It has been raining like a monsoon lately. Like a MONSOON! Then yesterday, I awoke for another fun day of clinic fun to see snowflakes caressing my yard. While they only lasted about 5 minutes, I was a little excited for what that meant... a SNOW DAY! (Sometimes I like to use all caps - refrain from your judgments.) So today, I found all our sleds, washed them off (it was sunny and warm today YAY), and packed the car with friends and directions to Forest Falls - like I really need directions. But then, they closed every single road leading to any kind of mountainous region. Every road. Rude. Not hampered by this, we drove up to Yucaipa to do some cross country sledding (it was mostly flat - it was a random field), make a snowman, watch a 16 year old attempt to flirt with us, and make snow angels. Later we returned home for warm tapioca pudding, hot cocoa and rice (yea).
The best thing about snow days at home it that I get to leave the snow behind. In Utah it snowed, and you had to stay in it - for 6 months or so. But now, everything is wondrous. Plus, it was warm out. :)
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
It's My One Year Anniversary!!
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hat's right! It's been a whole year. Exactly 365 days ago today, I stepped off a plane into Charles de Gaulle. I'll admit it was a tough day for me. I switched planes in Frankfort, so I arrived into Paris on the Domestic Flights wing. There was no one anywhere around, i didn't even go through customs. The only people I could see had machine guns. It was really cold. I had to walk through the entire airport about 3 times to figure out where I was. With 2 suitcases. 
I finally found my meeting spot for my shuttle, and the man didn't speak to me one time. He just picked me off and deposited me outside the Hôtel Etap. Once there, we had a few hours before dinner. I checked into my room to discover 
I was roommate-less. I tried to stay awake, then decided a nap would be a better use of time. I slept through 2 alarm clocks for dinner and awoke to someone banging on my door. After my first metro ride, I had soup for dinner, and realized I didn't really know anyo
ne within a 5,000 mile radius. Only to return to the hotel more tired than ever. Just for clarification, the "hotel" is one step above a hostel. Barely. The shower is a cupboard in the room. I was all by myself. It was raining. The sheets were very low thread count. But none of that really mattered, I was in Paris. My first life goal was officially crossed off the list! I rode the Métro, I spoke French (albeit brokenly), I was living the dream. I had a Chanel scarf and a trench coat, and most importantly a beret. There was a promise of a bague
tte in the morning. A real Parisian baguette. Even typing this my mouth is watering. I think I miss the bread the most actually. Weird. But really, everyone should eat that bread everyday. Toast it, make it into a sandwich, put Nutella on it, put cheese on it (best idea ever) or just eat it plain. I LOVE bread.
One year ago today. Seems like soo long ago. Someday I will go back, and it will be even better.
hat's right! It's been a whole year. Exactly 365 days ago today, I stepped off a plane into Charles de Gaulle. I'll admit it was a tough day for me. I switched planes in Frankfort, so I arrived into Paris on the Domestic Flights wing. There was no one anywhere around, i didn't even go through customs. The only people I could see had machine guns. It was really cold. I had to walk through the entire airport about 3 times to figure out where I was. With 2 suitcases. 
I finally found my meeting spot for my shuttle, and the man didn't speak to me one time. He just picked me off and deposited me outside the Hôtel Etap. Once there, we had a few hours before dinner. I checked into my room to discover 
I was roommate-less. I tried to stay awake, then decided a nap would be a better use of time. I slept through 2 alarm clocks for dinner and awoke to someone banging on my door. After my first metro ride, I had soup for dinner, and realized I didn't really know anyo
ne within a 5,000 mile radius. Only to return to the hotel more tired than ever. Just for clarification, the "hotel" is one step above a hostel. Barely. The shower is a cupboard in the room. I was all by myself. It was raining. The sheets were very low thread count. But none of that really mattered, I was in Paris. My first life goal was officially crossed off the list! I rode the Métro, I spoke French (albeit brokenly), I was living the dream. I had a Chanel scarf and a trench coat, and most importantly a beret. There was a promise of a bague
tte in the morning. A real Parisian baguette. Even typing this my mouth is watering. I think I miss the bread the most actually. Weird. But really, everyone should eat that bread everyday. Toast it, make it into a sandwich, put Nutella on it, put cheese on it (best idea ever) or just eat it plain. I LOVE bread.One year ago today. Seems like soo long ago. Someday I will go back, and it will be even better.
Monday, January 4, 2010
I'm Going to be a Golfer!
This year, I asked for a bike for Christmas. I wanted to bike around. I like bikes. Unfortunately (and fortunately) for me, the bikes are right next to the golf clubs. 
My mother decided that would be a much more fitting activity for me to do. Just think of all the networking I could do while golfing!! A few trips to Izod later, along with registering for a golf class and I can now fully expect to become a golfer very soon. I have several outfits: golf skirts, golf shorts, collared shirts, argyle like you wouldn't believe. I have the clubs: I don't know anything about clubs yet - but they are purple in color. I have a class: every Friday afternoon. I even have a golfing glove. I'm so shnazzy.
The only snag so far is that I have never actually been on a golf course. This is all speculation. I don't think my middle name is Tiger (which I guess from recent events is a good thing overall), and the only sport I have really enjoyed in my life is badminton. But I am excited about this. I think golf is about the same activity level as badminton (maybe a bit less), you get to wear ridiculous clothing (something I have always loved), and it is one more thing I can go with people. And I like people. :)
My mother decided that would be a much more fitting activity for me to do. Just think of all the networking I could do while golfing!! A few trips to Izod later, along with registering for a golf class and I can now fully expect to become a golfer very soon. I have several outfits: golf skirts, golf shorts, collared shirts, argyle like you wouldn't believe. I have the clubs: I don't know anything about clubs yet - but they are purple in color. I have a class: every Friday afternoon. I even have a golfing glove. I'm so shnazzy.The only snag so far is that I have never actually been on a golf course. This is all speculation. I don't think my middle name is Tiger (which I guess from recent events is a good thing overall), and the only sport I have really enjoyed in my life is badminton. But I am excited about this. I think golf is about the same activity level as badminton (maybe a bit less), you get to wear ridiculous clothing (something I have always loved), and it is one more thing I can go with people. And I like people. :)
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