Today is a good day in disguise.

Thank goodness I keep a blog. It reminds me that no matter how bad any particular day seems, it's really a good day in disguise. Mainly because I can blog about it later, pepper a little humor in there and WAHLA. I can look back on the misery and laugh about how ridiculous it all seems in hindsight.

Speaking of ridiculousness. This capture pictures the absurdity that has become my life. Yes, that is me playing Star Wars on my clarinet in front of my class while giving a talk on the joy of Twitter.

If you're wondering how that makes sense. It doesn't.

Turning Garbage Into Gold

Last night as my mom gave me a hug and welcomed me back home, she immediately jumped into talking about a quick and "easy" errand she needed me to do for her in the morning. Of course I was skeptical. My mom's errands are never easy. And after I heard the premise of this one, I was positive that it wasn't going to be a walk in the park. In fact, it got more complicated as small details were added in as I questioned the task. The request rolled out something like this:

Mom: Katie, would you mind exchanging this garbage disposal for me tomorrow?
Me: Exchanging it? Exchanging it for what?
Mom: Well there are two models that I'm interested in. [At this point, she hands me two different garbage disposal spec sheets]
Me: Which one am I supposed to get?
Mom: I'd really like this one [now marking a number 1 on the top spec sheet], but if they don't have that one I want this one [marking it with a big number 2]
Me: OK, so is there a price difference or is this going to be an even exchange?
Mom: There is probably going to be a price difference.
Me: So do you want me to just pay the difference or do you need to know the cost?
Mom: I want to know the cost. Just call me at work when you get there.
Me: But you can't take calls at work.
Mom: I'll answer my phone.
Me: OK.
Mom: Make sure you ask for Abdesh or Caroline when you get there.
Me: What if they're not there?
Mom: They should be there.
Me: OK.

So as you can see, this was no longer just an easy exchange. I now had to search down people, confirm costs, and navigate my way among different models of garbage disposals. Of course, as anticipated, when I arrived at the kitchen store this afternoon to endure the pain that comes with any "easy" errand, I encountered several barriers. The first being that Abdesh was nowhere to be found. My mom wasn't answering her cell phone. And then Caroline sent me to some back room to deal with a woman who had no idea what I was talking about. After feeling like the gig was up, I made my way toward the door and low an behold, Abdesh appeared! He flashed me a smile and led me to his desk. We talked about garbage disposals, but that only got us so far, so I changed the subject to running. I noticed that he had a Marine Corps Marathon certificate on his wall and I was looking for some helpful hints. Apparently I came to the right place because Abdesh is a firm believer in the transformational power of running. We had a good 20 minute conversation about that before even sorting out the garbage disposal debacle.

Tomorrow I'm making another trip out to the kitchen store because Abdesh is lending me a movie about marathon running. I should thank my mother more often for sending me out on her wild goose chases. Sometimes you find the things you're looking for in the most unlikely places.

The End of the Road: Day 11

12:50PM
I'm sitting in seat 25F on United flight 873 headed home to Dulles. After barely sleeping last night, despite the luxury of being on a bed rather than on the ground in a sleeping bag, I awoke this morning at 6:30AM without an alarm. (I have a feeling that the combination of the time zone changes and the generally strange sleep schedule that comes with camping is going to make it hard to adjust back to normal East Coast living.) I think the main reason for my restlessness last night was the fear that our car would get broken into and somehow force me to miss my flight this morning. The fact that I'm a nervous traveler always complicates matters. But unlike many of my unfounded/irrational fears, this one was brought on by: A) John telling us we parked about two blocks from the San Francisco ghetto B) John insisting that we take everything out of the car unless it was able to fit in the trunk and finally C) John telling us about his roommate's car that got broken into on their first night sleeping in their house. So essentially my fear was brought on by John.

After hearing all that, of course I spent the entire night sleeping like a mother, keeping one ear open for her child. The only difference being that my child was a silver Jetta with Virginia vanity plates spelling out CHAPES. I felt for sure my baby would stand out as a prime target for crime, but luckily she survived the night unscathed!

This morning, we quickly repacked the car since we had hastily shoved everything in the trunk the night before. After saying our goodbyes to Mark, we were off! And then there were two.

Victoria got us to the airport in a jiffy and before I knew it, Tyler was gone and I had a few hours to kill roaming around the San Francisco airport. I discovered the San Francisco Soup Company near my gate, which was a pleasant surprise since I had been craving a sourdough bread bowl after seeing everyone and their mom eating them down at the Fisherman's Wharf yesterday.

After a nice solitary lunch, I loaded up on snacks for my 5 hour flight. Not that I really needed all of these snacks, but the arrival time of my flight being 9:15PM and the non-existence of an operating kitchen at my final destination made food seem like an important carry-on item. And now that I'm trapped on the plane, I'm feeling no buyer's remorse.

Although, I did just finish a book Mark let me borrow entitled, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, while eating my bite sized Chips Ahoy cookies and I did feel a little guilty. During my 10 day trip, I only manage to sneak in one little 5 mile run. I'm hoping I'll be able to get back on track when I get home. I've been itching to wear my super cool fuel belt since the moment I left it looking sad and lonely on my bed at home. It's hard to believe that in just a few hours we'll be reunited.

Oh and I guess it will be nice to see my friends and family too. I've missed them. Almost as much as I've missed my fuel belt.

Almost.

The Great American Road Trip: Day 10

7:16AM
My last night of sleeping in the tent is officially over. We are currently driving to our final destination on this west-bound trip: San Francisco. Tomorrow morning Tyler will drop me off at the airport for my flight back to NOVA and then he'll continue on the next leg of his trip: 7 nights of east-bound soul searching. Mark will stay behind in San Fran (Also known as Frisco as we learned from the grocery store clerk yesterday. When Tyler told her we were going to San Francisco, she replied, "Oh you'll love it. I was up in Frisco last week." To which Tyler replied, "Oh really? Where is that?") to start his internship.

