Footsie

Yesterday I wore flip flops for the first time in over a year, at the request of Jacquelyn (my sister). I have Chacos and they're really comfy, so I usually just wear those.

Thusly, the sun has given my feet big Zs on them. Some people thing this is awesome, some think it is disgusting (Jacquelyn, for example). I am more or less indifferent. What do you think? Should I get rid of the stripes?

These are my feet (the ones on top) at their worst (or best).

so sad

Well guys, Ghana lost to the mighty Brazilians this morning. I'm not going to lie, I shed a few tears. For some reason I get really emotional when I watch sports. I'm famous for tearing up while watching SportsCenter. I know it's lame because it's usually just millionaire athletes doing their jobs, but this time it was Ghana, which is different. Well, I'm done embarrasing myself for the day.

Bread!

(this one's for you, aquasoft)

Picture this. It is 6am in Ghana. Naturally, I am asleep. Oh! But what is this shouting that awakens me? Why, it is the booming voice of the bread lady. She shouts:

"Bread!
Fresh buttah bread!
Sugah bread!
Brown bread!
Tea bread!"

Do I get some bread? Of course I do. Do I eat half a loaf and go back to bed? Yes, yes I do.

(i miss my homie!)

here i am

Judging by the smelly smell, I am back in Nooksack. Yup, Nooksack. Not much to do here, is there? Perhaps one of my friends who doesn't live too far away will give me a call and I won't be so bored anymore.



P.S.

Looks like Ghana beat up on the United States, doesn't it?

One More Thing.

Oh, did I forget to mention that Ghana freaking schooled the Czech Republic in World Cup soccer yesterday? Because that's exactly what happened. Now all they have to do is beat those danged Americanos.

Yesterday and the New Plan

I just decided to go to Wenatchee instead of going home. Mostly because cherries are in season and everybody knows that the best cherries in the world grow at my great grandma's orchard in Wenatchee.

This is not Wenatchee.

It's Seattle. You can tell because the Space Needle is there.

I had to say goodbye to my coolest friend, Gen, at 4:45 this morning. She's moving to Chicago to teach high school math. We hung out at Gasworks Park (where the picture above was taken) last night. The only real reason for hanging out there was because you can take lovely pictures at Gasworks Park. Unfortunately Gen doesn't do things on time, so we missed the sunset and good light. Then we didn't know what to do so we went back to Barbara and Gen's house. Fortunately, we are all such awesomely cool people that we freaking rocked every minute of our last hours together.

This is Gen and me. We're hugging because we love each other.


Good shot of Bobby.

Group shot. Crazy arms. I don't know why.

Just in case you aren't excited about camp yet...

...it's going to be fabulous.


(um. do you have a problem with me posting pictures of you on the internet?)

Marathoning

To demonstrate my fine athletic ability, I ran a half marathon last weekend. And now I feel like somebody beat on my legs with a bat. Maybe I will train better next time. Here's a picture of my friend Preston because he's amazing and he won the full marathon. Does anybody else think that a glass plate with a crab on it is a funny prize for a marathon winner?

And here's is our healthy post-race cool down. Yes, I'm wearing spandex.
Erin, me, Bobby.

Gen and me. Beat.

(Complicated)

Sees Cigars

Last night I recieved a really interesting gift. It was chocolate shaped and wrapped to look like a cigar. This gift awoke a range of emotions deep within my soul.

First of all, I was surprised that they even make that sort of thing. Another reason to love America.

Secondly, I was slightly disappointed because I initially thought that it was a fatty Cuban, but it was chocolate. Don't get me wrong, I love chocolate. But Cuban cigars are somewhat hard to come by. Another reason to hate America.

Finally, I was impressed with the giver of the gift. I am quite fond of both chocolate and cigars, so it was a very good choice.