Fubger Skucung 101 - Translated: Finger Slicing 101

So, I sliced my finger on a vegetable peeler this afternoon. It is now bandaged in 3 bandaids going every which way because I sliced it on a very inconvenient part of the finger. This has also made typing correctly next to impossible so it only figures that I am in a blogging mood, thus making it take 10x as long to type because I have to keep going back to correct my mistakes.

Anyway, tonight I broke out the hot chocolate maker:
It's a staple piece of kitchenware in my opinion. I made pumpkin spice hot chocolate and added a little scoop of ice cream for good measure. Delicious! I think it made the husband happy.

In other news. A little update on my goals for the year. I got called in for jury duty. It probably wasn't fair that I put that on the list since I knew I was going in for it at the time of the list making...but it's my list and I can make it how I want. I had to show up for 3 days. Two of those days were basically jury selection days...meaning I had to sit in a chair with limited breaks and listen to lawyers try and get me to say what they wanted me to say...for 2 days. Needless to say, I didn't say what they wanted me to say and didn't get chosen, but I got to go back again the next day and sit and wait and watch TV. Thrilling? Yes, it was.

Let's see, I also started the Twilight series. I finished the first book in about 4 days and need to go pick up the 2nd from the library. Did you know you have to pay a quarter to have a book held for you? If you don't pick it up you have to pay a dollar! I picked up The Time Traveler's Wife and paid a quarter on Monday and asked about New Moon. I had to be put on hold for that one too, but was 4th on the waiting list to get it. Not an hour later I got a call saying it was waiting for me. Now, I've gotta get it before Monday to avoid the $1 penalty, but finish my other one because it's only a 14 day book...I'm gonna have to do some serious reading to get both of these books done before their due dates.

Um, I haven't eaten any snails yet...I did have some chicken the other day though. Also haven't visited any other countries. I did travel to Branson which is close to Arkansas which is another country though.

Now I will type my last paragraph with out correcting any of my injured finger mistakes.

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Yep, that's how I type...it's taken me like 45 minutes to type this up. I'm done.

I'll leave you with these words of advice:
If your kitchen utensil drawer needs organized just skip it. Disorganization isn't worth losing a finger over.

I Got Goals...

On the eve of turning XXVII (in Super Bowl terms) I have decided to commemorate Angela Fest 2009 with 10 goals to accomplish this year. Here they are in no particular order...except for the first one. Some are guaranteed to happen, others will take some effort.

• More quiet times with Jesus. (I always make this goal…and most always fail. Grrr.)
• Get called in for jury duty.
• Move to another country.
• Visit at least 2 other countries.
• Lose the 10 lbs I’ve gained since the wedding. This couldn’t possibly because it seems I’ve taken up baking and cooking like a competitive sport.
• Actually, truly enjoy a cup of hot tea.
• Eat a snail.
• Read the Twilight series…just cuz I want to be cool like everyone else.
• Buy a bike.
• Keep a plant alive…for the first time in my life.

There ya have it! They aren't too high and mighty...except for maybe that keeping a plant alive issue...this is my year in that department, I can feel it. It's a different feeling than I've had for the past 7. I'll keep you up to date.

"The Top *Insert Number I Don't Know Yet* Quotes From a Very Loud, Rambunctious Concert Full of Crazy Youth Groups

*We now interrupt your regular broadcast for this news announcement!*

Okay, okay so I've really slacked off the last month and haven't even finished our vacation (I really am close to being done though!). I promise I will finish!! But today I have something else that needs to be shared.

Last night I had the pleasure of attending a concert...I haven't been to a concert in quite some time! It featured, FM Static, Thousand Foot Krutch (TFK), This Beautiful Republic, B. Reith, Audio Unplugged, and Jars of Clay.

The following is "The Top *Insert Number I Don't Know Yet* Quotes From a Very Loud, Rambunctious Concert Full of Crazy Youth Groups While We Sat in the Back and Lost All of the Little Hairs Inside our Ears that Promote Listening"...in no particular order.

1. "Is that a partial mullet?" - in response to This Beautiful Republic's lead singer

2. "My forehead is vibrating!" - um, it was loud...nuff said.

3. "That was from back in 1995!" - after Audio Unplugged sang Big House --- we then realized, "Oh dear. Most of the people in this room think that's a REALLY long time ago because they were either not born or about 2 years old."

4. "Is that necessary?" - in response to insane headbanging done by This Beautiful Republic

5. "They could totally throw cuss words in there and we'd never know!" - um, this could apply to a lot of the night.

6. "My jeans are vibrating!" - it was still loud.

7. "Why doesn't that infant have earplugs?!"

8. "We've got 1 more song for you tonight!" - TFK --- "Oh so that's a song?!" --- us.

9. While everyone else is yelling "One more song, one more song!!" we are saying "NO MORE SONGS! NO MORE SONGS!"

10. "If I headbanged like that and played the drums I'd smack myself in the face with a drumstick!" - in response to This Beautiful Republic's drummer with the long flowing blonde hair who appeared to be seizing.

11. "I need a translator." - again, this can be applied to a lot of the night.

12. "Crowd surfing is all fun and games until someone gets dropped by a 13-year-old." - due to the crazy people crowd surfing at the altar.

13. "Why doesn't that child have earplugs?!"

14. "We're old."

15. "My hair is vibrating!" - yup, still loud.

16. "Why did they put Jars of Clay last? All of their fans are the ones that have to get up at 6 a.m. for work."

And there you have 16 quotes. I think that most of these are things I, at one point in my life, said, "I'll never say anything like that!"

Day 5 - "Don't Worry It's a Flat Hike."

Remember that picture from the last post of the sunset? Well, if you look at the pictures you can see some clouds pouring over the mountains. It was really quite beautiful. Little did we know that that night was the last time we would actually get to see those mountains because the next morning we were socked in with clouds. No worries though, up there even when it's cloudy it's still pretty...just a mysterious cloudy. Since the sun wasn't out it was also quite chilly which was perfect! It was about 55 or something like that when we left the hotel to move onto bigger and better places....or so we thought.