I'm excited to see San Francisco, but I really wish I could shower first and meet the city looking a little more presentable. I was planning on taking one last night, but it was so cold out that I couldn't bear the thought of even removing one layer. So here I am, frizzy hair and dirty feet, headed to the Golden Gate Bridge. I'm hoping Photoshop can work its wonders on my pictures.

8:20PM
I'm sitting in Mark's friend John's apartment in San Francisco. Mark's friend John has kindly offered up his roommate Sam's bed for me to sleep on since Sam is currently in Alaska. So right now I'm sitting on Mark's friend John's roommate Sam's bed. Got all that?

Anyway, our day in San Francisco was action packed. We started off at the Golden Gate Park area and then walked along the bay, which also happened to be the mecca of all San Francisco dog owners as well as the go-to exercise locale (probably because it seemed to be the least hilly area of the city).

The one thing that really surprised me most about Frisco (that's right, I'm using the Cali lingo) was how cold it is! Today I was wearing a sweatshirt, fleece, and wind breaker jacket and could have benefited from another layer or two. I think due to that fact alone, San Fran might be crossed off the list of my potential future residences. But other than that, San Fran is actually a pretty cool city that is definitely full of character. We took a tour around the city on an old cable car and ventured up all the hills and around the neighborhoods. That old car even managed to take us over the Golden Gate Bridge! I think my favorite part of the city (other than the dog park) is all the quirky houses. It sort of reminded me of the Fan in Richmond, but more colorful and on unreal hills. I can barely parallel park on a flat street, so parking here would essentially be impossible. Yet another barrier standing between me and Frisco.

After our cable car tour, we wondered around the Fisherman's Wharf and hung out by Pier 39. By the time we had exhausted all touristy activities and made it to John's apartment, we had definitely worked up an appetite. So John, Mark, Tyler, Me, and Sam's dog Rhonan (Remember Sam is Mark's friend John's roommate whose bed I am currently sitting on) walked about 10 blocks to Haight Street, which as I soon learned is Hippie central. I'll just say that Marijuana doesn't appear to be illegal here. But among the mass amounts of drug paraphernalia, there were actually some pretty tasty looking restaurants. We ate at one called the Squat 'N' Gobble that served some delicious crepes. It definitely hit the spot after all the campfire cooking...

When we got back to John's house, I promptly asked to use his shower. I was counting in my head on the walk back and figured out that I had taken a total of 3 showers on this trip. I've never felt so gross in my entire life. My hair was just one big knot at this point, and I could have sworn I was just going to have to cut it all off. But luckily, after a nice LONG shower, I think I've managed to scrub off at least the first layer of dirt and my hair is on the road to recovery! I figure I'll be back to normal in about a week. I fly home tomorrow and if all goes smoothly, I'll be sleeping like a baby in my own bed tomorrow night with all the comforts a house with no furniture on the first floor can offer. Compared to this trip, the garage cafe (the affectionate name we've given our makeshift kitchen that is now located where my dad used to park his car) is going to seem pretty classy.

I can't wait.

The Great American Road Trip: Day 9

10:30AM
We're driving up the coastline this morning and it is absolutely beautiful. Wildflowers and waves, what more could a girl ask for? I'm also pretty sure I saw some seals sunning themselves on a rock, but no one else in the car would believe me.

The other thing plentiful on scenic highway 1 is cyclists. I've never seen so many bikes. Where are they all coming from? It makes me feel like we're driving alongside the Tour de France... and winning by a landslide!

But enough of this positive talk, the negative Nancy in me has been dying to write about how ungodly curvy this road is. They forgot to mention that part in the guide book. I could use an airplane bag right about now.

Too queasy to write

any

more

words.

4:19PM
So I survived the crazy curves of Highway 1 and was even brave enough to drive a stretch of the road myself! We located our campsite in Monterey after stopping at a Motel 6 for directions. (I'd grown tired of making u-turns at that point and was in no mood for "winging it." Anyway, our campsite is actually on a legit Mazda Raceway. It's called Laguna Seca and it has plots with gorgeous scenic views of rolling hills on one side and then views of the race track on the other. I have a feeling I'm going to be surrounded by an interesting crowd this evening.

After settling in at the campsite, Tyler was antsy to get out and DO SOMETHING! I think his favorite line on this trip has been, "You don't want to just sit around the campsite, do you?" So since rest and relaxation were not on the agenda, we ventured out to Pebble Beach. Of course, immediately upon paying our $9.25 entrance fee, we looked out of place in what we decided is the swanky part of town. However, our grungy appearance didn't stop Tyler from getting out and exploring the golf course. We finally located the 18th hole, sweatpants and all, and I pretended to understand the reverence with which Tyler was treating that moment.

While I'll probably never get very excited about a golf course, I definitely wouldn't mind residing on Pebble Beach. The multi-million dollar homes and ocean views were enough to keep me content as we drove down "17-mile Drive." I have to wonder--Who lives here? And do they have a nice, dashing, preferably 23 year old grandson they could set me up with?

The Great American Road Trip: Day 8

6:15AM
Today is a new day! We've just set out from Joshua Tree and we are headed to Jalama Beach. Nothing too exciting has happened yet other than Peter Rabbit himself watching us pack up the tent this morning. The rabbits in Joshua Tree are surprisingly cute with their big ears sticking up and their fluffy white tails.

Oh, an important point I forgot to mention, our beloved GPS woman has changed her name from Melanie to Victoria. Somewhere in Texas, Tyler decided she should have a British accent and the name Melanie just didn't seem to fit anymore. I'm just happy to have another girl in the car with all this testosterone.

6:52AM
We must be in the land of wind turbines. They are everywhere. Note to self: Look up how wind turbines generate energy so the next time I'm driving in a car and see them I have something more intelligent to say than, "Ooo pretty pinwheels!"

