Potato chip skills.

My mind must have a reserve area specifically for this. The area must have been obtained through much practice. Basically, walking up to a bag of potato chips, I scan the inside with my eye balls from a distance and spot specific points of interest. As I get closer to the bag, the chips become removed from my sight. With the information gathered from my eyes, I link it with information I'm sending to my hand and reach in and grab a large point of interest at juuust the right angle and height and pull out a large bunch of chips with only 2 fingers

Go kart repairs.

Looking around in our old pictures, I found this beauty. 

Yep, thats me on the right. 

You may be wanting an explination? Well, here it is!

A long time ago, we bought a go cart from a hill billy down the road.

We fixed it up and it ran great! Until one day, someone ran it into a tree. The tire was almost ripped off and we needed to do some repairs. We took the go kart to a friend of ours for repairs. We welded it up and had it running in a few days. 

And no, I dont have a pair of glasses like that. They where actually a pair of safety glasses that we found. don't I make a good hipster?

My Tab Problem.

OK, so my chrome browser always take a while to start up and takes up a lot of RAM. Sometimes I wonder: Why? Then I remember, oh yeah. you have 50+ tabs open.

Luckily, my monitor is a 26 inch. But still, this is bad.

Luckily, I ran into something called "Pocket" Its a fancy bookmark basically. So now that I have pocket, I can bookmark everything and close it! Well, I did. A few days later, I have 40+ NEW tabs open again and am too lazy to bookmark them all.

Meh.

TRIBAL WARS AND LORD OF ULTIMA.

When my cousin, Christopher and I where little, we used to spend a lot of time playing Internet games. Too much time, actually. Anyways, one day we found this amazing game called Tribal wars.

The idea of the game is to create a town, and form a tribe with other players and take over the world throughout the course of weeks and weeks of playing.

Lets just say.. We became addicts.

3 or 4 times a day we would pop online and set up another upgrade in the build que so we could get more wood for building more troops for invading more villages... We where kings.

We where also the leaders of our own tribe. Basically, a tribe is a group of of people.. or.. kings.. working together to take down other tribes! Its barbaric.. its FANTASTIC.

Eventually, we where overthrown and our empires fell. :(


A year or two later, we found a similar game called Lord of Ultima.

The goal of the game is to literally become the "Lord of Ultima" by taking over specific magical castles that a hundred other people where fighting over.

In lord of ultima, I created a Kingdom. Which is pretty much the same thing as a tribe.
I named the kingdom: Kingdom United. (Cliche, I know)

After a couple weeks of playing, the kingdom became very large. We had over 50 members! (Which is a lot!) I was their leader... Their KING. My second in command was "DeathCow"

I was the good cop, he was the bad cop.
He always wanted to invade villages, and attack other kingdoms while I always played on the more defensive side. It was kind of frustrating having to always keep him from getting us all killed, but I did it!

A few weeks later, we had over 100 members, a second kingdom (For lower ranked players) and someone even created us a website! AND I WAS THEIR KING.

One day, while I was at my friends house, I got on the computer and checked my game and found out that DeathCow was up to no good and decided to try kicking me off the throne. I once again, kept the riot down, but was forced to give DeathCow more privileges to stop a revolution.

This... was my mistake..

As soon as I gave him power to do so, he banned be from the tribe.

NO.

Yes.


I was forced to create a rebellion with some of my most trusted members. We where no match.
After another week of fighting... My cities fell to DeathCow.

Sorrow... Joy....

Yes, Joy.

I was happy it was over. I became a slave to that game. If I left it for longer than 1 day, something terrible would happen! I had to check it EVERY DAY.

I was free!







Recently, (A couple days ago) I got a terrible urge to play some more tribal wars. Bam. Now I created a new village, and already created my own tribe (With Christopher!)

Hopefully, with all of my experience I can OWN THE WORLD.

Procrastinating.

We're all guilty of it. Some more than others. Lately? I guess I have been pretty guilty of procrastinating.

