Holy cats. It’s as hot as the dickens outside in Provo today. Pardon my sputtering of minced oath, but “jeepers mister, it’s hot out” wasn’t cutting it for me. Hannah Montana. Ahem. In addition, I forgot that I am a pansy. But really, I step outside and perspire from pores I never knew existed that I […]
There are times in life when “I don’t even know what just happened” doesn’t quite cover it. But, the case could be made for just about every hopeful twenty-something’s decade of living the what-in-the-name-of-Sam-Hill-am-I-doing-with-my-life syndrome. But I will miss my mark in a thousand ways to get to someplace better and more unique than I could have imagined.
And then you look at yourself, back to her flawlessness, back at yourself and reflect. Oh. My. Did I just say that and think it would be funny? Or did I just say that because I have an honest appreciation for the allies of America’s independence movement?
Alrighty. Sorry about being so quiet (a conundrum itself) last week. Last week’s big zinger was on cats. Now, don’t get me wrong, I like cats but, let me repeat: last week my big zinger was on cats. I bet you were falling over in your chairs as I waxed poetic on feisty little mousers.
A little scare on my morning run.
What do the UK, Italy, Turkey, Canada, the US, and Japan have in common?
The all-American, coming-of-age, preferred method of travel…those who embark on these journeys and don’t wish to end them at the wrath of the Green Destiny, need only follow a simple code of road trip etiquette.