5:56PM
I'm currently sitting in what I've deemed to be the safest location on our current campsite--the car. but let me start from the beginning. Today we drove through Southern Cali, through LA and up the coast. While I didn't see a while lot through the haze, I got good vibes that make me think I'll end up living somewhere in CA at some point. The palm tree cell phone towers were the real selling point for me.

Anyway, after a few hours in LA traffic and then through winding roads, we finally arrived at our camping destination: Jalama Beach. We were immediately greeted with a sign that said "Campground Full." Since you can't make reservations, we were banking on pure luck. After reading the sign, we decided to resort to plan B- begging. As we pulled up to the gate, Tyler prepared to tug on the heart strings of the woman behind the glass. Tyler did his best and said to the woman, "Is there ANY way we can camp here tonight? Please? We came all the way from VIRGINIA!" Her response, "Campground's full. It's been full since Wednesday." However, somewhere deep down, the woman had a soft spot for us Virginians so far from home and she gave us a free 90 minute pass to park near the beach. So we decided to hang out and eat lunch at the beach--during which time I made an effort to not freak out about not having a place to sleep tonight.

The beach was beautiful and judging from Tyler's goosebumps after his quick dip in the ocean, the water was frigid. After our nice 90 minute break, we talked to the guard on duty at the gate, who gave us uplifting news: all campsites within 250 miles were all full. However, he did give us one small sliver of hope to cling to when he mentioned a city park nearby that might have a few sites open. Might.

Hoping that our luck would kick in, we followed his vague directions and made it to the River City campground in Lompoc, CA. After thankfully finding an open site, we set up our tent... and that's when Tyler pointed out the mouse's tail sticking out from one of the holes on our site. After surveying the area and realizing our plot was covered a hundred similar looking holes, I realized there was no way I will be getting any sleep tonight.

This fear growing inside me was exacerbated by our campsite neighbor who saw me freaking out about the mouse and came over to visit and tell me about the 7 ft snakes that are prevalent on the campsites as well as several other rodents that I've tried to block out. She assured me that they won't come in our tent and that they are much more afraid of me than I am of them. To which I agreed to disagree.

The Great American Road Trip: Day 7

7:45AM
We're off to a little later start than usual this morning after discovering that Mark's garment bag with all of his dress clothes for his job this summer is missing. After mentally retracing our steps, we figure it's either at a gas station or a rest stop in Arizona. Or a trucker found it and is looking rather sharp this morning. The probability of recovery seems low.

Needless to say, Mark is not in a good mood, but I guess I can't blame him. The car has been completely silent for the past half hour and I don't think Tyler and I are brave enough to break it. This could be a long drive.

We are headed to Wickenburg, AZ for a quick visit with Grandpa Chuck, Grams Helena, and my Aunt Sara. Then we are off to Joshua Tree for our first night in California baby!

9:19AM
Mark just finished calling all the gas stations and no leads. But on a brighter note, I just talked to Grandpa Chuck and I couldn't be happier to go visit them! This group needs a little grandparent cheer right about now. My favorite part of our five minute phone conversation was when he was giving me directions to Route 60 and asked me if I was familiar with mile markers- those green signs with numbers on them. I love grandparents.

6:37PM
I'm in a bad mood, so I'm hesitant to even write, but I don't want to leave out the highlights of the worst day of our trip thus far. The high point was definitely visiting Grandpa Chuck, Grams Helena, and Sara! We met Grandpa Chuck at his spacious house and got the tour before we headed off to meet the girls at a little Mexican restaurant for lunch. Yes, that was probably the first and only restaurant we'll stop at for the rest of the trip. After our nice, but brief, lunch we headed out towards Southern California.

The real bad mood set in upon entering Joshua Tree Park, where we are camping for the night. The park office was closed and our map really doesn't give a detailed overview of the park, so we drove blindly into the desert on a road with barely any cars for about a half hour before I put the car in park in the middle of the road, frustrated. I got out and let Mark take over. He drove about 45 minutes further into the desert and as I watched the gas gauge empty, I grew sick to my stomach. Right before I hit full on panic mode, we pulled up to a park exit sigh and into a small town that had a gas station. I've never been more happy to see a gas pump in my entire life! Unfortunately, there was still a lot of bad energy in the car. I was frustrated with the desert. Mark was still frustrated about his lost clothing. And Tyler was frustrated with Mark and my frustration. But Tyler got behind the wheel and managed to finally land us at the Indian Cove campsite in Joshua Tree.

Tyler and Mark have already set out on a walk to explore the area. I decided to stay in the tent and sulk. Everybody can use a good sulking now and again. Additionally my legs hate me thanks to the 9.2 mile joyride I took them on yesterday. OK before negative Nancy writes a novel, I'd better put the pen down for today and hope for a cheerier disposition tomorrow.

9:00PM
After a little brooding, I gave Joshua Tree a chance and left the tent. It is actually beautiful here. I've never seen such amazing rock formations. My biggest complaint now is that campsites in the Mojave desert apparently don't get water. My fear of dehydration has led me to make the gross decision not to brush my teeth. I feel them rotting already. I hope my friends still love me with a gummy smile.

The Great American Road Trip: Day 6

6:30PM
What an amazing/exhausting/terrifying/challenging day! Today we woke up around 4:45AM, not realizing that we had gained another hour with the time change after entering Arizona. (I've never had so little sense of time or day in my entire life...) Anyway, we packed our bags with lots of water, PB&Js (lunch of champions) and as many granola bars as I typically eat in a week at home... and headed off to the Bright Angel Trail that goes down into the Grand Canyon.