Our next place to sleep was to be in St. Mary's. We had made reservations for 2 nights in a Pinnacle Cottage which according to the pictures was absolutely beautiful. They have fireplaces, kitchens, 2 bedrooms, a living room and a bathroom with a tub/shower (which is way different from the 2 ft x 2 ft showers we've been having...which btw are very hard to maneuver around to shave the legs...you hit your head on walls and if you drop anything good luck. So, thankfully as they say, "When in the mountains do as the mountain-women...if you get my drift...). Anyway, the week before the trip I had looked up these places we were staying and happened upon a review site that gave this place about an 79% disapproval rating...yes, my friends that is right, basically in mathematical terms that means that 79 out of 100 people rated this establishment as terrible. In fact some of the ways that this place was described was, "Your Worst Nightmare Come True", "I Felt Like I was in Friday the 13th", "Stay AWAY!", and my personal favorite "Horrific Experience...Bed Sheets/Mattress Saturated With Urine"...no kidding! That's a true story! In fact allegedly that happened while we were there. Haha! Anyway, needless to say we were a little wary of what we were walking into.

Thank you St. Mary's Lodge and "Resort" for not failing us too! I'm sure when Daniel went in to check us in they said something like this:

"Haha we got you! Welcome to St. Mary's Lodge and Anti-Resort we lost your reservations! So sue us! You are going to have to live under a tree somewhere along the lake down below and fend off the wild bears that are coming out to eat the huckleberries! I can also sense there are two not-so-rustic women in your vehicle...yep, good luck that buckaroo!"

Shocking isn't it?! They informed us they sold those cabins to KOA campgrounds so we would have to go there to straighten it all out. We went and they were very kind (at least I got that impression from Daniel). They told us ever since they bought that property from St. Mary's they have had problems with the St. Mary's people. Apparently even though St. Mary's sold the properties to KOA St. Mary's was still making reservations in them! Wow! Thankfully, much to Jessica's and my relief they had one of the cottages open for the night so we were guaranteed one night in them, but we would have to check out the next morning and then St. Mary's was supposed to find us a place to stay the following night. Jessica and I assumed it would probably be in one of their infamous teepees that would blow down on us in the middle of the night or something lovely like that.

We enjoyed our accomodations for the night though which made it very hard to say goodbye to in the morning:


Pretty nice, eh? It really was great.

That day we took a hike...shocked? This time we headed up to Logan Pass. Jessica and I were told by the boys, "Don't worry it's a flat hike." So, we were excited! Awesome a flat hike where we don't have to climb rocks or sheer cliffs. I'm not quite sure what dictionary was used when using the term "flat" because it wasn't flat. In fact we climbed stairs. Not little bitty stairs...like taller steps. I have short legs...short legs and tall steps do not mix. Now, it was really foggy up there (and about 45-50 so we were in our warm jackety coatlike attire) so you couldn't see all the way. Jessica and I would get oh so excited when we'd reach the "top" of the stairs only then the fog would kind of clear and show us our next set...and our hearts would be crushed.

This picture is not mine...hence the clear sky...these are some of the stairs. They are not steep, but they go on and on and on and on and on...



I had no idea it actually looked like this. Wow.

We did get to see some wildlife though! Starting with a hoary marmot. They are these large rodents. If I would have seen these sooner they might have been one of the animals that crossed my mind at 2 a.m. the other morning.Kinda makes you wanna curl up with a 30 lb rat doesn't it?

We also got to see mountain goats up close and personal.

He looks snuggly too.

When we got to the Hidden Lake Overlook this is what we saw.

Now, close your eyes and imagine this is what we saw...well, don't close your eyes...look at this and imagine this is what we saw:


Through all of that fog this is what it looks like. Nice, huh?! We had to use our imaginations because we had no idea that it looked like this when we were up there. I figured there would be a lake down there though since it was the Hidden Lake Overlook. I'm smart like that.

That night dinner was AWESOME!! We were introduced to the new love of our lives. It's a little place called Johnson's. Holy cow! We had the special which was grilled ham and cheese sandwiches and vegetable beef stew. It was quite possibly one of the best meals ever! Finding this little gem (thanks to Doug's boss for the recommendation) was one of the best things on this trip. If I could marry it, I would. I want to go back to Montana just for Johnson's. Blessed Johnson's.

Tune in next time to find out if we had to live with the micro-bears in the mountains the next night and for: Day 6 - To Ride Horses with the Drunk Indians or Not to Ride Horses with the Drunk Indians? That is the Question.

Day 4 (Part 2) - How Old Am I?

After a 10 mile hike and then a pretty sleepless night due to the mouse gang in our room, my body was rejecting me. My legs were screaming out, my feet were cursing and my knees definitely weren't acting like Christians. I don't know what it feels like to be 85, but I'm pretty sure that was as close as I'm gonna get for about 59 more years. I felt like I was waddling everywhere. The knees were not bending so well...so, we wanted to take it easy.

Daniel went out at one of those non-existent hours in the morning and rehiked the 10 miles we did the previous day to get the perfect shot...he is a crazy man. There are bears out there...micro and regular. There are moose (I prefer to call plural moose, moosen) out there. There are rabid ground squirrels out there too I'm sure.

He got back at around 10 a.m. as the other 3 of us were finishing up breakfast. We decided the waitress would be the perfect person to ask about easy hikes or fun things to do in the area. Little did we know she was one of the people we saw the previous day on our hike "skiing" on her boots down the side of a mountain on rocks. We were a little wary of her suggestions...here they were...

1. Do a 3-4 mile hike to Red Rock Falls and soak in the pools of water. Feels good a warm day.
2. Ski down a mountain on your boots...but watch out for the rams.
3. Jump off of waterfalls on the hotel grounds...they are only 60 feet high.

I don't know about you, but #'s 2 and 3 sound fantastic. (Just a bit of sarcasm there people.)

We decided to do a 3-4 mile hike to Red Rock Falls. A nice, easy hike for non-Christian knees.

It wasn't too horrible and I told my knees to take it like a man. They can be a couple of sissies sometimes. There's no crying in hiking!! (There is when there are wild animals in your room though...I "forgot" to include that yesterday...I kinda woke Doug up the 2nd time when I was bawling my eyes out because of the mouse gang - there had to be at least 16.2 mice in there I'm sure - I wasn't scared of them I was very, very angry at them...sorry, back to today's blog) Again, the hike was worth it:

We didn't wear our suits, but decided to stick our feet in the pools that this crazy waitress told us to swim in...
Can't you tell how we were ready to jump right in and take a little dip. No way! I don't know who this waitress was, but there was no way we were immersing ourselves in that water. It was beautiful, but so stinking cold. I have no idea how Doug kept his legs in it for so long. I think he said at one point they were kinda numb. It did feel good on the feet after a while, but definitely not for swimming in!