Procrastinating on what? You may ask... Well, I haven't posted on this blog in 2 or 3 weeks! So, there you go.
On the bright side, I've written a lot of techno music,  made a sweet video,  and even learned how to do this.


Truth be told, I've been just too busy to write a blog post. But don't worry, I'm not going to stop writing blog posts, I'm going to keep it up! And hopefully post on more than just Friday every week.



And to be honest, I'm not really feeling too inspired lately. (LAAAME)

Expect a sweet blog post next week!

Ehehehehehh....

The Mall Kiddie Play Pen.

The large mall that we usually go to for our shopping days has a little kiddie play pen inside. To play, you must be under yay high (that’s pretty short), and take off your shoes. I could pretty much get in until I was about 8 or 9.

When you were 6 or 7, this place was AMAZING.

In the middle, it has this amazing, foam tree. You can climb inside of the tree and get onto a top area. From there, the tree had a sliiiide, And  it even had a TELESCOPE… Which if I remember correctly, it did the opposite as what it was supposed to. It zoomed OUT instead of IN. So, it was always a mystery.

So, you went down the slide, then you where on the ground. The rubber coated ground.  All on the ground where massive foam lady bugs, little hollow foam tree logs that you could crawl through, aaand.. Yeah, it was pretty awesome.

I remember running around like a maniac in there, bragging to the other kids about this and that. MY MOM WAS ON TV. (Which was true.) They never believed me.

One time, I was running full speed and tripped, smashing my face against a rock. Luckily, it was made of foam , so I came out without any injury.

It was the worst when it was time to leave. Its like, just running around in the circular play pen was filling you with joy, and charging your happy levels. Even if you where just sitting there, joy was just pouring in. When the parents said, “OK, Time to go!” You instinctively went and hid. At that point, staying in there for as long as humanly possible was your number one objective.

Unfortunately, they would eventually come and get you and you had no option, but to submit. You would get your shoes back on, get some hand sanitizer, and walked out.

Ask BulfenRoben #1

Bulfenroben, how can I get a cheeseburger right now?

(anonymous) 

Good question, generic human!
The answer is as simple as this:


This method will work anywhere in the world. No cooking is required!

First, find a rainbow. Follow the rainbow until you find the end.

(Warning: This place is impossible to reach, because the rainbow is an optical effect which depends on the location of the viewer.)  

Find the leprechaun at the end and barter with him.
He will give you at least 50 gold coins. Use those solid gold coins to enchant the python God while you steal $3 from his cave, behind his back. Use that money to go to McDonalds and buy yourself a BURGER!

Ask Bulfenroben!

Have an interesting question? Need advice? Or do you just need someone to talk to?

Introducing: Bulfenroben Ask Your Question.

Send me your questions at Ask@Bulfenroben.com
And if I get enough questions, this could be a weekly thing!

Stay thirsty, my friends.

CAPS LOCK.

CAPS LOCK.

ITS THAT LITTLE BUTTON ON THE SIDE OF YOUR KEYBOARD THAT YOU NEVER PRESS.

SOME CALL IT THE CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL. OTHERS JUST CALL IT OBNOXIOUS. 

BY USING CAPS LOCK, YOU ARE USUALLY PERCEIVED AS FOLLOWS:

Opposite day.

According to Wikipedia, "Opposite day is a word game where speech is modified so that meaning is inverted. Once Opposite Day is declared, statements mean the opposite of what they usually mean. Usually, a person would say, "After this phrase is over, it will be officially opposite day," and then Opposite Day will be officially started."


But it has been proven that opposite day can be also used for actions.
Example: Instead of slapping someone else, you slap yourself!

There are some problems with opposite day. You could just slap yourself, or you could totally over think it and go, hmm... Lets see, what is the opposite of: Slap. Hhh..   hug...   Em..   Embrace! So I must have to embrace myself.. but... its opposite day.. so I should... slap my friends hug? Wait.. No.. his.. brothers aunt!