I will admit during the initial descent into the canyon I was pretty terrified considering I was wearing my traction-less New Balance sneakers and sliding all over the place. I swear one wrong step and you go hurdling 300 ft down the cliff. Yesterday I saw a sign posted that says not many people fall over the edge of the trail, but those that do- die. They sure know how to ease my fears here at the Grand Canyon. But since I've been initiated as a "bro" on this boys only trip, I didn't really have the option of backing down. And of course, Tyler and Mark wanted to go on the 9.2 mile hike rather than a nice yet challenging 6 mile hike.

So we were walking down into the depths of the Grand Canyon, some of the most beautiful views a girl could ask for and my eyes were glued to the dirk path. And let me tell you there was a lot of dirt. By the end of the hike I looked like I had a bad Lindsay Lohan spray on tan. It was not attractive.

Back to our hike: It took us 3 hours to get down to the Indian Garden level (the second furthest stop on the trail). And while the recommended time allotment to climb back up was twice the amount of time it took you to go down... we made it back up in 3.5 hours. The driving force behind our fast climb was Tyler. He was a speed racer who barely broke a sweat.

His climb approach was more of a sprint and stop approach, while the rest of the climbers seemed to go with the slow and steady approach. We were in competition with this one guy for the last 3 miles of the climb. We would race ahead of him and then while we were catching our breather sitting on some rocks, he would slowly make his way past us. It went on like that for awhile and he continued to come like clockwork, but in the end- we beat him. I think Aesop may need to amend his fable. The hare totally would have won that race in real life.

While I don't have the time to elaborate on this part of the story, I'll just quickly mention that Mark almost didn't make it out of the canyon. His leg started cramping up on the upward climb just as I finished the last sip of my Gatorade, which would probably have done the trick. By the time we had 1.5 miles left to climb, he couldn't bend his leg. It was painful to watch. And after being yelled at for trying to help, Tyler and I trudged on in silence. Tyler sprinted off ahead, while I watched with baited breath as Mark teeter near the edge of the trail.

Thank god we were able to laugh about this later.

The Great American Road Trip: Day 5

6:30AM
Thank goodness we are leaving this creepy land of isolation. But I will say that despite my disdain for this place, I slept like a baby last night. However, I think that may have been more of a result of having the tent all to myself, rather than having anything to do with the geography. How did I get a princess tent all to myself you ask? Well, luckily part of the whole "roughing it" scheme the boys are taking part in includes sleeping outside under the stars. Which actually sounds quite nice until you think about all the critters that could pay you a visit in the night. Tyler was chatting it up with the one lone couple staying in an RV near us and they mentioned to be careful of bears, scorpions, and--wait for it--TARANTULAS! After hearing that, you could have paid me to sleep outside! But anyway, they seemed to enjoy it and we all awoke in good spirits. Now we are off to the Grand Canyon and Melanie's sweet voice is gracing my ears. I really missed her yesterday.

9:23AM
We just stopped in Albuquerque and let's just say it wasn't quite my scene. Tyler went in with high hopes of Albuquerque being his dream locale. However after driving through, I think he downgraded it from great to good.

During our brief stop, we headed to a Starbucks. I know that doesn't sound like "roughing it" to me either, but Mark needed to check his email. I guess it has become near impossible to put the real world on hold for more than a few days.

Anyway, the Starbucks crowd was quite interesting. The word of choice was "dude." Imagine bikers and women with their hair down to their butts. I sat outside at a table just reading my book, wondering if I could ever fit in in Albuquerque. It would probably take a few years to grow my hair out, but I'm sure with a little effort I could incorporate "dude" into my vocabulary. You never know, a little Albuquerque might do me good.

10:38AM
We are on the historic Route 66. I was just informed that without this road The Grapes of Wrath would not exist. Sadly, I think my life would be better off without Steinbeck's torturous novel. I remember when that book was assigned for summer reading. The pages just seemed to go on forever. The feeling of reading that book is rushing back now as we drive along seemingly endless Route 66.

I guess now would be a good time to mention that I listened to a voice mail from my mother in which she said, "Hey Katie. Just wanted to call and get an attitude check. I hope it's positive."

9:08PM
We made it safely to the Grand Canyon and seeing if for the first time was unreal. There's just canyon as far as the eye can see. However, just looking out over the edge reminded me that I have a minor fear of heights. Not to mention, it was so windy at the lookout point that I thought I might blow right over the edge.

I also had the pleasure of seeing a beautiful sunset over the canyon. However walking back from the lookout point, I got my first camping injury. Mark and I were walking back on the side of the road--me wearing proper footwear and him wearing flip-flops. And of course it is me who slips on the gravel and goes down scraping up my leg pretty nicely. Battle scars to prove that I too can "rough it."

Anyway, I need a good night's rest. Apparently we are going on some 6-12 mile hike tomorrow...

Will I survive?

The Great American Road Trip: Day 4

7:12AM
Goodbye Quartz Mountain! We're on the road again after a somewhat restless sleep. It was one of those nights where I felt like I was awake the entire time just waiting for the sun to come up. And I think we were sleeping on a very noticeable hill, so I kept sliding downwards and had to re-maneuver my position every five minutes.

So today's destination is good ole' New Mexico. Thankfully I talked the boys out of going out of our way to visit some UFO museum, however we are driving without the GPS lady. And without Melanie, these two really could be headed anywhere. They love to tell me they're "winging it." In fact, just as I wrote that last sentence, we had to make a u-turn because we were headed north and not south according to the sun.

Melanie has been replaced by the sun.

Great.

8:22AM
"Women." That is the response I get to my pleas for Tyler to slow down. Excuse me if driving over 100 miles per hour scares the hell out of me. We are on some random road in Oklahoma that may or may not lead to 40 West. I'm going to die out here in farm land in the middle of nowhere. This very well could be my last entry. Tell my mom and dad that I love them very much.

8:53AM
Welcome to Texas. Drive friendly- the Texas way.

We are in Texas and I am still alive. Yee haw!