The boys decided to be crazy brave and walk out to the edge and look over the top of one of the falls, but us girls stayed sitting on a tall rock, overlooking the area. We looked straight ahead instead of watching our husbands risk their lives for the sake of photography. This is what we watched.
Safe and pretty just the way we like it. Not like this:Thankfully this wasn't the last picture of these two.

We eventually hiked back and on our way back to the hotel as we were driving we saw one of these:
Except we didn't get this view...praise the Lord. He was on this hill as we drove past it.


Here was our sunset that night...Amazing...


Overall, a good day. No limbs (or toes) were lost. No one fell off of a waterfall. No one got car sick. Plus we had a sure place to sleep...which is what we did that night, mouse gang or not.

But would we have the same luck tomorrow?

Find out in the next installment Day 5 - "Don't Worry It's a Flat Hike."

Day 4 (Part 1) - There's a Moose Under Our Bed!

You know, after a super long hike all you want to do is sleep. So, that's what we planned on doing. Sleeping. Which we did. We were dead to the world until 2 a.m. That's when I awoke very suddenly to the sound of a plastic Wal-Mart-like bag rustling violently.

At first I thought, "Oh man, the air conditioner/heater came on and is blowing on one of the bags. I'm going back to sleep." But then I immediately realized, "Wait just one second, there is no air conditioner in her and this room is 100 years old and there's a little heater high on the wall that's nowhere near any plastic bags in our room! HOLY CRAP (pardon my French...I was very alarmed) THERE IS SOMETHING ALIVE BESIDES US IN OUR ROOM!!!" I sat straight up in bed. This would be the point that Doug stirs just a little bit and starts to realize I am no longer lying next to him but sitting next to him and getting a little agitated.

He says, "What are you doing?"

I respond, "There's something making a noise in the plastic bag."

He groggily replies, "It'll be fine. Go back to sleep."

So, me, being the brave girl that I am layed warily back down in bed with full intentions of lying there freaking out inside sleeping. Until...

I heard slow footsteps walking around my side of the bed. That was it...I was done! There was no silent freaking out happening with something walking along my side of the bed. I sat straight up again and started violently shaking Doug this time! "Doug wake up!!!! There is something alive in our room!!!"

"It'll be fine. Go back to sleep!"

I kinda sit there for a second and imagine every animal imaginable at now 2:15 a.m. My thoughts ranged from a mouse, to a wild cat, to a ground squirrel, to even the micro-bear Doug was telling us about earlier (I told you it was early in the morning...imaginations are horrible things sometimes). This caused me to panic more and I began to think I was going to hyperventilate.

"I can't! It's walking around by my side of the bed. You have to get up and find it!!"

"Fine."

He turns the light on and gets his flashlight out. He takes a look under the bed a couple of times and declares it holy ground (although, I'm was not walking barefoot down there in case something decided to grab my toes).

He tells me all will be fine and to try and sleep. At this point I am literally shaking and he has to remind me to breathe. I can still hear those stupid footsteps. Everytime I did I tensed up which also bothered Doug.

I knew that it was probably a mouse, but I read Fox News far too much and lately there has been a crazy trend of babies getting eaten by mice until they die or lose fingers, toes, and parts of noses. Everytime I closed my eyes I imagined getting overtaken by mice and having my toes gnawed off. It wasn't a pretty sight. It was just easier to keep my eyes open. Needless to say, not a lot of sleep was had after that.

Doug got up a couple hours later to take sunrise pics. He totally left me in that room to fend for myself against the mouse gang. Good thing I'm scary cuz they stayed away.

Later when we were ready for breakfast and heading downstairs Doug announced we were getting a mouse trap so he wouldn't have to deal with me flipping out in the middle of the night again. Now, the people that work there are from all over the world. The man we chose to talk to was from France, and this how the conversation went:

Doug: We have a mouse in our room.
Frenchman: (pointing to gift shop) Gift shop.
Me: (thinking) What the heck?!
Doug: No, we have a mouse in our room.
Frenchmen: A moose?
Me: (thinking) Yes, sir, a moose crawled through the window in the middle of the night and won't leave.
Doug: No, a mouse...we need a trap.
Frenchman: (confusion written all over this poor kid's face) Trap a moose?
Doug: Do you know what a mouse is? (using hands to show size and how they skitter around a room) A rodent. Small. Has diseases.
Frenchman: No, I don't know mOUse.

I then see someone grab a net on the end of long stick and then know that this is going nowhere fast. This gentleman is American and knows about such things as mice. He tells us they can't kill them (they can't even kill bugs) because they are protected animals.

You have got to be kidding me. This protected animal tried to eat my toes the night before and it's okay. Two gentlemen take their little butterfly net and skip off to our room.

There was no hope. We had a roommate and he was not leaving anytime soon. I named him Scooter.

Tune in tomorrow for Day 4 (Part 2) - How Old Am I?

Day 3 - Please Someone Kill Me Now!

Now that all of our air travel was done for several days we were quite excited! Now, the real vacation could begin.

Doug and Daniel started out their day way before Jessica and I did. They left around 5 a.m. or some horrible hour like that that should not be recognized while on vacation, but they like it. On a regular non-vacation day, no way, but on vacation, bring it on! Jessica and I took it upon ourselves to sleep for them, which we did quite well.

After a breakfast of french toast (I had vanilla hazelnut, Doug had huckleberry...more on a later date) which reminded me vaguely of funnel cakes we headed to our next location. Off to Many Glacier which looks like this:


Our hotel was very close to the Iceberg Lake trailhead (don't I sound like I know what I'm talking about when I use terms like trailhead?! Just wait til' I whip out switchbacks...gives you chills doesn't it?!) which was our hike of choice for the day. It's 10 miles roundtrip. This doesn't sound so bad when you think of it in terms of driving. I was gasping for breath on the way there on several occasions, but that 's because I'm from KS and we don't have elevation thus we have oxygen here. Sad to say we didn't really see much wildlife except for a mountain goat. There was the instance of a "micro-bear" which Doug told us was more vicous than a regular bear and very small...I think he was making it up...I have my suspicions. I was pretty pooped and so were my feet by the time we reached Iceberg Lake, but it was worth the view:

An apparent tradition that I was not informed of proceeded. Jessica and I were instructed to remove our shoes and step into the water...the water with big ice cubes floating in it. I noticed something right away...the boys didn't do this, they just took pictures and laughed at us girls writhing in pain from the freezing temperature. I think next time they will be required to do that and then we will take pictures and laugh at them! Sounds fair to me!

