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Friday List Thing

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My thoughts are rather scattered these days. Today, you get a list.

– Yesterday while grating cheese for my famous Heart Attack Mac n’ Cheese I had the wrong side of the cheese grater ready without noticing (I was in a rush) and used the “evil” side of the grater. And then my hand slipped and I grated my knuckle on my right pointer finger. It HURRRRRTSSSS. And now everytime I bend or even move my finger, it starts bleeding all over again. Awesome.

– Fall Slo-Pitch season has started (which I will now refer to as “Fall Ball”) and we lost our first game on Tuesday. Which is fine. We were supposed to have another game Thursday night but the other team didn’t show up so – Automatic win! And, it’s probably good that we didn’t play because my finger is killing me.

– I am going out to the bar tonight. As the DD. I know it makes me sound like an alcoholic, but going out dancing is much better when you’re drunk. But – It’s my friend’s birthday and I’m a good friend, so I’ll drive her to and fro.

– The nights in Kamloops are starting to get really cold. It’s not fair. Where did summer go?

– I have a bunch of freelance work to do and I haven’t really started it yet. Whoops. I’m a horrible procrastinator to the max.

– I just realized I could make the post text entry box for WordPress bigger. My life just got so much easier! I’m so terribly blogging impaired.

– My mom and I are going to watch The Help tomorrow afternoon. YAY YAY YAY!

– I’m a pretty boring person right now it seems.

Happy Friday! What are your weekend plans?

Who Am I?

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Okay – I know who I am, but I’ve been thinking a lot lately about whether or not I look more like my mom or my dad. Vain, I know, but I hear both all the time.

Personally, I think I have a combination of both my parent’s noses, and my dad’s eyes. I have no idea.

My brother, on the other hand, looks SO much like my dad, it’s not even funny.

I guess when you’re half of one race and half of another, you get a mixture of everything.

Anyway, here’s a family photo from the wedding, and I’ll let you figure out who I look more like:

Which parent of yours do you think you look like?

(Sorry that this post is short and lame. That’s how I roll sometimes – Just little blips of thoughts from time to time.)

Guest Post: 20SB Blog Swap #9

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Hey guys! It’s 20Sb Blog Swap Day! I’m partnered up with Lafhert. Be sure to visit his blog and say hello! You can read my post today on his blog, Lost and Loaded.

Hi, I’ll introduce myself because I doubt you know the reason for this post. This is the 20SB.net Blog Swap, and I go by the name ‘Lafhert’. I’m a 23-year-old student and burgeoning pilot currently living and training in Texas. You can find me at my own blog here. The topic for today’s blog swap is our thoughts on the summer season.

Summer doesn’t mean what it used to anymore.

As an adult, summer is just an added layer of stress to a job and to all the other responsibilities at your feet. But the childhood definition, of being free from the constraints of responsibility and schedules, does remind me of one good memory.

In the state where I grew up, the law was to get your permit at 16, and your full license six months later. Due to a birthday which made me the youngest in my class, I didn’t get my license until near the end of my junior year. Up until then, I’d been riding the bus to and from school, but after I got my license, it didn’t take but a $5 school parking permit and I was driving myself.

In high school, I lived just outside of a city of about 100,000, give or take. It was a 10-minute drive to school, but in those ten minutes, I’d cross a border between the rural outdoors and the sanctimonious glitter of suburbia.

There was a road that I took going home that still gives me some measure of glee. It was fairly rural, with very little traffic most days. The road had all the curves of a Formula 1 race, and the wave motion of the hills and valleys never failed to give me that lightheaded feeling.

It was the freedom; it was the windows down and the radio blaring. It was the trip home from visiting a friend’s house or the movie theatre on a weeknight. That stretch of road is what ties me to my hometown and to my adolescence. I’ll keep that road in mind as I continue to grow and go wherever life takes me: The ups and downs, the hills and valleys; the road that takes me home.