2:28PM
What a beautiful afternoon! Sunny skies all around. Today we made a stop at Palo Duro, which was a state park in Texas with an amazing canyon, which I drove down into! That's right, me, the person afraid of driving steered that Jetta down into a canyon! Once we were down in there, we made PB&Js for lunch to fuel up for our afternoon hike. We followed the Sunflower Trail (on which we saw no sunflowers...) on a nice two mile hike through the canyon. We saw lots of lizards, but to the boys' dismay, no snakes. We also saw an endless supply of teenagers, who must have been let loose from some unchaperoned field trip. They were everywhere and they were annoying. I hope I didn't sound that annoying at that age, but I'm quite sure I did. I feel like that's a sign of getting older when you start to lose touch with your youth and notice the immaturity of those around you.

Wow, I'm 23 and I already sound like a bitter old woman.

3:40PM
Welcome to New Mexico. The State of Enchantment.

6:37PM
I actually have no clue what time it is here, but I've decided 6:37PM is a good estimate. We are currently in the desert of New Mexico at a place called Santa Rosa. It is almost completely deserted here, and I can see why. It's hot and barren--the kind of place where all you can think about is drinking water. My mouth feels dry and I just drank a whole bottle about 10 minutes ago.

When we first got here, we optimistically put on our bathing suits and set off for a lake we saw off in the distance. We took the "Shoreline Trail" thinking it would lead us there. However after a mile of meandering through rocky desert, the lake continued to look miles away. Eventually we just decided that it was a mirage and turned back for the campsite.

I am still wearing my bathing suit and it is starting to depress me. This whole campsite is starting to depress me. I'm not a fan of this intense solitude. Being left alone with just your thoughts is kind of scary. I can understand why Tom Hanks befriended a volleyball.

Maybe I'll make friends with a cactus.

The Great American Road Trip: Day 3

7:00AM
Departing our Arkansas campsite, headed for Southwestern Oklahoma! I actually enjoyed our brief Arkansas home. I slept surprisingly well last night. I think the secret is the colder temperature. I love a cozy sleeping bag in the frigid air. I also found the best and most strategic sleeping spot in the ten: the middle. (Except when it rains because of the leak in the roof that drips dead center...) But here was my logic: I'm sleeping in a tent with two snorers and two rollers. If I put them both on the outside, they'd naturally roll away from me and their snoring would balance itself out.

I was mostly right...about the rolling anyway. I don't think there's a solution to the snoring, other than trying to beat them to sleep, but they both seem to fall asleep within minutes after the tent chatter dies down. For all I know, I could snore too, so I won't complain.

As we are driving right now, I figured out why it is that I love the morning drive so much--the music. Morning time seems to be the only hours of the day when the music is played at a reasonable volume. A time to let my ears recover from the blasts of the previous day. Although yesterday when I was driving with some rap song blasting and the windows down in South Memphis, I did feel pretty baller.

9:12AM
Welcome to Oklahoma. Discover the excellence. Entering Cherokee Nation.

1:02PM
It's been quite an Oklahoma day, starting with a mid-morning stop at a casino right off the main road. Unfortunately we were kicked out soon after entering. I'm not sure how old you have to be to gamble in Oklahoma, but we apparently didn't look that age. The fact that Tyler and I left our IDs in the car probably didn't help.

Next stop--Oklahoma State Capitol building. We enjoyed my delicious sandwiches on a picnic bench out front of the pretty, yet seemingly deserted park out front. Then we managed to navigate to the Oklahoma City Memorial where the Oklahoma City Bombing took place. It was a beautiful memorial with two large gates flanking a big reflecting pool.

Now were' back on the road. (Enrique Iglesias is playing up front. Interesting choice coming from these two. I'm continually surprised.)

9:04PM
Today was amazing. Our campsite is at Quartz Mountain, so immediately upon arrival we grabbed water bottles and head out for a hike! The problem was the "trail" we took didn't exist after 5 feet, so here we are climbing large boulders, just headed in the direction of up. Of course I was freaking out the whole way thinking I was going to either die or be eaten by a rattle snake. However, my biggest injury turned out to be a cactus spike to the finger. The scariest part of the whole adventure turned out to be coming down the mountain. It seemed a whole lot steeper upon our descent, and I pretty much crab walked my way down the entire thing.

After a celebratory walk back to our tent, during which I've never been happier to be alive, we met our campsite neighbors. In the friendliest of chatter, they informed us that our car was about to be towed if we didn't find the ranger and tell her we were planning on camping here tonight... oops! After taking care of those arrangements, we set out for a swim.

Nothing like a brisk dip in the lake! Alright its likes out time in Oklahoma. Sooner to bed, sooner to rise.

The Great American Road Trip: Day 2

7:02AM
On the road again! Destination: Arkansas. Last night was pretty uneventful. No bears! Woo! My biggest problem was that our campsite was slightly titled downwards so the entire night I was squished against the edge of the wet tent. But in the grand scheme of things, waking up with a soggy sleeping bag isn't as bad as getting eaten by a bear in the middle of the night, so all in all I'd say it was a good night.

1:15PM
We just stopped at Graceland after following the GPS woman blindly through Memphis. But alas, she brought us upon this great American tourist trap. We paid $10 to park and then realized it would cost another $26 to take the tour of his mansion across the street. Instead of getting sucked into another ploy to take our money, we decided to run across the four lanes that stood between us and the king. We made it across and gazed over the wall surrounding his estate covered in Elvis graffiti. While I couldn't see much, I did spot two horses grazing in the yard. I may have just seen the very descendants of Elvis' own horses. Amazing.

1:37PM
Welcome to Arkansas. The Natural State.

Just crossed the Mississippi River! I was also just named MVD (Most Valuable Driver) for the day for my long haul across Tennessee.

2:42 PM
I just woke up from a nice little nap. Except when I opened my eyes, we were at an old gas station in the middle of nowhere, with a large truck that looked like it may have exploded and was still smoking. However, the police car and old time fire engine just stood there watching the whole scene. Despite this somewhere disturbing awakening, it was nice to stretch my legs and treat myself to my first DDP (Diet Dr. Pepper) of the trip. They can rough it as much as they want, but they can't keep me from my beloved DDP.

