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The Friday Top 5

Since I am currently in Alabama, this week’s Friday Top 5 will be 5 of my most favorite things to do here!

Number 5

WATCH IT RAIN! Wow, there have been some awesome storms here in the last couple of weeks! It is weird to me to be able to watch it rain…HARD…for a few HOURS! That’s right you Arizonans…HOURS! It’s a good thing my cubicle has a wall of windows! That red box on the radar below is the “Tornado Watch Box”. And Huntsville is pretty much exactly in the center.


Number 4

See the full scale Saturn Five model every morning as I’m driving to work. If you ever come to Huntsville you will be amazed at how tall the Saturn Five is in comparison to everything else. Currently I use it to orient myself around town.


Number 3

See Chris’s aunt wrestle an alligator. Yes, you heard that right! A few weekends ago Chris decided we should attend the family reunion in Gadsden, AL. Buck (Chris’s dad) always says that “Huntsville is just a short drive from Alabama.” Well the trip to Gadsden illustrated this phrase well. We pulled up to a log cabin dwelling (running water and electricity were questionable) complete with a porch full of snakes (in cages), a ’69 super beetle and Chris’s aunt Nancy sporting an Alice Cooper T-shirt. And yes, she also happens to have a pet alligator which we got to see her wrestle. Wow. At least there was some really good BBQ!


Number 2

Shoot off fireworks!!! Now, for someone who has lived in Arizona her whole life, this is an amazingly good time! Here are the simple steps for pulling off a successful fireworks display:

1) Locate some cheap fireworks. What I mean by this is buy the ones that the firework sellers think may have been damaged—it makes the whole situation a lot more interesting!

(right OSHA, I will definitely log onto your website and read these great tips…)
2) Learn how to use a lighter—I am still working on this one, currently I have been using a grill flame thrower!


3) Light your firework of choice (mine are roman candles or bottle rockets!)!


4) Sneakily aim the firework at someone. Now seriously, you have to look sneaky…play dumb, look innocent, or just use my favorite line “I’m from Arizona where these are illegal…I didn’t know THAT was going to happen!”
5) Watch the target jump up and down, yell some obscenities or fake actually getting hurt.
6) SUCCESS! Repeat several times for most enjoyment!

Number 1

Scare Chris! Ok, so one day I was feeling extra spunky and decided it would be a great idea to scare the crap out of Chris. We were upstairs getting ready to leave, so I sneakily snuck downstairs without telling him. I hid around the corner by the washing machine and waited for the precise moment. Upstairs I heard Chris saying, “April? April? Did you go downstairs?” I didn’t respond hoping he would unthinkingly frolic downstairs in search of me! Well, as he neared the bottom of the stairs and came towards the kitchen I jumped out and screamed!!!! He had the most terrified look –a mix between crapping his pants and sheer terror!!! It was totally worth it, and so far has been the absolute best moment of the summer! (Too bad I don’t have a picture of it…that would be AWE.SOME, although a video of him taking his “nose medicine” may be in the works…stay tuned!)

Comments

  1. Ape,
    First about Gadsden... ok nevermind Gadsden, but the fireworks... those really do freakin hurt. did u miss the BURN MARKS or BRUISES on everyone else? (note to self: never give April a large roman candle.) And about number one, I still have nightmares about that. That hall way always scares me, I have always been afraid something is gunna jump out at me, so when something actually did I literally almost crapped myself. YOU STINK!

    >Chris

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  2. Good one Ape. Chris needed it. Say Chris she does that all the time at home. Trust me.

    >Heath

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