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my friend tim wrote the most amazing little thing about wyoming and people in wyoming. well done, buddy.
anyway i'm really craving some coffee. lately i've been drawn to just the raw stuff, a little cream and sugar, instead of the fancy mochas and lattes and such. but don't get me wrong...i still love the mochas.
tonight brought my mom and i to a hike on the mountain. i love it. lately after long days at the office, i feel like being outside, at any cost. last night, erin and i went on a 16 mile bike ride (my first in, oh about 12 years, okay not that long but it's been a WHILE) and it was so fun. there IS something different about biking as compared to running or even skiing...you exert that force but you have a speed and a power that isn't entirely human. it was a great time...but let me say, OW. my ....well, my "girl" is a little sore.
this little laptop that is now my family's computer is blaring WCCO radio streamed through the speakers. my dad is obsessed with this radio station. he listened to it all the time when he went to Olaf, and now has rediscovered his passion for listening to the Twins' games and sports commentators with their dramatic pauses and staccatoed exclamations. my dad is so funny. truly a character. and have i mentioned he plays the harmonica AND minored in English?
i have about 12 minutes until law and order, and my cup of coffee. joe. java. god's juice. whatever it's called, it's mine and it speaks to me almost on a spiritual level. hahahahhahahahahahaha joke. ing. kind of.
today at work, hightlights: played catch with my boss; listened to a lady yell into the phone about how her jaw is messed up and she's homely. "i'm homely! HOMELY! HOMELY! LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF THE WIZARD OF OZ!" what the hell do i say to that? "wow ma'am, well i love that movie!" no. i stammered, "uh, i'm sorry." she's like, " well not as much as i am, HUN." i HATE it when people i don't know call me sweetie or hun or something. Gary the coffee guy calls me dear, but that's different. he gives me my coffee. so i love him.
the catch was fun, though. thanks to the nerf soccer ball. and he wants me to help him on an art project he's doing...and will pay me. yeahhh woot. my first art apprenticeship happens with my lawyer bossman. hey, he's a man of many colors.
filling the time...
anyway i'm really craving some coffee. lately i've been drawn to just the raw stuff, a little cream and sugar, instead of the fancy mochas and lattes and such. but don't get me wrong...i still love the mochas.
tonight brought my mom and i to a hike on the mountain. i love it. lately after long days at the office, i feel like being outside, at any cost. last night, erin and i went on a 16 mile bike ride (my first in, oh about 12 years, okay not that long but it's been a WHILE) and it was so fun. there IS something different about biking as compared to running or even skiing...you exert that force but you have a speed and a power that isn't entirely human. it was a great time...but let me say, OW. my ....well, my "girl" is a little sore.
this little laptop that is now my family's computer is blaring WCCO radio streamed through the speakers. my dad is obsessed with this radio station. he listened to it all the time when he went to Olaf, and now has rediscovered his passion for listening to the Twins' games and sports commentators with their dramatic pauses and staccatoed exclamations. my dad is so funny. truly a character. and have i mentioned he plays the harmonica AND minored in English?
i have about 12 minutes until law and order, and my cup of coffee. joe. java. god's juice. whatever it's called, it's mine and it speaks to me almost on a spiritual level. hahahahhahahahahahaha joke. ing. kind of.
today at work, hightlights: played catch with my boss; listened to a lady yell into the phone about how her jaw is messed up and she's homely. "i'm homely! HOMELY! HOMELY! LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF THE WIZARD OF OZ!" what the hell do i say to that? "wow ma'am, well i love that movie!" no. i stammered, "uh, i'm sorry." she's like, " well not as much as i am, HUN." i HATE it when people i don't know call me sweetie or hun or something. Gary the coffee guy calls me dear, but that's different. he gives me my coffee. so i love him.
the catch was fun, though. thanks to the nerf soccer ball. and he wants me to help him on an art project he's doing...and will pay me. yeahhh woot. my first art apprenticeship happens with my lawyer bossman. hey, he's a man of many colors.
filling the time...