3:34PM
They just turned off the GPS lady up front. I've been informed that we are just going to "wing it" in search of Central High School. Apparently it was a school that was historically significant because of the Little Rock 9. The governor wouldn't allow them to go in so Eisenhower had the 101st Airborn Division escort them into the school. So I guess I'm about to see an important site in the Civil Rights Movement. Who knew this trip would involve some learning?

4:15PM
Just got back in the car after poking around Central High School. It was actually a pretty cool stop--made Graceland seem pretty trivial. And we even managed to find it without the GPS lady. I guess this is how road trips were done before technology came along. But don't worry, as soon as we got back on the road her comforting voice came back into our lives.

I just asked Tyler if he had a name for his GPS lady. His response, "No. I don't think so. Why?" Mark threw out the name Melanie, Melanie it is!

8:03PM
We made it to our campsite in Arkansas this evening with no problems. This one isn't very far off the main road, so we weren't meandering through curvy country roads like we were last night. However, this campsite has its own quirky personality. First off, let me state that we are the only tent in the entire campsite. Every other plot has a huge RV with satellite dishes and ugly lawn ornaments. It's mostly older folks and they all seem to be quite friendly. In fact, I saw one lady making her way over to a neighbor's with an ice cold pitcher of ice tea and a stack of cups in tote. I guess that's how they do it down south. Anyway, despite some menacing clouds this evening, so far no rain has come to fruition. All three of us even had the opportunity to get a run in! I was able to get in 5 miles, but by that time I felt like I was running circles around some of the cute old couples walking their little dogs. They kept asking me if I was tired. I kept smiling and telling them I was almost finished! I can't tell you how great it feels to get out and move your lets around after being in a car all day!

Oh! I forgot to mention our "McDonald's meal" of the evening. (Mark McDonald has got to be sick of the McDonald's jokes at this point in his life, but I couldn't resist!) Anyway, we had a delicious meal of spaghetti and hamburger meat. Camp cooking always impresses me. However, my inability to cook in a normal kitchen makes cooking over a propane tank look near impossible for me. I have taken on the more approachable chore of making the sandwiches for lunch the following day. Sandwiches I can do. I've figured out the perfect ratio of bread to turkey to provolone. A small, yet victorious feat none the less.

Alright well the boys have both gone off to shower, leaving me here all alone at twilight, arguably the scariest time of day, so I'm going to go hide in the tent until they get back!

The Great American Road Trip: Day 1

8:30 AM
And we're off! Two guys, a girl, and a whole lot of classic rock.

To recap: Yesterday as of 3PM, I was officially invited to join my brother (Tyler) and his friend Mark on their trip driving cross country to California! OK, invited might be the wrong word seeing as I shamelessly begged and then broke down into tears when my request to tag along was met with a big fat NO. But seriously, a three person road trip is so much better than a two person road trip. I think I brought some pretty valid arguments to the table, such as the two person camera dilemma. When you go on a trip with only 2 people, inevitably you end up with lots of awkward pictures with just one of you in the photo because you get tired of hunting down strangers to get the both of you. And while I don't think it was my rational arguments that won Tyler over, I think he will appreciate their value over the course of the next 10 days.

Speaking of the next 10 days, let me give you the little details of the trip that I know so far. (After writing that line, I realized that I didn't even know our destination for tonight... I had to shout up front above the blasting ACDC to ask!) So tonight we are headed to Tennessee for our first campground where we will set up this supposed 3 person tent... I had nightmares all last night about the tent not being big enough to fit all of us and me being kicked out and left to sleep outside with the bears. Needless to say, my last night in my bed wasn't too restful. As for what else I know about this trip--We are driving to San Francisco, CA to drop Mark off for his summer internship. I'm also jumping ship in San Francisco to fly home sweet home. Tyler made it very clear that he wants to drive the entire way home by himself. His plan sounds miserable to me, but he says he wants to feel the sense of accomplishment that comes with driving cross-country all by yourself. I still think he's going to change his mind and realize how long and boring the trip back will be. I think my parents have that same feeling because they told me to hold off on buying my plane ticket. We'll see what happens. I think after camping for 10 days on the way out there, I'm going to be ready to fly home!

9:22 AM
The boys finally decided to close their windows. In an effort to be a pleasant trip goer, I've decided to try my hardest to be agreeable and maintain a positive attitude. Unfortunately in this case, the victim is my hair. The wind-blown look on an already frizzy haired individual is not a good one. No matter... who knows when the next time I'll see myself in a mirror anyway!

1:56PM
Poor Mark. We switched drivers about 20 minutes ago, but being the lucky person I am, the exit I decided to get off at put us in a small town overshadowed by a menacing mental institution. Oops! They really should list that as one of the attractions on the road sign. Anyway, needless to say, we weren't in that town for too long. A quick bathroom break and we were back on the road. In the midst of the hurry, Mark took my spot in the driver's seat without readjusting the seat that I had moved to accommodate my short legs. While this position wouldn't look painful for most people, Mark is 6'4" (I am 5'5"). Despite urging him to pull over and fit it, he says he's fine. We'll see how fine he is later on 3 hours down the road.

2:15PM
Tennessee Welcomes You. The Volunteer State.

2:57 PM
Tyler selected Fergalicious from Mark's iPod? Maybe there is more to these two than just classic rock...

3:59PM
The rain has officially begun. After an entire day of ominous clouds, they decided to unleash their water weight as soon as we get within 10 miles of the campground. Putting up the tent should be an interesting challenge... Not to mention rain= no windows down, and no windows down= can't breath kind of hot (Apparently A/C costs you precious gas, who knew?). I miss my crazy wind-blown hair already.

