Next weekend...10th-13th. Craziness. Too many choices! We've got the Danville turtle races, seeing all my people at Steamboat, running Steamboat, buds from school camping in my backyard, bluegrass musicfest, camping in Carbondale with my pops. Who am I to choose? How in the world do I pick!!!

shoot dog, where you at? I feel like I've been up and down, all around, everywhere and back again. Being back in this house is a little bizarre. Part of you feels like a guest. Like a hotel in a way, or a bed and breakfast. You have all of your neccesities packed up and they no longer have a special 'spot' in the home. Where they once were now ( Read more... )

Back in town! It's been a fun few days thus far. Seeing faces, driving familiar roads, trying to remember what it feels like to live here. I really regret ignoring the appreciation for people from here. I let myself forget the greatness of people I've met. I feel like a fish.

Tomorrow has one objective...

destination HOME!

Today I rode my first roller coaster ever!!! Richie and Dave planned a trip to Cedar Point so that I could 'experience' the rapture. And yes, I do indeed enjoy them! (for those of you wondering!) I would try to describe them, but I would not do them justice.

During one of our breaks we were watching the kiddie bumper cars, and correct me if I am ( Read more... )

Things have gotten surprisingly more fun in the last seven days. Ever since we got back from Baltimore I've kept busy. We saw Jurassic Park at the drive in, snuck into a rock quarry and played around, and have eaten two sticks of cookie dough. Richie and Dave are my new favorites. A road trip can really trigger a friendship. I feel that in any ( Read more... )

So today I remembered something that still makes me laugh ( Read more... )

An eleven hour drive, with five hours of sleep in a hotel parking lot, and a three granola bar meal plan. Talk about a kick off! Richie, Hil, and myself trapsed across the nation to go to the HFStival in Baltimore, Maryland ( Read more... )

So the day has come
My bags are packed
The gas tanks are full
Tickets are in tow
Three kids on the open road
Baltimore here we come!

Here's the deal...I have lived the last eighteen years of my life with an intense dislike for apple juice. And although apple juice is an American staple in the essence of childhood, I endured ridicule and quietly sipped my orange juice. My parents came to watch my meet this weekend, and my sweet mother brought me an assortment of edibles ( Read more... )