What else is going on?

Well I'll tell you...

I rode 109 miles the other day. A total elevation gain of about 5,000 feet throughout the day. One bee sting - down the shirt - at mile 60. A flat tire at mile 93 and then again at mile 95. 5 girls started at 6:50 in the morning. 3 finished at 5:30 in the afternoon.

I completed an 80 mile on the 19th. Up the pass, up targhee, and then back up the pass. 4 girls started and finished in 6 hours. I would say this one was harder than the first.

I've been watching Weeds on Netflix. I am now addicted to Lost. I'm rapidly watching season 1. This could get ugly. If you haven't heard from me in a couple days - you should check on me - there are just so many episodes to catch up on!

I'm taking a silversmithing class. Very excited about the turquoise ring I just made.

And let's see, what else. I'm growing my hair out. I'm eating a lot of raisins and popcorn. Still throwing pots. Checking my horoscope everyday. Nursing a dead fern back to life. Going on runs in the park. Got pulled over by a cop early in the morning and was put through the drunk test. don't worry - I passed with flying colors! Learning how to change flat tires on my car.

My last day of work is October 15th. Trying to figure out the rest of my life from then on!

Work

This just about summarizes my first day of work...oh yeah, I got a retail job. That's me...

Snot

A piece of snot has just fallen from my nose and hit the table with a loud crash. This epic events begs several questions.
1. How long has the snot been sitting at the tip of my nose, so that a tiny exhale sent it flying with great force out of my nose onto the table?
2. How many people saw the snot sitting at the tip of my nose?
3. Why is my snot so dry it can make a clink when it hits the table?
4. Is there anything else hanging from my nose?
4. answer: not anymore. took care of it.

So let's talk while we're on the subject. Because I've been having a lot of problems recently. Allergies. They are horrible in Wyoming. I can't stop snotting and sneezing - and I don't even have allergies.

Let's also talk about pink eye. Because as you may or may not know, pink eye causes a lot of snot. I found this out while in Peru. I'm guessing I got pink eye from communal hot baths that we went to. Because the day after visiting these baths I got the gross conjunctivitis. A lot of the eye being glued shut and a lot of snot. I have no idea why I would have gotten it from here....


But Christina took care of me like a good sister and followed the recommendations from this pink eye website that she found. "Sometimes it can be a challenge to get kids to tolerate eye drops several times a day. If you're having trouble, put the drops on the inner corner of your child's closed eye — when the child opens the eye, the medicine will flow into it...Cool or warm compresses and acetaminophen or ibuprofen may make a child with pinkeye feel more comfortable. You can clean the edges of the infected eye carefully with warm water and gauze or cotton balls. This can also remove the crusts of dried discharge that may cause the eyelids to stick together first thing in the morning." eeeewwww. She even sang me a song while she put the eye drops in. Of course this is also during the time I was rubbing her back and wiping her mouth while she projectile vomited.

Traveling can be so fun. And so can blogs about gross stuff. Sorry about this post.

You should hire me...

Right after deplaning in Jackson after three months down south, I learned that I didn't really have my job anymore. You know, I still have it, but just not really. The job that I moved back to Jackson for. The job that I was with the understanding that I would still have when I got back. The job that I basically molded with my own hands.

This news came as more of a causal side note, made by my cousin and previous employer, than a statement made with gravity, as it should have been. There just isn't enough money to pay me...

So with that news I am jumping back into the ever exciting job search that is Jackson Hole. Now let's recap...
I can't work for Eddie Bauer, or JoJo's Cafe - been there and done that and quit prematurely. whoops.
As a rule I should probably stay away from all women's clothing stores. They all seem to be old lady and depressing. I'm also not allowed to apply at the animal adoption center. Or adopt a dog for that matter.
Rejection can be a bitch, but there's no harm in trying twice. I'll probably apply to cloudveil again and maybe teton mountaineering. and Shades - a coffee shop. I stalked Shades for a while. I will probably do it again. Making my daily telephone call to see if they are hiring. and I'll probably go in with my resume at least twice.

So here I go again. I've started the job hunt! With the energy and enthusiasm that is a reflection of how excited I am to get a new job! Well, I will start the job hunt. Very soon. So far I've kinda worked on my resume. Opened the telephone book to find potential employers, filed a claim for my sunglass lenses, ordered new bike locks for my car, went to the Driggs music on main, thought about signing up with Netflix - weighed the pros and cons, sat in the park for 2 hours, oh...and started to blog again.

now although this picture is a reaction to the 8 Dutch people Christina and I were stuck with for 5 days on our hike to Machu Picchu, I feel it can be applied to this situation too.