8:03PM
Wow, the first evening of camping and already adventure ensues! After driving about 20 miles off the main road to get to the park, we finally pulled up to the check-in cabin. At which point, we met the most expressionless woman I've ever met. She gave us a 5 min spiel about how Cades Cove is a natural habitat for black bears and all food must be kept locked in the car at all times unless you are eating it. Anyway, as she's explaining all of this, I am having a mild panic attack, to which she paid no attention... didn't miss a beat in proceeding to tell us the check out procedure for tomorrow.

So after pulling away from my new best friend, we made it to our campsite just in time to put up our tent and throw our sleeping bags inside before a torrential downpour/thunder and lightning extravaganza decided to grace us with its presence. We spent the next 30 minutes inside our tent that was smelling of wet feet and boy already. When our air supply became on the verge of unbearable, we caught a wafting scent of the delicious dinner taking place at the campsite next to us. They have one of those canopies that shelters their picnic area. With all three of our stomachs growling, that scent was all the motivation we needed to send us sprinting towards the car to search out some covered area to cook our food... Well I also forgot to mention that the tent was leaking through the roof... another reason to seek refuge elsewhere for awhile.

After a couple of loops around the campground (a couple of loops is a nice way of saying that Mark was a horrible navigator without his glasses on...) we finally found a sheltered picnic area. We noticed that it looked kind of crowded, but we figured that was because everyone was in our same predicament. We were wrong. Apparently the nice people of the Baptist Church in Forrester, NC had reserved the area for their church cookout. However, the three of us looked so pitiful with our Gaterades, smushed buns, and propane tanks that they said they wouldn't mind us using a table and joining them. We looked so helpless in fact that they began offering us burgers, hot dogs, condiments, the works! Too bad the boys shot them down with claims of wanting to "rough it" and "do it on their own." To me "roughing it" is sleeping in a tent and living out of a car. If someone wants to offer me a free meal, I'd gladly accept!

However, this is their trip, so I played along with the survivor men and ate my surprisingly delicious burger without any add ons from our new Baptist friends.

Alright the sun is going down and so must I. Hopefully I won't have any bear stories to share tomorrow morning!

The Wienermobile

It's not everyday that one gets a chance to ride in a giant hot dog. Today I officially got my first wiener whistle and took a spin in "Yummy" the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile. A friend of a friend was the driver, and after touring the country in the Wienermobile, I think he knew every hot dog pun in the book. We took a little tour of Richmond, and let me tell you, people love them an over sized hot dog on wheels. I've never seen so many smiles in my entire life. I felt like a celebrity! Now I know understand why everyone wishes they were an Oscar Mayer Wiener.

Locust of Control

Yesterday my group gathered to once again attempt forward movement on the project that has been looming over our heads for the better part of the semester. Anyone looking at us would have confirmed that we were a sad bunch. Most of our motivation had departed the night before after our concept came crashing down, destroying what was once considered a steady base.

As we all sat there staring at each other, I decided that maybe the principles in all of these marathon training books I've been reading recently could apply to strenuous long term projects as well. I mean, running 26.2 miles and working on a project that can bring you to the brink of insanity seem pretty similar to me. Anyway, in my head it all made sense. So here I am sitting in front of a group of 5 Creatives and I'm giving my best inspirational speech about "Locus of Control." I was trying to get across the point that your mindset really shapes a situation. If you have an internal locus of control, you can convince yourself that you can accomplish something, no matter how ridiculously hard you might have to work to do it. However, if you have an external locus of control, you give in easily and decide that your input won't make a difference. So after this whole "You've got to believe to achieve" rant that I've gone on, someone in my group says, "Wait, did you say Locust of Control? Isn't that some kind of bug?"

My only response, "Yes, yes it is."

I think I'm really starting to get through to them.

Today I ran 10 miles.

Today I ran 10 miles. When I called home ecstatic and told my dad, his first response was "Why?" Well, that is an excellent question that I hadn't thought of before running the 10 miles.

I've never actually run 10 miles at one time. Ever. This was a big deal. Was it planned? No. Did I set out to run 10 miles this morning? No.

Don't get me wrong, this post isn't to brag about the fact that I can run 10 miles. (At the slow speed I was going, really bragging isn't even an option.) Anyway, this is more of an investigation as to how this miracle occurred. I honestly didn't think it was possible. After considering various possibilities, I've decided I owe this great feat to a book that I read yesterday entitled "The Non Runner's Marathon Guide for Women."

I picked up this little gem at Barnes and Noble yesterday after feeling discouraged with my running situation. After completing my 10K training, running has slowly morphed from stress-free escape to self-induced torture. Essentially, I started to dread running, a feeling I've been familiar with my entire life. So, of course, I turned to my trusty philosophy that a good book can fix almost anything. I was immediately attracted to this particular book, first because of the La-Z-Boy recliner on the cover, and second because of the amazing hatred of running and sarcasm dispersed on every page.

An author who writes a book about running that hates running- that is exactly my kind of book. Anyway, after reading well into the night, I woke up this morning and laced up the ole' running shoes. I decided to get back out there and drop the "I'm going to die" routine that typically plays on repeat in my head about 5 mins into my run. Oh, and obviously most importantly, I made myself a new running mix, entitled FLASH back, complete with Hanson, Backstreet Boys, Britney, and even a little TLC. Actually, now that I think about it, I'm guessing that this line up of musical talent was probably the primary reason I survived this morning. As I passed other people I was secretly laughing thinking how great it was that I could listen to MMMBop in my headphones and not be judged by these unknowing bystanders. Of course, now you are probably judging me since I've shared my secret enjoyment of ridiculously horrible pop, but I'll just tackle one issue at a time.

Anyway, as this could be a once in a lifetime accomplishment, I decided that I'd better write it down somewhere. This way instead of telling my future grand kids stories of my glory days, I can just send them to my blog.