Well, when it was time to start the 5 mile hike back my feet were not happy that they were being forced back into boots. The rest of the hike taught me a lot about prayer. I talked a lot to God on the way back. I'm sure he was teaching me a lesson and I'm still trying to figure it out. This was my time with God:

"DEAR JESUS, MAKE THE PAIN STOP! I WANT TO SEE YOU! I'M READY TO COME TO HEAVEN RIGHT NOW AND SOAK MY ACHING FEET IN A NICE GOLD BOWL OF WARM WATER AND MAYBE EVEN SIT IN A HOT TUB OF HOLY WATER!"

I was losing my mind. The only thing that got me back was the promise of pasta. I got my pasta too. I could have been the worst pasta in the world and I would have been happy because it would have been food in front of me while I was sitting.

We returned to our hotel where we fell into bed for a long night's sleep...or so we thought...

Tune in tomorrow for Day 4 - There's a Moose Under Our Bed!

Day 2 - Luggage? We Don't Need No Stinkin' Luggage!

After our glorious day of travel the day before we happily awoke refreshed after about 5 hours of sleep. If you know my husband, 5 hours of sleep is about 3-4 hours short of acceptable sleep length. So, maybe we didn't wake up so refreshed, but we woke up nonetheless. We made our way to the airport in hopes of not getting stuck. Thankfully we weren't flying United so our chances of getting anywhere on time skyrocketed!

Remember my fear of going through security because of sniffing dogs? Well, my fears have now multiplied by 1,000. Yes, it's true. They have these new machines there. Big, tall machines you stand inside and they have an arm like thing that whirs around you. I did not know what this new machine was, but I did notice the sign that said something like this,

"You are about to enter this scary looking machine. You can either A. stand inside it and let it whir around you painlessly or B. get frisked by that really disturbing looking security guard on the other side. Choose wisely."

Well, shoot, I totally chose the scary machine thing. What harm can a scary looking machine do?! None, that's what! It didn't hurt at all. Sad to say, Doug had to go through the machine AND get frisked. He is a pretty shady looking character.

After we went through it, Doug says, "Those machines have been really controversial." He then tells me they are body scanning machines. So, after getting our Cinnabon (priorities) I took it upon myself to research these alleged body scanners. I shouldn't have. My life would be much better not knowing what they are. Apparently these body scanners truly scan your body. Like they see through your clothes. At this point I felt very violated and kinda wished I had just been frisked. They should have had a sign that said this instead,

"You are about to enter this scary looking machine. You can either A. stand inside of this machine as we look through (yes, we said through) your clothes to see if you are carrying anything dangerous like a fingernail file in your armpit or elsewhere (yes, we will see it if you try) or B. get frisked by that disturbing looking security guard who really is a gentle giant on the other side. CHOOSE THE FRISKING!"

I digress.

Onto the airplane ride. It was good. It was on time. It was Delta. God bless you, Delta.

We arrived in Montana and were greeted by Jessica. She's from Florida, you'll hear a lot about her over the next few days. She's one of Doug's friends from college and belongs to Daniel who was currently waiting in the car on the curb expecting to be there for 10 minutes. Jessica, Doug and I stood around and waited for our bags to ride around and come to us. They didn't come....even though we were assured they were on the flight. Hmmm...so, we wait in line behind a whole lot of other people who are now in the middle of Montana with nothing to wear. To make an already long story short, the nice lady didn't have a clue where our luggage was. Yep, no record of it. Even better since we were informed a very short time later in the car by Daniel and Jessica that the only clothes they'd seen for sale were authentic Indian clothing. That sounded REALLY promising. The lady then told us that they would wait until the next flight came in that night from Denver and if our luggage happened to be on that one they would drive it up to us.

So, we all hop in the car and head up to the hotel through the windy roads. This is the point in my life where I discovered I really can get car sick. We don't have curvy roads roads in mountains here in KS so I was never given the opportunity to experience the feeling of carsickness. Oh, and I had a migraine on top of that. That helped a ton. The only problem was I was the new girl and considered myself to be tough. Carsickness is for wimps. That's what I thought until my stomach started to turn more and I thought I was going to lose consciousness. That's when I turned to Doug and told him I didn't feel well. Thankfully we pulled into town for lunch. I thought that might help. Nope, it doesn't, just so you all know. I ordered lunch but if I even touched the food to my tongue it didn't want to go down. But I gave it a good effort. We then went and bought 2 of my best friends on the trip, Mr. Excedrin and Miss Dramamine. I love them so.

Back to the hotel we went to take drugs and nap. It worked! Life was good again, so we went on a 4 mile hike. Pretty sure I was gonna die. There is no oxygen there, but we made it to the top and saw this.
It was lovely. Then I felt like a weenie because a couple kids came bounding up the mountain and I felt like falling over dying. Then the kids's dad comes up the mountain in pristine condition carrying an infant. I felt even worse and wanted to crawl into a bed and sleep.

So, we went back to our hotel (after seeing a black bear on our way down the mountain) that looked like this on the outside:
and this on the inside:and we went to sleep. We were there and all was well.

Tune in tomorrow for Day 3 - Please, Someone Kill Me Now!

Day 1 - The Cursed Travelers

You know, I used to look at airports and get all excited and jittery thinking about the prospect of climbing onto an airplane that would take me off to new adventures. The only thing I ever dreaded was going through security, but even that didn't scare me to much until they bring in the dogs. It's never good when they bring in the sniffing dogs.

Now, I walk into the airport and brace myself for the inevitable news that something has gone wrong with at least one flight we are supposed to ride on. Our most recent trip did not let me down either.

It all started when we went to check in at those handy-dandy self-check in kiosks (man, I love that word! I could say it over and over again. Kiosk, kiosk, kiosk...fun!) Much to our dismay we get a message similar to this,

"I'm sorry you are flying United. Your flight is running 55 minutes late so we're gonna try to make the rest of your airport experience for the day as stressful as possible. Oh, you want to go to Montana do you?! Muwahahaha. That's very funny! We laugh in your face! You most likely aren't gonna make your next connection. That's too bad for you. Go on up to the line ahead and wait and a person can help you fly there within the next week so you only get 2 days of vacation instead of 7."

