heaven...i mean hebgen 2014

One month ago I was in Montana, wearing my swimming suit all day, eating hundreds of chocolate covered raisins, losing at Egyptian Ratscrew over and over and over, and doing nothing with my hair and makeup. Now I'm back in school holla atcha it's my last year boi gman wearing skirts everyday because I'm just fancy like that cue iggy azalea. but the edited version because this is a family friendly blog, eating nothing but cheese quesadillas, losing at Mario Kart over and over and over, and still doing nothing with my hair and makeup at least for today. praises.

I miss summer. It was a good one. Arguably the best I've had and i mean, who is actually going to argue with me on that? so...i guess it just was. cool. And while I was fortunate enough to take quite a few trips, there is always a special place for the annual Hebgen visit. So now I will remain true to character and shove upwards of 78 pictures in your face.

But in case you don't want to look at them, I'll just tell you what they are.
Lake
Lake
Skiing
Happy people
A smashed mosquito
Cute baby
My teeth
More skiing
More lake
Buffalo
The results of mono and giardia. aka very thin bodies
Skiing
A selfie. Just for good measure.

Lake
Lake
...Lake



Lake.

And people make fun of me for loving Montana so much. To them I say "Fine. You stay here."

Also, congratulations for scrolling so far. You can now check off "exercise" on your to do list. Because dang I bet your pointer finger is feeling it right now.

peace and poofy hair

love humidity so much

rrw

get in the zone.

A story:

A few days back my car read as "my parents car" in case they actually read this  died. The soul of the car sputtered in resignation and forfeited on the journey through life. It left me without vehicle for a space of time, but fortunately kind people take pity on those that are truly pitiful. Finally, after reaching a point of frustration due to my lack of mobility and post-pep talk from my dad, I obtained the necessary aid to remove the battery from my car. After assuring me that we didn't have to put the heart of my car into a cooler and jump on a helicopter in order to make it to the nearby hospital where Dr. McDreamy was waiting to transplant the organ into a needy patient whoa. what tanget did i just go on? we lugged that battery to the nearest Autozone. And then we lugged it to the second nearest Autozone because the first was useless to us.

I flexed my impressive muscles as I lifted the part onto the counter for the man to inspect oh wait. the guy i was with actually carried that unbelievably heavy cube for me. also, i do mean that he was to inspect my muscles, yes. and told the man, with a level of authority and pride previously unbeknownst to my being, why I was there and what I needed. The conversation went as follows:

"I bring you the heart of my car, which is in need of repair. My vehicle is of the Nissan make and the Versa model with a manual transmission. I trust you to find the absolutely best. Go forth and do not disappoint me." 

"oh. hey there. this is my battery and it stopped working so what do i do now? also do you have sink i could wash my hands in? and perhaps some lavender smelling lotion because i have some dirt on my pinky finger."

"Ah, as I examine the fine specimen before me I can see that the vehicle, and the vehicle's owner, are of the highest caliber. We are honored by their presence and will do everything within our power to supply such a noble pair with our most valiant battery replacements. In fact, we shall give it to you for free, in payment for your wonder. You do a service to the world for simply breathing and driving."

"HA! Look at that cute little battery. We for sure don't have anything that size. I'll probably mount that thing on a wall somehwere. Hahahaha what a joke. Oh, and that will be $130."

Moral of the story? Sneaky lives.

Second moral of all this? I always have more pictures.

Biking The Carriage Roads

Acadia National Park

The Beehive Hike

This was the first vacation since I was 18 that my sandals didn't join me.

RIP Merrels.

 

peace and cookie dough

i want a lifetime supply

rrw