Is it any surprise I'm not particularly fond of anything happening before the sun has even bothered to get up? Or that I hate all things snot related? Why, just the other night, while brushing my teeth, I spit into the sink. The consistency of my spit was very mucus-like which caused me to start gagging. I gagged so hard I ended up puking my dinner into the sink. Ever tried picking regurgitated lettuce out of your sink stopper? I did not enjoy it.
So yeah, Dawn. At least they didn't name me snot.
I'm getting off track again. Carrie over at The Slow-Dripped Life has asked question #3 for her amazing give-away. When I decided to participate in this, I failed to think it through. I post maybe once or twice a month, when I'm feeling motivated. Her contest requires that I answer a question she posts every week for, what is it, 8 weeks? Holy crap. This just may be my undoing. I struggle just trying to keep up with my favorite blogs, never mind actually post something of my own. *sigh* I'm already tired. Nevertheless, this week she asked "Where do you find yourself most centered, most connected to life and your most true self?"
Erik and I go camping. A lot. Last month he took me to the Grand Canyon for the second time. I was a little hesitant considering what we came home to last Labor Day at the Grand Canyon. Our home had been burglarized while we were away. They busted in the doggy door and cleaned us out. All of Erik's photography equipment and scanner. Every last piece of jewelry I owned, including a silver cuff bracelet from my Gram who had recently passed away. They stole my half used Victoria's Secret lotion (really? It's only $9. Get your own) but by far the most heinous offense? They stole Erik's very favorite beer right out of the fridge. What kind of monsters steal your BEER? I'll tell you what kind. The stupid kind. They left Erik's road bike ($4,500) and my laptop that's less than a year old. See? Stupid.
Even more stupid? Going for a hike in jeans, wool socks and a long sleeve shirt.
|Yeah, that's boob sweat. And I'm pretty happy about it.|
And while I think hanging out on the precipice of a crumbly rock with bumbling tourists stumbling around behind you is also incredibly stupid, it did make for some amazing photos.
|I'm not biased, he's just that good.|
My problems are put back into perspective, my shoulders relax back to their intended position, and my sighs become sighs of contentment rather than frustration.
|Not the Grand Canyon. Obviously. One of his trips to Monument Valley.|