It went something like that, as I recall.

We went up to the desk and the kind lady (she really was...she might have been new.) confirmed what the kind kiosk told us. She informed us we could try again tomorrow, but there were no guarantees. My husband, my knight in shining armor, who doesn't take, "come back tomorrow" as an answer informs the kind lady that we will take the risk of missing our flight in Denver and our luggage most definitely not making it on our flight and arriving on the next. So, we check in and even make it through security without dogs sniffing us.

At this point we decide no more United for us. The rest of the day solidifies this wise choice of ours.

We sit and wait in the Wichita airport...in case you have never been blessed to fly out of the Wichita airport, there is NOTHING to do in this airport. Sitting is your only option. This wouldn't have been quite so bad if it would have happened in say, Dallas, Chicago, or at least an airport with moving sidewalks or escalators where we could ride them for hours on end. We are then informed why we are late. Apparently the plane we are supposed to be on got delayed an hour and twenty minutes out of Houston because of mechanical problems. I hate when they say that. It doesn't phase Doug because his plane always has mechanical problems. I like my planes to work when they are in the sky. They then tell us it will be delayed another 15 minutes because it hadn't even left Denver yet. When it finally gets here we are told we can't board for another 20 minutes because Denver has bad weather and they have grounded all flights going in and leaving.

This is another point when having a husband who is a pilot comes in handy. He pulls out his phone and looks up some aviation weather site where everything is in a secret code. Come to find out there is nothing wrong around Denver. This is also confirmed by other passengers who call friends in Denver who say, "The weather is fine! Crazy United people!"

We finally board and leave about 2 hours after we were supposed to. Surprisingly we land in Denver and miss our connecting flight by 30 minutes. After not finding anyone to help us we are directed to gate B39. It's name now lives in infamy. According to the really old lady in front of us in line she counted everyone in front of her. There were 99 people and the line was approximately 2.7 miles long. That might be exaggerating, but not by much. :-) We wait for 30 minutes and hardly move. So Doug and this man behind us get the bright idea that there has to be another customer service desk somewhere else. Sure enough! They walk a very long distance and find a line with 5 people in it. Me and the other wife stay in line just in case. We waited an hour before it was okay to step out. We also found out that this other man makes ice cream in Montana, Wilcoxsons, BONUS! It was good by the way.

I promise this day is almost over. I'm telling you it was long!

Doug used his magic negotiating skills and got us a flight out of Denver that night to Salt Lake City. We were to land at around midnight. We got no free hotel room out of the deal because we were told they coded the delay as a weather delay. Fabulous. We did get to eat some food before leaving Denver and then our flight was delayed 30 minutes out of Denver. Way to go, United! We love you!

We made it to Salt Lake City, surprisingly and got to stay here (although we didn't know this is what it looked like on the outside cuz it was really dark):

Thankfully, this place had a bed and we were able to sleep in preparation for the next exciting leg of the trip the next day...

Tune in tomorrow for: Day 2: Luggage, We Don't Need No Stinkin' Luggage!

In Preparation

So, we are leaving for vacation on Friday. We are getting out of Kansas and heading north where there are mountains. "Mountains? What are mountains?" you may be asking. They are these very tall pieces of land that are very pretty and we can't claim any here in the grand state of Kansas. Apparently you are supposed to hike in these things called mountains. Now, hiking to me is like, "Hey, I'm gonna hike down to the corner to Walgreens, I'll be back in 10 minutes." Anyone from Kansas understands where I'm com
ing from with this. We don't have places to hike besides little trails around our man-made lakes. This is the extent of my hiking experience:
A large group traipsing through the "woods". From what I hear you don't jump off the rocks where we're going...it's a lot longer way down to the bottom.

So, in preparation for our trip I've been training. I started running for a few weeks, but this week I've discovered that I love spinning. I like being able to work out with a group. I think I get a lot more out of it and "have" to do. I can't wimp out 5 minutes into the hour long workout...I mean, I would never wimp out 5 minutes into a workout...ever...

Doug and I have also been taking 2 mile walks with our hiking boots on Saturday mornings and then he makes me do the stairs...curse the stairs...I hate them. Usually I do them with a very bad 2-year-old attitude. It makes it more fun that way. Okay, maybe not a 2-year-old attitude...it's probably like a 5-year-old. Much better.

So far I like hiking. A 45 minute walk in the park...no hills, no switchbacks (whatever that is!), no elevation (I'm not kidding...none really), and no bears. It's been good. I'll let ya know how I really feel next week.

Parking Garages

Apparently, I have developed a slight fear of parking garages. I have no idea where this came from. I don't ever recall being afraid of parking garages before. I have to park in a parking garage when I volunteer at the hospital and every time I drive into the stinkin' thing my chest gets all tight and I'm pretty sure I start minorly hyperventilating. I think terrible things about how there are hundreds of cars above my head...are cars intended to be "suspended" in the "air". I've been parking the basement lately, and it's super scary down there. Just think about all of the stories of cars sitting precariously over my head. It makes my heart flutter. I tell myself, "Simmer down, this parking garage has been here for many, many years! It hasn't collapsed yet!" One would think this might possibly calm my spazzed out nerves, but no it makes it worse! I look around at the 70's style painting and then start looking for cracks that will surely bring the thing down. That's my cue to walk as quickly as I can to the safe building where I can't hear cars driving over my head.

Not only do have this fear of the thing caving, but what about all of the crazy people that sit in parking garages just waiting to get you. Have you seen the movies?! Anytime there is a parking garage nothing good comes of it. So, on top of retreating as quickly as I can to the safety of the building I'm also checking my back. I'm sure if a doctor is ever in the same parking garage as I am he may admit me to the psyh ward.

I blame it on watching too much 24.

Sorry, Friends!

I have really stunk this up lately.

I think I got done teaching and didn't want to do anything that had to do with literacy...except for reading and talking...seriously, I've been reading like the government was gonna burn all of the books in the country. I'm about ready for my next stop at the library.

On the "plant front" I have killed too many things. After we got back from Dallas my dear, dear aloe plant had been overtaken by mushrooms. My dear husband then made the decision to banish it from the house...something about fungus growing in our apartment seriously freaked the man out! :-) May it rest in peace. Our strawberries taste like a mixture of dirt and manure...pretty sure I won't be placing any of those things in my mouth again, but they sure are pretty! The rest of the veggies look green, but aren't exactly producing anything! Oh well...my goal wasn't to kill them, so I guess I'm successful so far!!

