Today I was on the phone with my mom. About whom I'd like to say three things: 1. Her nickname is Adventure Sal, because she constantly doing something inspiring/exhausting. Here is a photo of her hiking the Milford Track in my U.S.S. Pelelieu hat that I insisted on getting in the 7th grade and then was too embarrassed to wear since it is pretty bright, and during my formative years I spent 89% of my time worrying about what people think (as opposed to now, when I am down to ~63%). 2. I know it's weird that I call her Sal. My brother and sister do it too. Occasionally we ...
My mom just said this to me on the phone when I mentioned something I was going to freak out about (there is always a lengthy freakout list so I can't remember the exact thing)... For all of you who know me and my mom personally: is this not a pot calling kettle black situation?!? Anyhow the reason for the call was that I got a slightly panicked "Hi Sweetie!" voicemail from her today, she was concerned because she hadn't heard from me in a few days AND on top THAT I hadn't blogged in a few days either! So where was I?! Was everything O.K.?!? (see what I mean about pots and kettles?) So I had to call her ...
Greg and I got home from to Incline Village last night, after a full day of travel. Southwest Airlines is sneaky with their "non-stop" flights, which would more accurately be called "several stops but you can't get off the plane so bring 2 days' worth of water and snacks and entertainment!" Thankfully we had plenty of snacks and entertainment so the 9 hours flew by. Literally.Also, for those of you who are wondering about my new bike case, I successfully avoided the bike fee on the way home. After a bad lying attempt on the outbound flight ("um, it's equipment?") that didn't work well at all, for the return flight I brushed up my lying skills ...
I was laughing way too hard when I took this. It's a bit blurry because she was mowing really fast, like 20 mph. But then I felt bad for laughing, so I went out and picked up sticks that were in the way.
Now we all know I love ponies. And horses. But when my mom says "I don't know if I can watch your race on Sunday because Sarabi is competing that day," I temporarily don't love them. (Sarabi is her horse).Are you kidding me?!?!?!She wasn't kidding me.Nevermind the fact that I am her first-born daughter. Nevermind the fact that this is the only race I am doing all year that my mom can attend. Nevermind the fact that is the reason I have been planning to do the race for the last 6 months. Nevermind the fact that even though it's going to be a great race, there were definitely plenty of events much closer ...
I have become one of those people with an obnoxious Starbucks order. Grande Soy Chai Latte with Three Pumps Chai and One Shot Espresso.Yikes.One problem with this perfect little concoction is that it's too freaking expensive for me to ever leave a tip for the poor folks who have to make it. I should switch back to a plain old soy latte and get back under the $4 mark, but it's not as good. Really I should stop drinking soy and stop indirectly supporting the destruction of the rainforests to make room for soybean fields and switch back to cow's milk, but there's another host of problems there. Maybe rice milk? Separate observation: ...
I talked to my mom this morning. She sounded somewhat hurried and mildly harried. I asked why.Well, Charles Tasker decided to show up to work today even though I didn't ask him to so now I am standing here getting ready to take him his lunch I made him and trying to figure out what I am going to ask him to do, because there is tons to do around here but I can't for the life of me remember what's the most urgent, and I better go because he's just standing out there and I'm paying him to do it. I guess I'll tell him to go till space in the garden for a new ...
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