We all are, Timmy.


To avoid confusion while playing the opposite game, it is advised that you don't think about it too much. You should it simple and go with your gut reaction. 



It can also sometimes be fun to imagine opposites. Example:


instead of pulling the pin,

  

And throwing the grenade...

You could pull the grenade,

And throw the pin!

You could imagine the rest.




Try out opposite day yourself! (don't do anything dangerous.. obviously.)


But wait! Before you go:

The sentence "Today is opposite day" is in fact a paradox. Don't think about it too much or it may create a black whole in your mind. Destroying it.

I2k 2.

OK, I know we've already written a post about our internet provider - i2k. But we needed to revisit this one because its actually gotten WORSE!

I don't know what they have done to it, but now, a webpage will rarely even LOAD. How do we get around this? Refresh the page.. refresh the page... refresh the page.... OK, half of it loaded... refresh the page... refresh the page.. THERE WE GO!

This makes internet surfing more like trying to punch through a brick wall.


Less like this:

and more like this:

These days, our internet is literally worse than dial up.

I don't know how thats possible in this day and age. But its a fact.

We have been concocting tons of plans to get legit internet.

We have called cable company's, phone company's, and even considered buying internet form someone we like to call.. Butt crack blare. Why? Hes a creepy hillbilly with a plummer crack.

And apparently, our internet stinks so bad because he complained to the city about i2k's internet towers because they where interfering with his or something... So they had to take one of them down. The main one.

So, no way were giving butt crack blare our money.

I actually think we might buy a business circuit from the phone company (That's $600 a month) and start our own.. basically.. internet company.. We would get all of our neighbors to pay us something like $70 a month and we would send the internet over to their house too.

it would be a lot of work and be pricy, but it would be really fast!

Hopefully something works out.

Thanks people!

The Difference Between a Diary and a Journal.

“What’s the difference between a journal and a diary?
A diary is a report of what happened during the day—where you ate, who you met, the details leading up to the kerfluffle in the office, and who took whose side. It’s a bit like a newspaper about you.


A journal is completely different. A journal is about examining your life. It’s a GPS system for your spirit. “I’ve made this mistake before. . . and I always make it when I rushed for time and feel panicky. But I feel panicky because I know I’m headed for the same mistake.” Journals lead to insight, growth, and sometimes, achieving a goal.

(Thank you, http://quinncreative.wordpress.com/)


These days, people seem to think that the only people that have diary's are tween girls and their little brother.

But back in the day, it was normal for a fancy person to have a journal or diary.




I tried making my own Journal when I was 11 after I read "Diary of a Wimpy Kid"
Here is the first page:

Yeah, don't worry. My handwriting has greatly improved since then. And my dork levels have also gone down.. Or have they?...

Jumping over stuff.

Post #50. Yay!


My friends and I like to dabble in the art of jumping over large objects.
This includes tables, chairs, boxes, trash cans, sticks, little people, etc. We take it all as a kind of manly challenge. Are you man enough to jump over that chair? We ask each other.

Whenever I fail to jump over an object, I always seem to fail before I even reach it. Aka, I trip and smash into it. The other day this happened. We where trying to jump over a bench length wise. I ran as hard and as fast as I could, RUN RUN RUN TRIP FLY THROUGH THE AIR LAND ON BENCH ROLL ROLL ROLL BACK FLIP LAND ON BACK. "I'm OK!" And I really was.. considering how catastrophic the failure was.


Later that day we decided to push ourselves to the MAX. We went into the gym at my church, grabbed a trash can and some safety mats. We put the trash can upside down and the mats behind it. Then, we put a basketball on top of the trash can for extra challenge. The total height was a little under 4 feet. Challenge accepted.

Surprisingly, we made it! Later we decided to add even MORE challenge by adding a small table after the trash can.. And we also made it!



Yeap, we're jumping masters.

