An Adventure Filled With Thanks

"Hey, wanna come to my cabin for New Years?"

Uh, of course?

"Here are the directions . . . Just follow them until you get to a gate, and then wait there. We'll come open the gate every hour on the hour, so just wait for us."

Unfortunately, the last direction said turn right on Causey Drive, which may or may not be a snow-covered, windey road that goes on forever until it finally comes to the gate of a BOY SCOUT CAMP which is definitely not where your friends cabin is hiding. Oh wait. It didn't say that last part. But it should have. Because that's the truth.

After we followed those directions (the ones that led us to the boy scout camp) we decided (more like Jeffro decided . . . never trust someone who drinks vegamilk multiple times) to walk past the gate up the road a little ways further to a cabin to ask directions. In the freezing cold. Perhaps the cold made common sense set in for Heidi and me, for after we had walked up the road a ways, we turned on Jeffro and decided her idea was crap; one we shouldn't follow anymore. Fortunately, Jeffro decided that that was her cue to become an incredibly pessimistic person and think of everything that could go wrong.

"London, did you lock your keys in the car?"

"Guys, what if we don't ever find Lancelot's cabin?"

"Oh my gosh what if a midget eskimo suddenly jumped out of the snow and broke into your car and started it and drove off so we were stranded here? Don't worry, I'd sacrifice myself so you guys wouldn't starve tonight."

Thank you, Jeffro, for those great words of encouragement.

But, despite Jeffro's disturbing predictions, we made it back to the car safely and started to backtrack. We came upon a turnoff and, notwithstanding the dire looking snow-covered road, decided to turn there. We drove for quite awhile, feeling very fortunate that my car had 4-wheel drive, until we came across some people on a four wheeler, who, we soon found out, were on their way to pick us up and take us to the cabin. Apparently the road was so covered in snow that we wouldn't have been able to make it to the gate.

Thank you, Stan, for those great directions that would have led to us being stuck in the snow had we not been intercepted by someone who knew what was going on.

Fortunately, just to add to this adventure, the next day we got back down to our car only to discover that it was dead. Evidently a light had been left on all night, running the battery down.

Thank you, skis of Dallin, for causing the light to be left on.

Vegamilk: Part 2

There shouldn't be a part two, should there? Jeffro should have had that taste of vegamilk ingrained so deeply in her mind that it wouldn't happen again. But it did. Twice more. Jeffro drank the expired milk. And not just a tiny sip either. No, she somehow managed to not notice that her milk was bad until after the third sip.

Am I the only one sensing a destructive pattern here?

Discovery of the Day

Just in case you were wondering, frozen hair feels like uncooked spaghetti.

Commando Week

Some of you may have read the title to this post and thought, "Commando Week? Ew. That sounds disgusting." And before this week, I would have as well. But, this week has been a learning experience. And I am here to tell you just what it is I learned:

Going without underwear is probably one of the most enjoyable things I've ever experienced.

Really.

I walked to school with a huge smile on my face every day. I randomly chuckled to myself throughout the day. My overall demeanor was a happy one. Because really, who doesn't love to have a secret? Who doesn't love to think, as childish as it is, "I know something that you don't, na na na na na na!"

Because guess what? No one but you knows whether you're wearing underwear or not.

I wish that someone had let me in on this secret quite some time ago, so here I am to tell you: buying underwear is a waste.

New Job

I think we're all in agreement that elevators are pretty much breeding grounds for awkward moments, right? Especially if you're with only one other person, a person who happens to be a complete stranger.

Most of society would agree that stepping onto an elevator with your new employee whom you've known for less than an hour and turning to them and saying "You don't wear very much make-up--that's what I like about you. Are you a hippie?" would be rather awkward and socially unacceptable, correct? Unfortunately, my new boss doesn't subscribe to this particular social custom and I was forced to reply to this statement. Fortunately, my favorite "Oh. Uh... Yeah" never fails me in these situations, and the awkwardness quickly passed.

Who's Behind Door Number One!

My friends. If you are ever in a public shower (with the curtain closed, mind you) and don't have any clothes on and you hear that phrase, you have two options of what to do.

1- Cover all your private parts very quickly

or

2- Prepare yourself for great embarrassment

For if you hear that phrase, an "unveiling" is eminent. However, if you are comfortable with this type of unveiling, disregard everything I just said and please remember that while you may be comfortable with your nakedness, many others may not be.

Vegamilk

I don't know if you've noticed, but these days, being all eco friendly is definitely the cool thing to do. Everything seems to be made of recycled materials, decomposable materials, and vegetables. But I'll bet you never thought that milk could be made more environmentally friendly, but as Jeffro and I discovered, it could.

(Conversation from this morning)

Jeffro: "Uh-oh . . . Today's the ninth, right?"

Me: "No, the tenth."

Jeffro: "Shiz. My milk says 'best by October eighth'. Think it's still ok?"

Me: "I dunno, taste it and see."

Jeffro: *Pours milk over cereal and takes a bite, contemplating whether or not it's ok*

Me: "So, how is it?"

Jeffro: *Takes another bite and chews slowly* "I... Can't tell. It doesn't taste sick, just sort of . . . Weird. Try it and tell me!"

Me: "Uh . . . No thanks."

Jeffro: *Takes another bite, still trying to decide if the milk is bad*

Me: "Dude, just taste it plain."

Jeffro: *Gets up and lifts the milk jug to her face.* "Oho it smells ishy!"

Me: "Well just taste it! Sometimes milk smells weird but tastes fine."

Jeffro: *Smelling* "Dude, I don't know. Please just smell this for me."

Me: *Sighing* "Fine dude." *Smelling* "Dude. This smells like vegetables."

Jeffro: *Takes a swig* "Oh my gosh the vegetables flavored my milk!"

Me: "Dude, is your milk made of vegetables?"

Jeffro: "Oh my gosh I just drank vegamilk! Who knew?"

Fortunately, after this conversation Jeffro dumped her milk down the drain, ending the life of the vegamilk.