So in addition to our having a ghost in the house (I came home so late one time this week that the ghost was already in the shower!), we also appear to have an infestation of flying mice.

They ate through all of my hamburger buns and my bagels. Which were on the counter.

On the third floor of a house that has no railings up which they could shimmy. They would have had to leap up three flights of stairs, and then leap from the floor to the counter in order to put their disgusting little gnawing teeth to my fluffy, soft white bagels and my nutritious brown, wheaty hambuger buns of which I'd only eaten three. Thus, flying mice. Or hopefully just 'mouse', in the singular. Still ew.

Chris: He'd better not eat into my protein powder! ...then he'd be SUPER MOUSE!


So for the past week I've been mulling over the possibility of me shrugging off my huge amount of work and going on a CRAZY ROADTRIP. This new problem which I didn't feel like dealing with sealed the decision. I was going to shake the dust off from this crummy little town and see the world! But unfortunately, I didn't have any bagels to serve as my lunch. :(

So OFF I went! My original plan upon leaving was to drive around New England and go to all the states I haven't been to yet (Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine). I didn't have a map, but really, why would you need a map if you have no real destination? So I ended up getting distracted and driving all the way to Cape Cod. all the way to Provincetown, no less, which is at the very tip of that arc of Massachusetts that curves out into the sea.



Oh, yeah. The first beach I went to was admittedly rather lame, but as I went further up the coast the beaches suddenly got out-of-this-world spectacular. When I showed up at the beach above, I descended from a flight of stairs down the sandy cliffs and there was the endless beach, completely empty but for me. Wow. The water wasn't even that cold, but since the air was quite brisk, getting my hand wet was a bad idea.
From that point on, the beaches only became more and more spectacular, with these massive sand dunes moving across the landscape and burying everything: fences, benches, parking spaces- even the forest!




Ah, the joys of sedimentology.



Then I traveled into a desert wasteland. And let me tell you, walking in sand is HARD. I think the lack of water and the hot desert sun isn't the thing that kills you, it's walking for miles and miles in the freakin' SAND. But it's pretty.


Water... water...

So it went really well and then I came back and ate some delicious hotdogs and beans, and half a pint of Ben and Jerry's Mint Cookie Ice Cream, which was SO GOOD, (especially since it was 8 and I hadn't eaten anything all day!) and watched the movie Duma about a boy and his pet cheetah, which was good, but not as good as Two Brothers. They didn't really address the hard-hitting issues like, "what do you feed a cheetah?" "When a cheetah is in an apartment, where does it relieve itself?" but it reminded me of South Africa! Yay, South Africa, I <3 you! South Africa is kind of like the American west only instead of buffalo there are wildebeest and instead of pronghorn there are springbok, and instead of elk there are kudu, and instead of mountain lions there are actual lions, and instead of Native Americans there are people who speak Bantu and !Xhosa. And, unlike the American West, all of the aforementioned haven't been killed off by the thousands already, so you are more likely to come across them.

Anyway, I'm off topic: hooray for Cape Cod!

Whenever I go to the beach, I always take pictures of my feet in the sand. I always hide my toes in the sand as well. :)
» Helena on 2007-04-01 09:49:33

caoe cod, lucky duck.
» Brutaly on 2007-04-01 11:08:35

Chris is corny as hell.

Then again, I can't really talk..
» Dilated on 2007-04-01 11:38:41

I like your photos! I like the footprint in the sand idea. Maybe you can photshop it to make it sureal and almost angelic like. (just me and my imagination.) I even like the photo with your foot in the sand. If that were my foot I would use it as my default pic in myspace. You know cause people use stupid stuff as a profile pic. I mean this is REAL photography here!

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Jordan (changbangs) father knows what he is doing. I sat her down after she came home and I told her that I liked HER performance and that I noticed something that I did not appreciate. I told her what I had said in my blog and she told me that he does that to her ALL the time. Last september at a hula competition, people came to talk to him. Alot of people and he only introduced his sons to these people. Jordan said, "mom I was sitting right there. He looked right at me and did not even introduce me to them."
» kKAma67 on 2007-04-01 02:22:35

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