Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Bravery Abounds, Indeed!


See?! I did it! I didn't lie to you, Internet!
And now that you know, I never have to do it ever again. Ever.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Walking With A Ghost

Home!
Door to door on the way out West, it took us about 19 hours.
And on the way back East? About 35. Apparently when we're driving back toward jobs, school, and reality, we take our sweet, mountain time. Plus the Southern route is much more lovely. I'd take Wyoming and the Black Hills over Fargo and Bismarck any day. Even if we do have to spend a night at the classy Bramble Inn in Sheridan, WY where they have no non-smoking rooms available.

So now I am longing for mountain candy air, community meals consisting at least in some part of mac and cheese and people pressuring me to be brave.
Sometimes safety is boring. THERE. I said it.
Now I will indulge my Tegan and Sara kick and pick at some scabs.

Friday, July 25, 2008

A Blister on My Foot.

Adventure I:
I climbed a mountain!
Then I climbed down it and through it and over it and into the snow and then threw my dead carcass into a mountain lake where the 35 degree water revived me.

Adventure II:
I jumped off a rock!
I stood on it for 10 minutes and listen to Will's moral support while a stranger offered me $1,000,000 to jump and eventually threw myself into the river out of social pressure.
Because that's how I do.

Adventure III:
Strep throat!
Urgent care in an unknown place is just as annoying as urgent care in a known place! Except more "The abbreviation is MN." and "I know, I'm visiting friends." So probably more annoying, but with the same tummy-ache inducing antibiotics.

Adventure IV:
Bowling!
146! Who knew?

Adventure V:
Steveo is 21 today.
Send your good thoughts and prayers to something here.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

A La Keruac

I am on the road.
Or, er, I was on the road. Will, Kate and I ventured through Fargo (I'd never been!), across North Dakota and across Eastern Montana which is much less boring than people make it out to be. We paused in Western Montana- Glacier National Park and Kalispell to be exact, to rest, eat homemade mac and cheese and lose Kate before crossing over to Idaho. And here I sit. Nestled in rolling prairies and mountains.
And mountain air smells like candy.

Potato Count: 0
Times slept through Fargo: 1
Times started On The Road: 4