Rocky Mountain High....Colorado....

I like the feeling of waking up to the mountain air. It feels like I'm finally breathing for the first time. This trip was more of an escape. Its always a welcome refreshing vacation. However, when I leave for Oklahoma again, it feels more like I'm just starting the vacation and leaving my home.



The majority of the time I went natural. I pledged no make-up, nor fixing of hair the entire time. My garb usually consisted of my fathers camo gear, because being used to the Oklahoma climate and abruptness of the trip I was unprepared for the chilly weather. Most days the high being around the high sixties, and the low at night getting around freezing and below.



The four-wheeling trips were amazing. The new Frontier prooved its worth too. One of the trips up into the mountains alone quickly got interesting because it was nearing dark and I was somewhat lost on the 4-wheeler. Then, while studying an old trail map I found under my seat, I heard the scariest sound in the world. This other-worldly, screaming screech. The only reason I knew what animal it belonged to, was because I recently watched a video of a mountain lion hunt my father went along on to observe. Needless to say, I was worried. All ended well, and I think the adrenaline rush made it pretty interesting. But the most fun I experienced during the trip would have to have been beating my father at pool.



I dont know whether he just played that much when he was in college to have retained the skill, or if its just natural, but I don't believe I have ever seen my father practice. The times I have seen him play at all have been few and far between, but he somehow manages to retain a professional level of play. However, with my mom and I on one team and Scott and my father on the other team, we ended up tied after six games! Meaning I BEAT MY FATHER AT POOL THREE GAMES IN A ROW! *sigh* it was wonderful. After all the guff he gave us about not being able to play pool because we were women, and we beat him. Hehe.

"Melody and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day"

You will not believe what I am about to tell you. A tale of which epic proportions, and hilariously tragic happenings, are those only legends can compare with.
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It all takes place in Owasso, OK, on Thursday, the 1st of September. The subject of our tale, one Melody Woods, a commoner.

I'm such a dufus.

Today my sister wakes me up at 9 oclock, even though I dont work till 11. The reason, you ask? .....To fix her hair..... yes.....it just so happens she is a 24 year old who can't do her own hair. So, after i finish that masterpeice, I start getting ready for work, taking care to do my own hair and makeup perfectly since I have all this time on my hands. 10:30 rolls around and I make my way out to my car. "Ew," I think to myself. "Its already scorching out."

I then proceed to open my car door, and sit in my seat and am greeted by the most extremely-hideously-horrible, outlandishly-unbearable taste/smell/feeling all in one. Thinking there was a deadly gas leak of some sort that must most definitely ignite and my whole car explode I dive out of it onto the grass and roll away. I'm laying in the dirt dry-heaving from the exposure of it, and my eyes start burning intensely and watering like crazy. I'm in a panic! So I inch my way back to the car, since it didn't catch fire, and notice a vile sitting in the passenger seat, and a weird orangish-brown foamy spray everywhere. DEAR GOD SOMEONE TRIED TO POISON ME! nope.

Turns out, in my stupidity, the pepper spray my father had given me, I foolishly left sitting in my seat in the summer sun. The bottle exploded from the pressure- had to have been recently- from the strength of the odor. So, in other words, I accidentally pepper-sprayed myself. Now who does that happen to? Thats unbelievable! ONly me, thats who.

To top off the day, I had to go to work soon after, taking careful precautions to ride with the windows down. So, I arrive at work with horribly wind blown hair, smelling like pepper, with swollen eyes, no more visible makeup, and grass-stained clothing. What a sight for sore eyes. I also had to work from 11 a.m. to 10:30 p.m. because someone called in sick. So no flushing out my eyes, or changing clothes for melody. I HATE MY LIFE!