The Eye Doctor.

Yesterday, most of our family went to the eye doctor for the annual check up.

We have been going to the same eye doctors office for YEARS. So, when we walk in its always HEEYY! How are you doing? Wow! You kids are really growing up fast!

I remember my first time going to the Eye Doctor.
I was probably around 10 or 12.
We sat around in the waiting room as they called one person at a time into a room. What was in the room? I wasn't sure.

They went in, 5 minuets later, came out with tears rolling down their faces. They weren't crying, but they where stunned. One by one they all went in and came back out. Eventually it was my turn. I walked into the room that had 2 chairs and a desk with fancy equipment on it.

I did as the lady asked and put my face up against one of the 2 machines and stared at a light. "Can you see the red light?" She asked. "Yep!" I quickly replied. After she scribbled something down on paper, she moved  me over to the next machine where I looked at this entrancing little green light with one eye. I stared at it and stared at it as a little arm came out of the machine, right next to my eye. Suddenly.. POOOF! A blast of air from the little arm smashes into my eye ball. I quickly react and jerk my head backwards. "AHH!... GOSH!"

The lady's just sitting over there chuckling
"NOW THE OTHER EYE"

"Uhhooookay."




I put my face up to the machine again. This time expecting the inevitable. "OPEN WIDE" she says.

Mentally screaming, I pry my eyes open and prepare myself... HERE IT COMES!... After what felt like forevePOOF "GAHH!"  My head jerks back again and my eyes start to water.

"You can go back to the waiting room now." She says.

So this is why everybody's' eyes where watering... I thought.

I sat down for a little bit and after a few of my siblings where already called for by the doctor and came back, it was my turn. I walked into his dimly lit room and sat down in a big, comfy chair that had a bunch of fancy machines connected to it.

"So, how are you doing, Ben?"

"Good.. good..... How... How are you?"

"Alright! So, Ben, have you had any eye injury lately?"

"Nope... not really."

"Good! Ok, we are going to run a quick test. What do you see?" He opened up a book with a bunch of colored dots that made out a picture of a Moose.

"Uhhmm.. A Moose?"

"Good! That was just to see if you are color blind or not, which, you aren't. Aaaalright, now let me get this set up..."

he took the Phoropter and put it in front of my eyes.

"What leters can you read?" He said.


THIS IS THE TEST! I thought. I didn't think you could, but there was always the fear of failing the eye exam.

Looking at a screen with a bunch of letters getting smaller and smaller, I looked at the smallest letters and had to guess with 50% of them because I couldn't see them that well.

A Z W F R B D.....

"Good." He says.


After a few more tests he tells me:

"Alright Ben, I think you're going to need reading glasses!"

YESSS I thought. I kind of wanted glasses, but I didn't want to have to wear them all the time. So, to me, this seemed like the best of both worlds. (And no, I didn't cheat on my eye exam in any way so I would get reading glasses)

"Now, in a little bit I'm going to look at the inside of your eye. But to do that, your irises need to be really big. So, I'm going to give you these eye drops that will dilate them."

"OK!"

He took the drops and put it in one eye. I was blinking a lot because eye drops are always cold and you know, your eyes don't really like chemicals getting poured into them but it didn't really hurt and I wasn't really expecting it to.
"Hurry, let me get it in the other eye before the pain hits..."

PAIN?... HITS?.... You never said anything about paiGAH! Ow ow ow ow...

"Ok, all done... here's a tissue..."

Tears where once again, rolling down my face.

"Alright, I will see you in a little bit after your eyes dilate."

"Ok, thanks doctor."

I walked back to the waiting room with the rest of my family. After a while, things seemed really bright and blurry... and it kept getting brighter, and blurrier. After a while, the windows in the waiting room where too bright. I had to hide my eyes from the light like some sort of dungeon dwelling creature.

