepared for what I saw... Words fail me for the horrible manner in which Gibson was left, dead, lying in the corner. There, totally eviscerated, staring up at me. I woke up frantically dialing 911 on a phantom phone. After that, I couldn't get back to sleep...

What does this scary mess mean?

Well, I have been trying to figure out how Jim is, and just found out today that he's around, just incognito. Why the dream was so messed up in the end? No clue. As long as that's just all in my head, which it was, i'll just have to chalk it up to my body telling my brain I really needed to wake up for some reason or another. Did finally get me to ask someone about him, though.

current mood: distressed

It took a little while longer to find the time, but last night around 10:00pm (Hence the blasphemous buddies), I got to cook the previously mentioned Shrimp and Soup. If you want any recipes, like the real thing for strawberry soup, let me know. Other than that I'm just getting ready for another day of TA'ing.

current mood: hungry