Fordpride

I've been thinking about donuts for like the last 5 days straight.   I just really wanted one. So, finally, after going to the gym last night, I made my way to get some donuts.  That makes sense. I had found this donut shop that stayed open decently late for a donut shop and made my way.  It's in maybe a sketchier part of town, but I was not alarmed. The guy working the counter was an older gentleman, with longer, white hair and gaps between his teeth.  We had a pleasant conversation where he told me he worked for donuts.  I guess that's better than money? But really, I respect that.  Anyways, he mentioned there were some fresh donuts in the back and I told him to surprise me with a few.  Which he did, and then he threw in a bear claw for free.   I think I found the love of my life.  With a side of donuts.

I went to my very first vegan restaurant a couple weeks ago. It mostly happened because my friend wanted something somewhat 'healthy' and I figured the local Dairy Queen wouldn't qualify.  It was his birthday, after all, so I pulled up Yelp to try to find something that wouldn't taste like dirt. The place I found had rave reviews.  I was sold: the citizens of Yelp made me feel secure. But boy oh boy, did I lose my trust in humanity that day. Walking into the restaurant felt foreign to me...the walls were too clean, the employees too hipster.  Yet, I continued on.  The man at the front was very helpful when I told him I was new to this and that I needed some suggestions.  He mentioned a few things but quickly added, "But seriously. Everything is so good here".  I picked one of the specials-one of the dishes he said by name.  He had a pretty killer beard, so I wanted to believe him. Moments later, our meal arrived.  During the w...

Today. I decided on my way to work this morning that I would go to one of my favorite little trails after school.  To celebrate both summer and autumn.  And to savor the days of warm weather without any chance of snow.  Because snow will soon come. Just moments into the trail, I make eye contact. I break only to look around and find two other deer, all three of them intently staring at me.   It was on. We stared.  I walked, they jumped, we stared. And in that moment, during our intense staring contest, I did what any normal human would do: I started to dance. I mean, my reasoning was that they obviously wanted a show.  So my headphones were in and my groove was coming out. The deer just kept staring (like most humans) and I'm sure they were trying to figure out if I was going to strike or strike a pose.  In the end, I was the one who ended up losing interest, and continued my evening. But then, ins...

I love camping.   I enjoy the mountains and waking up to the real world.  Aka nature. This time around was really good, too, because I mastered the art of peeing outside.  It only took my whole life, but I rocked that urination. I also tried driving one of the quads and I got stuck on a log.  I had to be rescued by the boys and I never felt so hopeless.  I hope they didn't judge me too much but I know they did.   But seriously, this world.  It's so great.

This summer was delightful.  And full of adventures.  But more importantly, it was full of good humans.  I seriously have the best friends. My first stop of the summer was a little place called Jackson Hole.  I love it there.   Jackson included some delightful entertainment by some old guys who sing country.  I ate a whole tray full of meat.  It was disgusting and delicious and maybe a mistake.  Also, we hugged a bear. (But seriously.  So amazing.) Fun fact: I may or may not have sung a rendition of the Star Spangled Banner on the ferry ride to our hike.  And some Asian tourists might have loved every minute of it.  Married people are so cute sometimes...I guess.   Some of you might recognize this middle picture of Janna.  It got pretty big on the ol' FB. Most importantly, I ate waffles at the top of this mountain.  And we saw two movies and one of the Asians...

You know what I really love?  Making eye contact with other drivers while driving.  I think it is the best.  I don't even know why.  But tonight when I was turning a corner, I made eye contact with the guy waiting to turn and didn't look away until distance forced it.   Sometimes this turns into car flirting.  I don't mind that either.  Neither did Mystery Matt.   (oh what could have been...) But really, this post is all about a man named Sam Hunt.   Here he is:     First things first, I think I love him.   I don't know anything about him except he has ridiculous pop songs that are kind of just bad but I also can't stop listening to them.  They are full of awkward voice overs and cheesy lyrics but maybe that's why I relate to them.  I mean, when he says, "If you wanna be a homebody, we gonna have a house party" - I get that.  I'm lazy.  He sings about snapbacks...my friends ...

Oh, it's the end of June?  And I'm about to post about Memorial Day? I do what I want. It was a pretty excellent weekend.  The drive wasn't horrible (it gave me a good excuse to drink all the Mountain Dew I wanted)  (p.s. i love mountain dew baja blast (thanks taco bell!) but now that they sell it in stores normally i feel confused...because every time i drink it i instinctively want to eat a chalupa.  life is hard) Anyways.  I really loved Santa Fe.  And Taos.  They were both delightful little places with delightful people.  We also stopped by this weird little place called Earthships.  It was weird/cool?                            I really wanted to buy a turquoise ring while I was down there and after searching through several shops and streets, I ended up buying one from the very first place we went.  Which was helpful because ...