I started volunteering in the Ronald McDonald Family Room in between the PICU and pediatric units this week. I had training today and I'm SUPER excited! I'm very excited about getting to help people who are going through a really hard time to make them a little bit happier. I just hope I can resist the freezer full of cinnamon rolls and watching Sister Act of the VCR while I'm on duty!

Okay, I need to go clean so it looks like I actually did something while Doug was at work...drat.

Still Alive...and Growing!

It's a miracle! I haven't killed off my plants yet! Everyday I peek out onto our balcony expecting to see withered up plants that are ready to blow away in the wind, but instead I see this:


and this:




I am so proud!! They are like my little babies! Do you see that little red strawberry?! It's amazing, eh?! We're eating it tomorrow. We're gonna cut it in half and share it. I sure hope it's good. So, if the plant is like my baby would the fruit of the plant be my grandbaby...or perhaps a grandberry? Hmmmm...okay, okay, I'll stop.

As if my home is full of growing little babies I added another today. This is an aloe vera plant and someone brought it some cuts of it to school today so I decided to brave it. Someone said they are really hard to kill. I'll see if I can prove them wrong! Not so sure how well this one is gonna work out, but I really like the pot I found for it today! So, it may die, but at least it looks good in the process.


So, I would like to welcome the new member to our family...live long and prosper...or at least live for a few days.

Politically Incorrect?

Okay, so serious blogs are not going to become my thing. In fact, I have a plethora of blog ideas bopping around in my very full brain right now, but I don't have time to write just yet. Patience I tell you. I have one that I would like to make time to write tonight...be grateful because I'm putting off reading The Diary of Anne Frank (yes, I know that's supposed to be underlined I just can't figure it out right now) to type this out. It could be somewhat political, it could be somewhat controversial, it could be somewhat not politically correct...I don't know because I haven't quite processed it all so it may just come out a jumbled mess and I apologize now for it. Just leave me a comment that says, "Great work! Made perfect sense! Keep your day job!".

I read Fox News approximately 27 times a day. I like it. I'm a nerd. I like that too. I typically don't read it for pertinent information (although that's nice on occasion), I like to read it for the very weird and bizarre stories under the pertinent story section. I like to read it for stories like, "Pregnant Woman Gets Hit by Car While Fleeing Bear" (true story, check it out...no worries, the lady and the baby are fine...the bear isn't...but have no fear the lady is gonna give the kid the middle name "Bear" in its honor whether a boy or girl). Now these stories are wonderful and great in every way, but a pertinent story has been catching my eye lately...it may not really be a pertinent story, but it gets to be up in the pertinent section so it counts.

The story has been about Miss California, Carrie Prejean, in the Miss USA pageant. She was asked by Perez Hilton, a very openly gay man, what her stance was on gay marriage. She responded with, "I think that I believe that a marriage should be between a man and a woman. No offense to anyone out there, but that's how I was raised." She, later in the evening, would come in 1st runner up, quite possibly due to her answer to that question. In response to this answer she has been attacked all over the place for answering that way. Perez Hilton has called her many unmentionable names and many other people too. People are ticked and saying she had no right to say that! What in the world?! We live in America right?! Just checking. Our constitution is still in tact right?! Just checking. Isn't there some amendment about freedom of speech?! Sometimes I do not understand this country. I love it and I am proud to livein it. I don't want to take our freedoms for granted.

You know what? I agree with her and I have absolutely no shame in saying that. In the Bible it is clear about same sex relations. I will always stand on that. Do I have friends that are gay? Yes, as a matter of fact I do. Do I agree with their lifestyle? No, I do not. Nor will I ever. Will I continue to be their friend? Yes.

How come it's okay for people in favor of gay marriage to say such things about people who aren't in favor of it? Yet, when someone simply comes out says they disagree with it...in a non-confrontational way...the world is up in arms!

I, by no means, would ever say anything like that about people who are in favor of it...I do not agree with Fred Phelps or anyone involved with him either.

I just don't understand the world we live in...I don't understand double standards. It makes no sense to me.

On a side note, I do NOT agree withe pictures she had taken of her from a few years back...just so you know.

Let's see what kind of hits I get with this post...

Weight Loss

Woo-hoo! I lost 3 pounds last week!

I'm sure it has absolutely nothing to do with that macaroni and cheese and Spam experiment.

Speaking of Spam, I did some research...

• A serving size is 2 oz
• In those 2 oz is 170 calories
• 1 can of Spam holds 12 servings (this stuff could feed a large family!)
• It's made of pork shoulder meat w/ some ham added, water, sugar, salt (and a lot of it...750 mg/serving mind you), and something called sodium nitrite (I thought my chemistry teacher mixed that with something and then it exploded in high school...should I be eating it?!)
• Spam became popular during WWII when there was a meat ration
• In the US 3.8 cans of Spam are consumed every second! Seriously! If you just did the math in your head (which I'm sure you all did!) that would be 7,752 calories of Spam are consumed every second.
• People that live in Hawaii average 4 cans of Spam each year for each person...they are the Spam capital of the world, you know.
• Spam is sold in special gift boxes in Korea.
• Spam stolen from army PX's in Korea are sold on the Black Market.
• Nikita Kruschev was quoted as saying, "Without Spam, we wouldn't have been able to feed our army" in WWII about the Russian army.
• There are 13 types of Spam: Spam Classic, Spam Classic 7 oz., Spam Low Sodium, Spam Garlic, Spam Lite, Spam Golden Honey, Spam Hot and Spicy, Spam Spread, Spam Singles, Spam Hickory Smoke, Spam with Bacon, Spam with Cheese, and Spam Oven Roasted Turkey
• The Spam mascot used to be Spammy the Pig
• The world record for eating Spam is held by Richard LeFevre. He devoured six pounds of it- or, eight- 12 ounce cans- in 12 minutes.

So, Amanda you have learned lots of new things today!! You may pick any of the above facts to share!

Now, I can't say I hated it. I would definitely never eat this stuff by itself, but, all in all, it was too bad all chopped up in mac and cheese. Although, I lost 3 pounds last week I wouldn't recommend it as a good weight loss staple food. I'm just sayin'.