Eventually he called me back into his dimly lit room which wasn't so dark anymore with my irises so open. (I felt kinda like a super hero)

Then he had me put my chin on this machine and he had this super bright light that he shined directly into my eye ball. The tears, once again flowed down my face.

"Look down.." He said. I looked down and he had to pry my eyelid up with his finger.

Look down, look up, look left, look right.. Ok now other eye... yadda yadda.
By the end of all this tears where dripping off of my face and it felt like the light was literally burning.

"Ok! All good. Thanks!" he said.

I wiped the tears off my face, shook hands, and walked out.

The Pickle King.

Behold, the Pickle King.

Made by Nate, age 5. He is the king of all the pickles.

Yes, his teeth are yellow. I don't know why. Maybe you could imagine him having some sort of weird beak.

Stay tuned, because I have a great post coming up and a new website feature!

Riddles.

Recently my brother Sam got an iPod app that is filled with user uploaded riddles. On our way home from Church one day (It takes an hour to get home) he was reading riddles the WHOLE WAY HOME.


There are a few different types of riddles (technically only 2):

• An enigma is a problem in which the solution is expressed metaphorically. You have to carefully think about the riddle to come up with the solution. 
• A conundrum is a question that opens either the question or the answer. 
• Then there are the stupid ones that you could never have guessed.

A riddle, however, doesn’t need to be classified as one of these types. As long as it is difficult to figure out and has an answer or a meaning to it, it can be classified as a riddle.


We were getting a lot of the stupid ones and after a while we found a pretty steady pattern in the riddles and decided to stick with the same pattern of answers to guess with.

Our guessing pattern went as follows:

TIME....   nope...
LIGHT....    nope...
SHADOWS....  nope...
A BOMB....    nope...
POOP....    nope...


The first 3 where actually right 30% of the time.




I actually have a riddle for YOU!

I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg, I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg, I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole, I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole, What am I?


Submit your answer to the Bulfenroben Facebook Page!
I will post the answer next Friday! GOOD LUCK!

Oh, and I forgot to mention that there is a prize for the winner. A digital prize that's actually worth something.

Once again... GOOD LUCK!


Edit:
The answer is: A Snake!

Our march for life DC trip!

Well, we actually got home Tuesday morning (1/24/2012)

I didn't update the map because my phone was dead when we got off the bus, then when I got it back and my phone was finally alive, I was at my house and I didn't really feel like sharing where I live with the whole world.
Aaand yeah... then I kept forgetting...

Anywho, here is my official report on our trip to DC with pictures from my phone, our family camera, and my Mom's iPhone.

First of all, you should know who went on the trip with me.
There are my twin sisters, Emma, and Rachel.
Then their buddies Rita and Gina. Our third cousins.
Emily and Joe who are siblings.
Then my best man buddy John.

Making sure we didn't die, or get into trouble where my Aunt Mary and my Mom.

Friday.
We arrive at the bus at 6:30 pm and get all situated and hunkered down for the estimated 12 hour drive down to DC!
Emma sat next to Rita,
Rachel sat next to Gina,
Joe sat next to John,
And I sat next to Emily.

We start driving, and they turn on Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader. As soon as they turn it on, we notice that there are terrible green lines going across our TV screen. "Oh great" we think. Then the sound konked out. Wonderful.

After a while the sound came back on, and then went off, and came on... then went off.. And kept doing this the whole time we tried to watch any movie.

Ok, so, watching a movie on this bus is a pain.

Later, word spreads that the bathroom in the back of the bus is not working. Oooh great.


The whole bus ride, there was a big snow storm slowing down our progress. That snow storm turned the 12 hour bus ride, that was actually going to be more like 14... to 18 hours long.

The bus ride wasn't too bad.
Yeah, your knees are touching the seat in front of you, and the movie that's on is a total chick flick. But I enjoyed sitting around with all of my friends.
First we messed around with my iPod Touch until it died... Then, we moved on to my phone and watched some Monk... until my phone died. So, we had to go switch to my DS.

