Seth Lamble

So I have been told I don’t post often enough on the blog.

So I have decided to post a story from my youth, I think it will be the first time I went to Packard High Adventure camp with Dad. Well Packard is in Colorado, don’t know where exactly just that it is a long drive. Well this is not a story about that trip, though I can tell you that someone had to use a gatorade bottle as an emergency pit stop device, and no it wasn’t me. Now I am sure you want to continue reading this entry. Well at Packard you are there for about a week and your group can decide between doing a couple of different things. Like there was mountain biking, rock climing, hiking and rafting. Well for the sake of simplicity good old Troop 10 did the Rafting and Mountain hiking. Well I believe we did White Water Rafting first over hiking, because I vaguely remember the Dad’s saying, I am glad that is over, or I am glad we did that first because . . .. Well my story centers around the Whitewater rafting portion of the trip. Well the trip was pretty cool, lots of rapids, getting wet so on and so forth. I think that was the year before Dad bought us the reaallllyyy cool wide brimmed, nexk protecting, teal hats, so sadly it brings a tear to my eye knowing I only got to wear it once. Well we get to Sidel’s Suckhole, correct me on the physics of this, but I believe that is was just a very strong undercurrent that kept pushing things down, plus it was a really cool set of rapids. Well when we got to that part of the journey (by the way we were rafting on the Arkansas River) all the Rafts pulled over and we got out to look. It looked really cool, and all the guids lining up along the shore with their rope bags to rescue anyone who fell in was ominous. Well I think we either went first through or none of the other Rafts that went through had a problem. Our guide told us that our raft while cool because it was self bailing was also dangerous because it didn’t have any of the extra water weight to keep it from flipping over. Well we went through the rapids we were told to paddle as hard as we could, and not stop until told otherwise, which was good because you couldn’t hear anyone over the beat of your own heart and the waves till you were well past anyways. Well I was in the second seat on the raft (8 people rafts, 4 on a side) and we are rowing and rowing, we hit the suckhole, and I am rowing I look to my right and I see a fellow scout, and a wave hits me, I looke to my write and the guy that is sitting behind me is passing me, and I continue to row, not thinking anything is wrong. Then I hit the water. Needless to say I clung to the boat for dear life. I am pretty sure Dad dragged me in, cuz if he didn’t Mom would have killed him, that and something about he loves his children. Well that is about the end of the story, sorry it sounded better when I was younger and I remembered more, I am just getting old now. Oh and there was these rapids called the stairs right after the Suckhole, which were full of jagged rocks, so it was good I didn’t get to ride the rest of the trip down in that.

Have a good day all.

Alright ma and pa, a friend of mine, or two would like to know if they can crash at our place, they do not mind the floor. I figured it would be alright, and it is only for Friday Night.

So my plans for Friday for anyone interested are as follows, drive back around 3 or so, go to the Plaza with some friends from WSU, wander around there for awhile, and then go to the restaurant in Harrah’s casino. Maybe catch a movie after that. Some of my friends are coming up to KC to visit family so that is why they are up there this Friday.

Okay.

So the Military in Iraq says they warned the vehicle to stop, flashed it with lights, because it was trying to speed through a checkpoint. They fired warning shots into the air and then fired into the Engine Block to stop the car. They managed to kill and Italian intelligence Officer, and wound the newly freed Itallian Journalist. Reports say that specific stretch of the road has regular attacks, so the soldiers might have assumed it was a car bomb, and so they would have all started firing at the same time, and the likelihood of one of them not shooting perfectly straight when they think they abour to be blown up is perfectly possible. Question to ask: Why would the Itallians speeding?

The Itallian Journalist says though that there were no warning lights, and that they were most definitely not speeding. She gives a graphic account of how the intelligence officer through himself over her dieing in her stead. She claims that either her hostage takers or the Itallian Officers said that the Americans did not want her to return to Italy. The Reports are kind of jumbled at that point, and the train of the reporters writing becomes confusing to read. Question to ask: Why woudn’t the American’s want her freed?

Ponderable to me.

A few people know that I have a interview with Bell Helicopters today, for an actual job not a internship. The job would be as an associate engineer down in Fort Worth, Texas. There are 8 other students all interviewing for the same position, so the competition is kind of stiff, and it is from all of the fields at WSU except Industrial Engineering.

This is the job description:
The Research and Engineering Department at Bell Helicopter Textron is seeking dynamic and talented engineers for a variety of design, analysis and test positions. We are currently looking for BS and MS degreed engineers in the following disciplines:

While my parents are pretty sure that I have been accepted to the Peace Corp, pending my Wisdom Teeth Consultation, I would like to have some other options. Plus it would be good practice.

Have a good day all.

So a friend of mine, Fennie, is obsessed with Iron Chef, though as far as she is concerned Iron Chef America is pathetic.

Well on that note is the actual reason why I am posting, so I had purchased some Egg Noodles cuz I thought they looked interesting last time I was at the store. Well I had those, some Russet Potatoes, Fresh Green Beans, Chicken Breasts, and a can of Creme of Mushroom soup. So since I don’t have class and back when I was a wee one I thought about becoming a chef (back when I cooked frozen pizzas and Mac n’ Cheese). So I decided to cook all of this up. I boiled the noodles in water, olive oil and black pepper. I cooked up the Chicken without any additives, steamed the Beans and Potatoes, and I cooked the Creme of Mushroom but I added black pepper, Cajun Seasoning and Hot Sauce to it. I cooked all four things seperately, which is a pain because only three of the four burners on our stove work properly (the fourth one only has two settings off and burn.) So I cooked all of these up, as I have said and then drained the noodles (which is also difficult cuz we don’t own a strainer, I would have bought one but Ma gets on my case for spending more money then my siblings at Wal-Mart). And then I got a bowl, put the noodles in first, then the Creme of Mushroom, then the Vegetables, and then the chicken. I think it looks good, and it tastes good, though I have to make sure and mix up the sauce and the noodles, cuz if I don’t by the end there are just plain noodles. Well I shared with my suitemate, Jon, and Fennie, though for Fennie I had to water down the Creme of Mushroom, cuz she only likes broth, not cremey sauce stuff. So that is my adventure in cooking. Though I need to remember to cook more chicken and vegetables if I boil a whole bag of Egg noodles (no there is not as much egg noodle as say in Ma’s spaghetti noodle bags), so now I have to figure out what to do with a thing of noodles, either store them in the fridge for later use, or pour them off of the roof of the Engineering Building on some poor unsuspecting sap. MWahahahahahahahahaha.

Have a good day all.