What the hell.
Might as well post, eh?
I finally left my old job, took a team to hike in the Grand Canyon, and started a new job working for a wee non-profit cancer research organization. And by "wee," I mean, "not wee at all." I'd give you all more details, but you know stalkers these days.
I'm still hiking a lot. We're gearing up to tackle Half Dome in Yosemite next month. It's going to be an 18 ish mile hike, and there's some sort of cable ladder thing on the rock. Each person I talk to about it seems to have a different vibe. One person will tell me it's the freakiest and most difficult thing they've ever done, and had to do 100 push-ups a day and overcome their fear of heights, etc. And another person will say that it's completely easy and I should stop talking to people like that and, most of all, stop asking questions because I'm freaking everyone else out. So in short, I've decided that there must be two different cable ladder things. I'm hoping I get the one that works with only 12 push-ups a day, because that's all I'm getting.
Not really involving push-ups, but most definitely involving remarkable feats of humankind, we spent the morning worshipping in our new building at church. A long time ago (3-4 years), in a church far, far away (10 minutes), we started thinking about a new building. We would call it a "Mission Center," and we would do really great things with it. And we would be finished by June. Of 2005. Saying that construction was delayed would be an understatement. And it wasn't even completely finished this morning. But the youth took over and we put on a pretty great service. Great, great times.
In other news, I'm currently in a short phase that I'm kind of getting used to, for better or for worse. I like to call it the "drink alcohol and caffeine while you still can," or "like there's no tomorrow," or "like you won't be able to for 9 months after this" phase, which is, I'm guessing, probably not the best approach to preparing myself to go without it for an extended period. But it's yet another month of not making a baby, and yet another month of waiting. People in various internet message boards refer to the time between ovulation and either a period or a positive pregnancy test as the "2 weeks wait," because frankly, that's all you can do. And in that 2 weeks wait, you really should lay off the sauce. But the one-to-two weeks before that 2 weeks wait are up for grabs. I'm trying to be positive about it and enjoy every frothy sip of my delicious and sinful lattes, but it's hard to really accept why you can't just get pregnant the first time you try. I feel broken.
For the time being, at least I can cheer myself up with lattes, port, and laughing about all that money and grief wasted on extensive, bullet-proof birth control over the years.
And with that, I totally promise to write more frequenty than once a month. You can hold me to that.