During all this, it got REALLY hot inside the bus. Like... REALLY hot. It was so hot, I was like.. Holy cow,  I had better drink some water or something so I don't overheat.
Later, the bus driver confessed that it got to over 90 degrees inside the bus.
Apparently, the automatic air system was freaking out and wouldn't shut off by its self. So what our bus driver had to do was manually shut it on and off when he felt it was too hot or too cold in the bus.


After a while, it was time to go to sleep.
So me and Joe switched spots and I slept next to John.. Or, tried to. Its kind of hard to sleep when your knees are touching the seat in front of you, and you cant put your head anywhere. Oh yeah, and at this point, the bus was REALLY cold because the air system had been off for a while. So everybody got all bundled up and tried to sleep.

In the end, I got about 4 hours of sleep. On a bus, apparently, you can only sleep for one hour at a time. After the sun rose, trying to sleep was pointless so I moved back by Emily and we tried to solve some more Professor Layton mysteries on the DS.

We didn't get to the hotel until about 11:00 AM.

So, we arrived at our "QUALITY" Inn and decided quickly that this place is not quality. As soon as we arrived I wrote an update on my map thingy.
"We have arrived at our "Quality" Inn hotel... And this place is a dump. It's really small, everything is dirty, and old. We have strolled around and sprayed everything with Lysol before setting our bags down. "Make sure to close your bags," my mom says, "rats might get into them... Seriously.. " Squeamishly walking around, picking things up with tissues, we have checked our beds for bedbugs,(it's safe) the bathroom has been thoroughly sprayed down, and the shower head has something that looks like blood on it... Maybe somebody was beaten down in this place...

This... Is a nice sink in this bathroom/kitchen... No towel for drying your hands?.... Oookayyyy. I will just shake my hands off. 

No rats spotted yet.


After we got situated we left our hotel and walked down to the train station about a mile away.
To get there, we had to walk through the worst area you could possibly imagine. Industrial, mafia, territory. Seriously.

I don't know how my Mom took these photos without getting her phone snatched away. Or getting murdered or something.

Anywho, we walk through the HOOD without looking at anybody in the eyes and arrive at the train station where we get our train tickets that for whatever reason have pandas on them...

For most of us, this is our first time being on a train. By the end of this trip, we where train riding experts.

So, we got on the train and ended up underground, under downtown and it it looked really cool. So, I pulled out my phone to take a picture. My phone was in the same pocket as my ticket.

I walked over to the ticket stand where you slide your ticket to get out and felt around in my pocket for my ticket.... it wasn't there... AHH!

After I was sure I didn't have it, I told my mom and she was like, oooh boy.
We told the ticket Lady and she was like: OOOH BOY. I'm going to lecture you!... BOAH!
She came out of her little stand, and leaned up against all the ticket machines and said.. "I'm going to lecture you in front of ALL THESE FEMALES."

"SO, Your the TALLEST ONE HERE... and YOU lost your ticket?... I'm going to lecture you.. and I'm going to take my TIME with it. So, YOUR the one who LOST YOUR TICKET? How did you loose your ticket? You know, you need to take care of your Momma. I'm going to let you go, and not make you buy another ticket. You know, your HANDSOME! Just walk through this gate over here... TAKE CARE OF YOUR MAMA! BYE HANDSOME MAN!"

Through all this I was just like... UH eheh uhm ehh, Oh! Thanks! Thank you! ehh Thanks again!

And we all walked away giggling.


After the train ticket incident, we walked to the Capitol. where we got our private tour.

Under the big dome in the middle of the capital. 

The dome was SUPER tall.

At the top was this painting. And supposedly,
this painting of George Washington is 10 feet shoulder to shoulder.

After our private tour, we walked down and got some food in a super expensive restaurant.

That was our first real meal in over 24 hours. We ate some pretty good sandwiches.

After the meal was done, I guessed the exact cost of the food for all of us, down to the penny, without cheating.