Where I found my amazing amount of Spam knowledge:
http://www.cusd.claremont.edu/~mrosenbl/spamfacts.html
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/470437/little_known_facts_about_spam_.html?cat=22

Pause

So, I've got 12 days with my kiddos left...14 teaching days (2 of them are kindergarten screening for next year's hoodlems). That's not a lot. Not at all. Although, it seems as if it will never get here. The last few weeks of school creep by! The kids are antsy, teachers are antsy, the ants are antsy. Everyone is just downright antsy. I gave my kids the little talk about Spring Fever. I think they all thought they caught some crazy infectious disease like swine flu. Oh well, I told them I didn't want them to get it (Spring Fever...I don't want them to get swine flu either, don't get me wrong) so they needed to cover their coughs and sneezes so as not to give their neighbor Spring Fever. Okay, okay I didn't really tell them that it could be passed by germs, but we did have a good long talk about it. Nevertheless, they still got it. Oh well, it was worth a shot.

In the midst of finishing up this school year I'm also packing up my classroom. Yeppers, this is it for me for a while. I'm putting my full time teaching career on hold and going to part time/substituting. This is due to Doug and I moving sometime in the next several months...who really knows when! I'll let you know when I find out! In the process of cleaning out files and cabinets and such I can't figure out where all of this stuff came from! Seriously! I've got a ton of stuff...a ton of trees have been killed in the process of my teaching career...sorry, Trees.

So, anyway, I'll keep cleaning and sorting away, but right now I'm going to bed so I can rested up for the crazies tomorrow! 14 days...14 days...14 days...

Slackers!

So, I was reading up on my Pioneer Woman today and she's having a contest to win a Kitchenaid mixer. Seriously they are the best thing ever. In the process of reading this blog I got down to the comments section. Seriously, the woman had 15,477 comments on that blog alone. Where is the love?!? I want 15,477 comments too. My 5 readers better get with it! That means you guys need to each leave 3,095.4 comments each. You better get busy, looks like you have a long night ahead of you.

I Did It...You Better Look Before They Die

I did it! I went to Home Depot and purchased living plants and some seeds to make my very own vegetation creation! Are you proud? You should be! I planted them 24 hours ago and guess what?! They are still alive! Pick yourselves up off of the ground, I was in utter shock when I checked them this morning and they still had green leaves. I thought this was a good sign that I should probably water them. So I did.

Now I have never attempted real vegetables or fruit, but I figured that I've failed at everything else so why not fail at this too! I'm all about being well-rounded.

So, here is what I purchased yesterday evening.

Yes, those are alive...your eyes do not fail you. I even touched them before I took this picture and they didn't whither away immediately. Miracles! Speaking of miracles I actually bought real dirt this time. In the past I've always bought the $1.50 top soil (maybe that was my problem all along) because I can tend to be cheap...and seriously, it's dirt! I could get it out of my backyard for free (but I don't think my apartment complex would be too thrilled). So, I decided to splurge and spend $4 on Miracle Gro dirt. There's got to be a good reason why everyone talks about this stuff and even considers putting it in small children's bottles. Don't worry when I have kids I won't do this to them. That would be bad and very irresponsible.

On with the pictures!

This is my strawberry plant. So far so good.
From the left: Zucchini, Green Pepper and the big patch of dirt has green beans
Who knows what crazy mixes we may get if those roots decide to join together. Zeppers? Green Peppini?

Finally to prove to you that I actually did touch these plants here is the proof:

Yes, I had a out of body experience with a pioneer and worked the land with my hands. Just call me Caroline Ingalls. I wouldn't have gotten this dirty except I kinda don't know where my trowel is. I spent a whole 98 cents on it a couple of years ago. Big loss. Hands were WAY more fun!

Alright, kiddies, keep checking to see how fast these suckers die! You might wanna check tomorrow...it could be that soon. Trust me.

I Kill Everything...In the Plant World

I want to plant pansies. I saw some pansies today while at Dillons (my 2nd stop to get items to make Doug feel better) and thought to myself, "Self, you should get some pansies and plant them!"

I thought back, "Well, self, that sounds splendid except for one small detail...you KILL all things that are alive and in your possession."

It's true. I do. I kill all plants that come even close to being in my permanent (or not so permanent) possession. It's a very sad, sad truth. This has also been the case for animals in my possession. They are okay at mom and dad's (as are plants), but when they come and live in my house they start dropping like flies. Even flies drop in my presence. In college (my last 2 years) I had a fish and a lizard...they died exactly 1 year apart...to the day. In my first 2 years of teaching I had another fish, a rat, and 2 guinea pigs. I'll admit I thought I had killed the fish and then I went to dump him in the toilet at school and he amazingly tried to jump out of the toilet. I felt pretty bad about that. The rat didn't even last a full 7 days in my class (the standing record). He was loved by all. I carried him around while I did a spelling test that week...all the kids did very well. I still think that rat was killed by the janitor. Conspiracy I say. The guinea pigs are my closest success story. I got rid of them before they died...thankfully before they produced 17 more guinea pigs right in front of 7 and 8-year-olds' eyes.

We won't even go into the plant thing. I've killed them all that's all there is to it. Even the stuff that just sits in a jar and grows...killed it. Flowers in little flower pots...killed them. I plant seeds...they don't even peek out of the dirt. They know death is coming so they don't even try. They probably die as soon as I pick up the packet of seeds. I put them in full sun...they croak. I put them in partial sun...they whither away. I even tried that thing called watering...doesn't really work for me. Been there, done that.

Now, the good thing is that it appears that, so far, I have been successful on the human front. I've been on my own for several years...here I am typing away. I have taught children for 4 years...no problems there. I even got myself a husband. He's been with me for 4 months with no ill effects...except that he's had a 102 degree temp for the past couple of days...but that's not the point! He is sleeping in the next room...therefore my ill luck with plants doesn't seem to be wearing off on him! Chalk one up for me.

Now, as for this pansy hankering I have. I suppose I can give it a shot. Maybe I just needed to be married to make it work. We even got a pot for our wedding (at least that's what we think it is...no, really we had to stop and think it about it when we got it...). I think it's a sign. Maybe it's a magic pot that will block out all of my bad flowering growing juice. Maybe it will be the object that will neutralize my black thumb of death.

I'll let you know. Until then, I'll be buying bouquets of pretty flowers that are expected to die...no matter who touches them.