In the Land of Hipsters

Culture shock victim: Me
Foreign country: VCU Brandcenter

My trusty resource Wikipedia describes culture shock as "the anxiety and feelings (of surprise, disorientation, uncertainty, confusion, etc.) felt when people have to operate within a different and unknown cultural or social environment, such as a foreign country."

You trying being me in a hipster environment. It isn't easy.

And while I can't fundamentally change some things about myself, such as my bedtime, my innocent nature, and my love of Gossip Girl- I've decided that there are some aspects of this culture worth adopting. These include:

1. The food. Hipsters eat the most ridiculous sounding, yet delicious, food combinations. Ex. Dark chocolate covered Edamame. However, whether or not these creations are tasty or not really isn't the point- it's more the shock factor. Dark chocolate Edamame probably wouldn't taste as good if people didn't react with an exclamation of: "DARK CHOCOLATE EDAMAME?!?!***?!!!?????!"

2. The clothes. Hipsters look cool. Intimidatingly cool. If I ever get on What Not to Wear, I've decided to tell Stacy and Clinton that I would like them to add hipster accents to my Ann Taylor look. I wonder if Ann Taylor makes a skinny jean.

3. The hangouts. I go to Starbucks. They go to Captain Buzzy's. I go to P.F. Chang's. They go to Sticky Rice. If they would post a sign outside these establishments to welcome in non-hipsters, I would really appreciate it. Sometimes us non-hipsters just require a little extra push.


Needless to say, I'm starting to really appreciate the unique characters that surround my daily life at Brandcenter. They definitely bring a different perspective to the table. Unfortunately they don't see the merit in things like the Jonas Brothers, waking up early, to-do lists, and lunch totes... but I have a feeling that one day they'll come around.

Me And My Gang

The 10K is on Saturday and I thought I'd post proof of the fact that I actually followed through on my goal. I somehow managed to survive the group training and even graduate to the intermediate group! Not to mention I've made it out of bed by 7AM every Saturday for the past 10 weeks. I wonder if my life will return to normal after all of this is over... or was this my cocoon transformation?

My 1st year book is done!

Who knew snow days existed after high school?

After abusively pushing the refresh button the the VCU Inclement Weather Alert page this morning, I realized that I haven't had a snow day since senior year of high school. That makes it FOUR years since I've experienced the anticipation, joy, and excitement that comes with a school cancellation due to the weather. At UVA, they like to tell you that Thomas Jefferson himself didn't believe in snow days. So UVA students are essentially as dependable as the mailman. We made it to class despite rain, sleet, or snow. In fact, I had the pleasure of venturing to a final exam in an ice storm and taking the entire test in the dark. But apparently, as a grad student, snow days are making a comeback- VCU you've restored my youthful spirit to its former glory.

Kinko's, I'm sorry I doubted you.

Today I learned why FedEx Kinko's is worth the price you pay. Unfortunately, I came upon this discovery too late to aid my cause. With internship book deadlines looming on Monday, this weekend was the final stage of the process: printing. After all the work that went into creating my book, this step seemed like the easy part. In fact so easy that it really only consisted of two steps:

1. Save book as PDF on thumb drive
2. Take thumb drive to Kinko's to print and bind

Leave it to me to mess up a simple two step process. I made it all the way to Kinko's to have them tell me that it would cost me $56 to print 2 copies. Well, I didn't stick around long enough to hear the final total once you added in the binding. I was out the door with the idea that I was young and resourceful. My determination sent adrenaline through my body as I went on a search for paper and print cartridges.

Of course when I got back to home base to examine the goods, I realized I purchased the wrong paper. Proceeding on despite this setback, I ventured into the joyous process of double sided printing manually. What I learned is that my printer is a feisty little beast. Each page was unpredictable. Would there be ink splatters? Would it get stuck? Was it upside down?

Friday night turned into "Printer and a Movie" as I sat patiently by my printer's side, anxiously awaiting its output... with The Wedding Planner playing softly in the background to balance out the negative energy in the room. When all was said and done around 2AM, I decided that $56 was a bargain.

"Who are you supposed to be, Drew Barrymore's sister?"

Yesterday afternoon I came to the conclusion that I must have some sort of weirdly generic face. Over the past few years, I have been told at least 10 times that "I look like someone familiar." Sometimes my looks garner celebrity status, sometimes its the more vague feeling of "I swear I know you from somewhere." I figure I should start keeping a list of my celebrity look-a-likes because the great thing is no one ever tells me I look like the same person twice. So far I've gotten: Keri Russell, Debra Messing, Alexis Bledel, and a few others that I didn't even recognize the names of... obviously they were B-list.

Anyway, my favorite encounter took place yesterday... at the meat counter at Kroger. As I'm ordering my wood smoked turkey, the guy behind the counter says to me, "So who are you supposed to be, Drew Barrymore's sister?"

I miss you TJ.

At the Y-M-C-A!

As I begin my second semester of graduate school, I came to the realization that I have no hobbies... unless you count watching endless seasons TV shows on DVD. Anyway, since the Turkey Trot 5K was so successful *cough cough*, I decided to go with the lifetime sport of running. I've always been horrible at running, but I found the perfect solution to this problem: sign up for a training course with lots of other people who are horrible at running.

Yes, the YMCA actually has a 10K training course and after attending the orientation session, I think I'm in for 10 weeks of pure entertainment. Everyone else at the meeting seemed to be 40+ and mostly there to lose weight. In fact, no one besides myself seemed even the slightest bit concerned about the running aspect of the course. One lady even found it necessary to share with us her weight and was inquiring in front of the whole group what she should be eating and how many calories she could expect to burn.
Our instructor/"coach" then told her a story about how he ran 3 marathons within 2 weeks and actually ended up gaining 7 pounds. She didn't like that.

Anyway, our first group run is Saturday at 8:30AM. Can't wait to see what I'm up against...