this started out short, really

Everything you have heard about West Virginia is true.

I am a chronic chronicler- that is, my blogs are good at chronicling my various adventures but I don't devote much time or space to thoughtful writing. This has been the case with every single blog, journal and diary I have ever kept. I am thinking of changing this. I'll re-visit once I return to normal living and have some more time to think and be thoughtful and write well.

Did you know I was making a movie? Past tense. A documentary. About camp. If that were still happening, today is the day I'd begin filming staff training. This is sad and there is nothing you or I can do about it. Unless the Beber Camp board of directors happens to be reading; in which case I say, you kind of suck.

I made Chex muddy buddies today, or puppy chow, whatever you want to call it. It is yummy and so so addicting. It's like the crack of desserts. It's also fun and kind of easy to make- I think it'd be fun to make with my niece Anna. She would flip out (in a good way). I need to do that with her. Today's picture is of me and Anna when she was about 6 months old. Now she's almost 4. Wowzers those little tykes grow fast.

Two weeks from tomorrow and I fly to Michigan. Which reminds me, I need to call my Mom to see if she can pick me up at the airport (hi Mom!). Right after I find out when my flight gets in.

A couple things to add to my To Do When I Get to Chicago list:

See Wicked via the daily raffle (I will try a bunch of days if I have to)
See Ratatouille, the newest Pixar movie for which I am immeasurably excited

Also, I have done some more considering about what nice thing I can do for myself and come up with two interesting options- taking up painting and buying a Wii. A Wii is a purchase, yet also an experience. Thoughts, votes?

I cannot spend enough time singing the praises of the Residence Inn. I think my hotel room is larger and about 27 times nicer than the studio apartment I had for a hot second at 540 Briar- you remember, the cockroach-infested one? Shivers.

I might be kind of burned out on breast cancer, which sounds awful, but we hear these heavy stories every day and they are starting to sound the same- over and over there is a surprise diagnosis, treatment, no hair, remission, sometimes death or more cancer, and sometimes a gut-check and metamorphosis into activism and Racing for the Cure. It's like a two month loop of war stories. That said, all the stories have immense value and are recounted by unique and strong women who have fought something beastly and awful that I can't begin to contemplate.

A huge shoutout to Brett, who represents my international audience via Australia, for the cool comments. More of you should comment. Brett, I totally owe you an email but I have to ask- have you gotten into Battlestar Galactica yet? Because you would totally LOVE it. I took up Firefly because of you, therefore you must at least try BSG for me ;). When are we going to Montana?!

I miss my apartment. I miss you. Will you still be there when I get back?

(location: Columbia, South Carolina)