So, I've decided to start logging all the trips that I go on from now on. It occurred to me that trips are merging together and my memories isn't what it used to be, and what are we without out our memories? Inspired by Ben to keep and account of all our adventures, yet I am the absolute worst when it comes to keeping an actual physical journal. It always gets lost, aka I end up ripping out the pages in fear that some unsuspecting passerby will stumble across it a read my deepest darkest secrets! So I'll start now, here, for all to read.
3.18.11
I'm wring a day late, yesterday was St. Patricks Day. I don't celebrate it cause I really have no idea what it stands for. All I know is that a bunch of hoochies dress up in what little green they can find and go drink green beer until their inebriated little bodies can't handle it and they throw up green barf. We headed out to the city limits to Lost Lake to do a little BBQ with a bunch of friends. It wasn't far enough but it will hold me off until I can escape to the valley and the meadows, and rivers of where I actually belong. Ben dug the perfect bbq pit and we had ourselves some mighty fine steaks and bratwursts. Snuggled around the campfire while Dj's dog Chip kept watch. I love Australian Shepherds. Enjoyed the company, it was a good break away from the city. sorta.
In other news, I huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Finally told my parents I want to pursue my yoga teaching certification. Now that I think about it, I don't know why I was ever nervous to begin with, they've always been supportive of anything I choose to do. Especially during this time...