Finally!

At least somebody recognizes it. And not just anybody, William Ianniciello, Vice President of ticket sales and services himself. That's right, I got a letter today addressed as "Dear Mets Fan:" Damn right I am! I did everything the Wikipedia "How to become a mets fan" said, and look, I am now officially one!!!

I went to two games. I bought a hat! I know at least one player by name. And I never cheer for the Yankees. But most importantly, I don't love them when they're winning and hate them when they're losing. or something like that.

Mr. Ianniciello even thanked me "for being part of our team." Well, you know what Mr. Inaniciello? You're welcome. You're welcome....,

Sincerely,
A Mets Fan

Whose ribs are those?

I took Osa, my roommate's dog on a ski today. It's such a beautiful day! Not a cloud in the sky. You can definitely tell that Spring is on the way. The moose are out and about, shedding their winter coats. There was moose hair, and poop and pee all over my trail today. And Osa was smelling something in the air. But I decided to cut the ski short after I ran into a rack of ribs on the trail. Don't know where they came from, or whose they were. I decided to turn around right there because the ski conditions weren't that good anyway and I didn't want to run into whoever had claimed those ribs.

So I got back and went on a run. I went with another dog. I don't know where he came from. But we ran 4 miles together.

I now know that I live on a dirt road. And that my driveway is gravel. I never knew that before. But the snow is melting quickly on the streets. And I heard a bird chirp today. It's so nice to know that Spring is coming. But of course, I'll be headed south to winter again. sigh....

words i can never get

frusterated
pacience
angle/angel - can't tell the difference
refridgerator
espically
vaccumm
booke (but that is just when i'm typing fast - and is understandable)

words that one would think i couldn't spell but i get every time (pat on the back)
awkward
foreign
definitely

Mommy made a mistake

I was in the car with my friend yesterday. We were trying to get to a store and she made a wrong turn. We had to turn around and her 2 year old son asked what was going on from the back seat. Janene explained that she made a wrong turn, and we were turning around. Willis responds "Mama fucked up." It took us a second to realize what he had actually said. But once we realized - at the same moment - it sent us both in to hysterics. Janene turns to me and says "Did he say what I think he just said?"

how low can you go?

I didn't even know my car could go that low...

Thank you Mr. Snowplow man

Things I learned today:
Never trust the sides of roads. They may look like they are part of the road, but in fact they are a 5 foot ditch filled with powder snow. And if you try to drive on it, your car will sink down and not be able to go anywhere.

Lesson two. When stranded at the end of a road in the middle of no where, don't panic. A nice man will sense that you are in trouble and drive his HUGE snow plow down your very road. Then hook your car (which is currently at a 45 degree angle - about to topple on it's side) up to his HUGE snowplow and pull your car out of the ditch.

Lesson three. It's better to put your car in neutral when you are being pulled out of ditch rather than leave it in park.

I also learned the phrase "acabar de" it means nothing but puts verbs in past tense. Like for instance. "Acabo de conducir mi coche into a ditch." see? Oh Spanish class...

Pretty...

I WANT THICKER PAPER!!!

I work with this printer in Jackson getting brochures, posters, and rack cards printed for Exum. Every time I go in to talk with the printer, I end up yelling. Not that I want to yell but I can't control the level of my voice. They start it. They start talking loud, I raise my voice to match the level of theirs, and by the middle of our conversation we're yelling about paper types. By the end of our conversation we're full out screaming "I'LL PICK UP THE BROCHURES TOMORROW! THANKS SO MUCH!" I always have to take a breather right when I walk out the door. I don't know how they can do it all day.

I learned how to ski on Sunday. I'm not going to brag, but, actually, yes I am. I was told that I was the "best student ever" that my instructor has ever had. Ahem. Just sayin'.

It's cold here. The high was 8 today.

Spanish lesson of the day. Hace mucho frio. - It's very cold.

it's true

you'd the perfect anecdotal lead for a story on quarterlife crises.
-Christina

Happy New Year

I had new year's dinner with some friends. Went back to their place and hung out and drank absinthe. 53% alcohol with a very very strong taste of liquorish. We did a 4 gun salute at 12. That's right, I stood on the balcony and fired a rifle - quite thrilling. Lots of kick back. Then we went skinny dipping in their hot tub.

I came back to see that Sophie had celebrated new years herself too. She got into a bag of salt and pepper kettle chips - ate them all and most of the bag too. then drank all the water in the house. Then she pooped on the floor - I like to think she pooped at midnight to ring in the new year.