Bite the wax tadpole.
Here’s just a few things on my mind this week…
First, I’m going to Argentina on Saturday. I’ll only be there a week, and I’m very excited about it, but I’m starting to panic about the culture shock. Mostly because I speak no Spanish. No, wait. I know como esta. Oh, and I know how to say I don’t understand: no entiendo. That should come in handy. Perhaps I should plan on being that annoying tourist who screams English at people, trying to get them to understand. That worked for all those people on The Amazing Race, right?
We’ll be spending most of the time in Buenos Aires, but we will spend two days at Iguazu Falls, and that should be cool. Maybe I'll share pictures when I get back.
Second, Elwood had a bit of fun this past Saturday, driving around northeast Georgia.
First there was a pit stop at the office and an attempt to get some work done.
Then off to catatonic1242’s childhood home to pick up some things and discuss gardening with her mom.
Two doors down (we drove, of course) to my childhood home, which has been bought and sold a few times since I lived there and now looks mighty different. Mostly. It is at least lacking the bright ass blue paint on the columns care of my crazy father.
Sadly, Elwood didn’t find any gold in Dahlonega, but he did find many, many stores full of crap. And that’s just as good, really.
After driving around aimlessly and randomly calling my parents, we found the true point of the trip: Camp Glisson, the church camp I made catatonic1242 attend with me when we were 13 and for which I am now forever her bitch.
Elwood really wanted to learn about Christ in a campy setting. Maybe he can go when he grows arms and legs and, you know, a soul.
Fish bait! Woo wee!
I don’t know why it was so funny for Elwood to be in Matt, GA, but it was. And by the way, this intersection? Pretty much the entirety of Matt.
Whorin’ on a Saturday night -- a happy ending to the day. Sorry. I had to.
Finally, I fear that I’m becoming much too obsessed with Supernatural. Please, somebody help me with my overwhelming addiction to all things brotherly.
First, I’m going to Argentina on Saturday. I’ll only be there a week, and I’m very excited about it, but I’m starting to panic about the culture shock. Mostly because I speak no Spanish. No, wait. I know como esta. Oh, and I know how to say I don’t understand: no entiendo. That should come in handy. Perhaps I should plan on being that annoying tourist who screams English at people, trying to get them to understand. That worked for all those people on The Amazing Race, right?
We’ll be spending most of the time in Buenos Aires, but we will spend two days at Iguazu Falls, and that should be cool. Maybe I'll share pictures when I get back.
Second, Elwood had a bit of fun this past Saturday, driving around northeast Georgia.
First there was a pit stop at the office and an attempt to get some work done.
Then off to catatonic1242’s childhood home to pick up some things and discuss gardening with her mom.
Two doors down (we drove, of course) to my childhood home, which has been bought and sold a few times since I lived there and now looks mighty different. Mostly. It is at least lacking the bright ass blue paint on the columns care of my crazy father.
Sadly, Elwood didn’t find any gold in Dahlonega, but he did find many, many stores full of crap. And that’s just as good, really.
After driving around aimlessly and randomly calling my parents, we found the true point of the trip: Camp Glisson, the church camp I made catatonic1242 attend with me when we were 13 and for which I am now forever her bitch.
Elwood really wanted to learn about Christ in a campy setting. Maybe he can go when he grows arms and legs and, you know, a soul.
Fish bait! Woo wee!
I don’t know why it was so funny for Elwood to be in Matt, GA, but it was. And by the way, this intersection? Pretty much the entirety of Matt.
Whorin’ on a Saturday night -- a happy ending to the day. Sorry. I had to.
Finally, I fear that I’m becoming much too obsessed with Supernatural. Please, somebody help me with my overwhelming addiction to all things brotherly.