Mountain Biking Southern California

We took a long time finding where the trail begins, but for Olivia and I, venturing out on our own in a new place with out any outside help, this was to be expected. Thankfully we did meet some people from a mountain biking club who showed us the start. However, because of all the confusion we did not get out early and were only able to ride down a dusty road, go about ten minutes on the actual single track trail, and then return up the dusty road. We vowed to come back the next weekend, which, I believe, we did with the company of Stephanie and Becky.

Tomahawk Chopping Whilst They Dodge

I watched the Braves mutilate the Dodgers last night with other post Southerners, including my sister and brother-in-law.

Other good 4th of Julys

SAU: sitting on the top of the Ad building with Stella and friends. Then we got kicked off the roof and watched the fireworks from the sidewalk.

Camping by a river in Montana while working for Camp MiVoden...I think.

Camping on the beach in Maine while working at Camp Winnekeag. Strangers came and set off fireworks right beside us. We watched from our sleeping bags.

Spain: probably the most patriotic 4th I've ever had. We sang the national anthem probably five times, played American football, had a special "Americany" supper...wow

A Woman Without a Palmaris Longus

I am among the 14 percent of people that do not have a palmaris longus tendon. It's the thing that should pop out of your wrist if you put your thumb and pinkie finger together.

Similar to being a part of the palmaris longus missing minority, I am also part of the small group of humanities graduates in PT school--apparently I am not a total freak. Already I have met a fellow Spanish grad who also went to Argentina, a gal who has a French degree and almost a photography masters degree, and another chica who has a masters in journalism and has taught English.

Not everyone has or does the "typical" thing. I think that's just fine.