Insomnia

My husband is an amazing sleeper. I'm serious. All the man has to do is lay down, put a black t-shirt over his eyes and he's gone. I've tried this. I lay down, put a black t-shirt over my eyes (sometimes he even shares his...so sweet, I know) and I feel like the world is caving in around me. There is no sleep for me. So, here I sit on another sleepless night. Those crazy nights where your mind doesn't stop thinking. I think my problem would be that I took a nap after the zoo...at 5:30. I knew it would be a bad idea, but I couldn't resist the urge.

So, as I was lying in bed next to my sound alseep husband (lucky!) I remembered that I forgot to post in remembrance of my experience 356 days ago. So, for your reading enjoyment here is my story that I typed the day it happened:

Now for the next chapter of, "It Could Only Happen to Angela".

So, it’s Spring Break, right? Right. I decided this lovely morning that I wanted to take a nice relaxing bubble bath and read Sense and Sensibility because it’s Spring Break and I’m allowed to do that. So, I shut the bathroom door and settle in for a nice, warm, bubbly bath. I then proceed to settle in to the sudsy glory and start reading chapter 3 when the silence is oh so suddenly broken. I hear a loud knock on the front door. I debate on what to do and decide that they will have to come back later since it probably wouldn’t be wise to answer the door in the condition that I was in. So, I continued to read and the knocking continued to get louder. The thought of, "Oh shoot, if it’s the maintenance guys they’re just gonna come right on in!" So I frantically try to think of the best possible solution to the problem. I decide to turn on the water again so they would realize that the bathroom door is closed and the water is running so obviously someone is in there. The next thing I know, my bathroom door goes flying open and an unknown man walks right in. Everything in me wanted to scream and yet nothing would come out. He quickly says, "Oh I’m sorry" and proceeds to exit. I was horrified, humiliated and downright mad. I continued to finish the bath (not reading anymore by the way as that mood had been completely ruined!) and made it down to the office to complain to my manager about the incident. She felt very bad. So, I also took the opportunity (seeing that this would be the prime time) to mention that my bathroom door lock also has never worked and I’ve asked a few times to have that fixed. What do you know, but the guy from earlier in the day was back up to my apartment within 30 minutes to fix the door. I didn’t look at him, but he apologized and then said, "If it makes you feel any better you probably scared me more than I scared you!" Number 1: Probably not. You weren’t the one in your birthday suit. Number 2: I shouldn’t have scared you because the bathroom door was shut and the bath water was running...what else do you expect to find when those 2 things are combined. and finally Number 3: You NEVER say to girl that you just saw in the nude that they scared you...doesn’t do much for the self-esteem...not that he should have said anything else because that would have been bad too...just apologize and then possibly let me have my dignity back and have a month of rent for free.

Random Happenings

So, we went down to Tucson this weekend for Doug's cousin's wedding. First of all, Tucson is awesome. They have real cactus. Like cactus that grows out of the ground wildly. It's really tall like trees or really short like me...and everything in between. It's also very pokey. Be very careful. I think climbing a cactus has the potential for being fun, if it wasn't pokey. They also have crazy wildlife, like mountain lions, gila monsters, rattlesnakes, tarantulas, and black widow spiders. Not cool.

Susie's wedding was beautiful. She was a beautiful bride. Doug and I didn't get any exciting drama in our wedding. Susie made up for it though. One of the groomsmen (7 in all!) passed out in the middle of Susie saying her vows. Don't worry, he was up right away. I was afraid he would have a nasty rug burn on his forehead though. The pastor took the opportunity to remind everyone not to lock their knees. Good advice for those of you out there who are getting married soon. They also took about 5 minutes to get the unity candle lit. Thanks to their persistence and to the pianists for "taking it from the top" a couple of times they got it lit. I'm pretty sure Austin who is an engineer had some brilliant way of getting that baby to light up.

They also had a swing dancing reception which upped their cool points about 276! It was a lot of fun. Doug and I hadn't done that for about a year, but we managed to wow his parents and his grandmother. I tripped a lot, but totally tried to play it off as really cool footwork. It might have worked.

We also got to stay with Doug's cousin Jon and his wife Amber. They have two kids, Ollie and Franklin. Ollie is 2 and Franklin is 7 months. Way cute. Me and Franklin were buds. He liked imitating my lips, which was rather humorous. I think he is the only person who has ever stared at my lips for 5 minutes straight.

Well, I'm off to the eye doctor tomorrow and the zoo with Linz, Jade, Erica, Grace, Tara, Claire, Aubrey, and whoever else is going! Hopefully they don't dilate my eyes. That would make the zoo not so cool.

"Hey, look at the hippo!"
"No, Angela, that's a gorilla!"

Bleh!

I was excited to write a post tonight, but alas after about a 14 hour workday I'm pooped. This is about all I can squeak out tonight.

Currently:

• Doug is out flying around our country...somewhere. He won't get home until about 12:30. I told him he could find me in bed, sleeping.

• I'm wearing a dress I bought for Doug's cousin's wedding on Saturday. Sad to say, I have bought it and now I'm really not feeling it! I hate that! Pretty sure there will be no time to exchange it since we fly out on Thursday afternoon. Drat. It's a fun swing dress (the reception is a swing dance reception), but I just don't know! Maybe it's because it's been a long day.

Alright, I'm gonna go crawl in bed and read all about the Duggers and their 19 bajillion children. I'm taking parenting notes, but not because I'm gonna have 19 children. I'm not having one for a long time either, so don't get those hopes up. I'll share more about this book in a later blog once I finish it!

Nighty-night!

And So It Begins

Alright, so I blogged back in college, but gave it up after a few years. I assume I was quite burned out. Who really knows?! But that is the past and I'm gonna give it a shot again! Actually Amanda, Lindsay and Jason have inspired me to do it again. Thanks guys!

I guess this will eventually let people keep up with Doug and I when we're off to our next assignment (and no, it hasn't been given to us yet!). In the meantime, I suppose I shall fill you in with the random happenings of life.

Currently:

• Doug is playing some computer game that blows people up. I believe this must be a guy thing. He keeps asking if I would like to play. I keep turning him down. I'll just listen to the gunshots in the background and say, "Good job, honey! You killed a bad guy!" What's a good wife for?! :-)
  
• I'm trying to decide which wedding pictures to order from our photographer from the wedding. I know, I know, it's been 2 1/2 months since the wedding! We get all of the pics in a proof book, but need to order ones we want to put on the wall or have for other things. Any suggestions would be great.

Well, here's to our blog. Cheers.