After we ate we walked down to the fancy expensive downtown Washington DC hotel and waited for our bus to pick us up for a nice tour around the city.

At each point of interest, the bus would let us out for 15 minuets so we could get close and check out all the monuments and stuff.

On the way back from one, I decided to hop like a lemur, and spin around at the same time... Bad idea. Somebody accidentaly stepped on my shoe, so I went spinning/flying out of my shoe onto the concrete. As I fell I saw our family camera skip across the concrete into a bush. My Mom saw it and thought: Ooh, is he going to get up from that?

Yep! I was fine. Well, kinda. I was more worried about the camera than myself. I got pulled up by a couple people and they are all: ALL YOU ALRIGHT? 

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.. DID YOU SEE THE CAMERA? Awww my guts where churning when I saw that sucka skip across the concrete... 

In the end, it turns out that the battery door kinda cracked a little bit so you need to hold the camera kinda weird to turn it on. But it still works 100% other then that!

On the walk back to the bus, I had to limp, and my toe was a tiny bit bloody.

Other than that I was FIIINE.

That little bit of blood on my toe must have put me into a really dumb manly mode. John and I decided it was a good idea to see who could take more slapping to the back of the hand. We tied. At another stop, I limped over with my hand all red and slapped a piece of ice that was hanging over an edge and hurt my finger. When I got back to the bus it turned out that the ice somehow cut my finger.

After a super cold exhausting day of walking around ALL DAY and hardly eating, we finally got to go back to our nasty hotel rooms.

For dinner, we had our cheap, grease SATURATED soggy burgers and fries.

We hit the sack and woke up early the next morning. We got ready and left for the Smithsonian!

We had to walk through the HOOD again to get to the train station. The train took us to the Smithsonian where we walked around the Washington monument and got pictures with the White House in the background.

After that, we walked to the Museum of American History. On the way there my hands started turning purple so I had to stick them in my coat. 

When we arrived we were already super hungry and tired. We looked around in the museums for a while.

After exploring the museum we were STARVING. So we went down to the cafeterias and got our $12 sandwiches and $2 bananas and started coming back to life.

After that we walked to the Basilica for Mass. We got there 2 hours early.

LOOK HOW MANY PEOPLE WERE THERE ALREADY.

We had to sit on the FLOOR! For ALL OF MASS!

Mass took 3 HOURS! Mass normaly takes about an hour. But this one was INSANE! It took them an hour JUST TO WALK IN! There were so many priests.. it was NUTS!

After Mass, we got to look around the church.

For some reason, I only took a picture of this intense organ.

After we got back to the hotel we relaxed for a while with gummy bears. in the boys room, we literally talked about Quantum physics and the space time continuum. Also event horizons and magnetic fields.

Let's just say after that... we got kinda giddy.

After we were done we went to sleep.

We woke up next morning and walked through the HOOD again, to the train station to the Smithsonian mall green area. This is the day we MARCHED FOR LIFE! 

We got there an hour early, so we got nice front row places to.... stand...

We were standing there for an hour, then listening to people talk for another hour in the freezing rain and wind. That was not fun. The weather man said 50F, but trust me, it must have been 30 or 20F.

FINALLY the march began. We all could hardly move our legs, but we shuffled over to the road and marched for 2 hours to the Supreme Court building with over 500,000 other people.

We owned the city that day. Every trash can within a 10 mile radius was filled with picket signs. Every train, every bus, was PACKED. Every food place, line. Every bathroom, line. everything. There were people everywhere. The population of Washington, DC is 600,000. We had 500,000 people marching.

After all that, we walked back to the train station. And walked to our hotel through the HOOD.

We got to our room, shoved some food in our faces, got on the bus and FINALLY got to sit down after 6 hours of standing up in the cold. No sitting at all.

Finally, we went home.

The bus ride back took about 14 hours and was pretty uneventful. 

We got home at about 9 am.

I'm glad we could go, and I'm hoping I can go again next year!