I decided to get some grocery shopping done today, not for a weeks worth of food but for 6 months worth of food. I walked into BJ's with cart in hand and rolled in between the isles. Food, I realized, is expensive!
I started to load up the cart. A 5lb bag of capped peanuts, 3 3lb bags of almonds, a 5lb bag of raisins, granola bars. Then I got to the Ramen...$6.55 for a package of 18. Rip off! I thought, I can get 18 for $2.70 at WallyoOrld. Then I started to think that I was being ripped off by everything. I started to get hot, my hands got sweaty and my chests started to close up (actually none of this happened but it sounds better) so I abandoned my car and walked out the door. "I'll be back," I said to the check-out lady whose suspicious eyes shifted to my fleece pockets, as if I stole something. I wanted to say, "Eye's up here, I'm walking out of here with nothing because your Ramen is a rip-off!"
I got into my roller-skate (alias for my set of wheels, for anybody who was wondering) and motored to Shaws to compare prices. This trip made me appreciate BJ's, but I still didn't trust them.
Then I remembered a local natural foods store. I walked in, told the woman I was planning a thru-hike and was interested in buying food in bulk and she was extremely receptive and helpful. For example, Quinoa, is one of the only plant derived complete proteins, meaning that it has all of the 9 essential amino acids found in meat. She said that I could buy a 25lb bag for about 60$. It was originally priced at 4.49/lb which would be $112.25. They buy it in bulk for about 66$ but they would give me a 10% discount. She told me to make a list of all the nuts, grains and lentils I wanted to buy in bulk and she would be able to find the best deals for me.
I then went to Hannaford's to compare prices. I walked in and asked who I could speak with about buying food in bulk. She looked at her fellow employee and said, "I'll take care of this," which gave me a not so welcoming feeling. "What is this for?" she asked suspiciously. No I'm not planning on buying your food and selling it I wanted to say. What is the deal with grocery stores? I told her about my through hike. "I'll be back," she said uninterested and monotoned. She came back with a pen and piece of paper. I pointed to the quinoa and asked how much it would be to buy 25lbs worth. "Well we buy it by the 50lb bag but we could split it up for you," was her response. "So how much would that be?" I repeated. "Well whatever $4.99 times 25 is," she said. "It wouldn't be discounted since I'm buying it in bulk," I pried. "Well you'd have to come back and talk to my manager."
I have decided that grocery stores suck. I don't care if I spend a little extra, I am going to support my local natural food store.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Kennebec River
"Don't worry, Jill, dad and I are going to contact the ferry service in ME and schedule your appointment to cross the river," proclaimed my mom just the other day. "Mom, I am well aware of the fact I need to get across the rivers in Maine, and as much as I appreciate your help, I am going to take care of this myself."
In their eyes I am still a fledgling, flapping my wings and expanding my beak to choke down the regurgitated worms they cough into my mouth. In my eyes I am ready to jump out of the nest and it will be up to fate as to whether I soar or plummet to the ground.
So today I did some research and I found that David P. Corrigan of FLetcher Mountain Outfitters runs the ferry service at the Kennebec River/ AT junction. As of last year, he had it running every morning from 9-11am beginning May 28th, so I will be sure to be ferried after June 1st. If you are going to be there at an unscheduled time, it's as easy as a phone call.
I sent my mom an email, straightaway, in an effort to reassure her frazzled mind. She is very happy with this news.
I'm tired of worms and ready for Ramen.
In their eyes I am still a fledgling, flapping my wings and expanding my beak to choke down the regurgitated worms they cough into my mouth. In my eyes I am ready to jump out of the nest and it will be up to fate as to whether I soar or plummet to the ground.
So today I did some research and I found that David P. Corrigan of FLetcher Mountain Outfitters runs the ferry service at the Kennebec River/ AT junction. As of last year, he had it running every morning from 9-11am beginning May 28th, so I will be sure to be ferried after June 1st. If you are going to be there at an unscheduled time, it's as easy as a phone call.
I sent my mom an email, straightaway, in an effort to reassure her frazzled mind. She is very happy with this news.
I'm tired of worms and ready for Ramen.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Water Emergency
I took Mol Mol through the town forest to test out my hikers. It is a 6.4 mile loop that usually takes about 3 hours. I got an hour in and decided I was thirsty so I went to take a drink from my camelbak and realized I was sucking air. Luckily before I left I tossed my water purification bottles in with my kitchen setup, more to get the feel since I wasn't even planning on testing them out.
I must admit I was a little nervous to test them out because I have never purified water before. I came to a vernal pool at the base of a hill that had collected the runoff and I opted to keep hiking. After vernal pool number 2 my throat was dry.
I knew that I would be fine without water for the extent of my 3 hour hike, for the rest of the day, for the following two days, however, I had a water purification system and I was eager to use it. After all this is going to be a task I complete a couple times every day so I knew that I needed some practice.
I happened upon a marshy wetland and it looked pretty clear so I pulled out my purification system:
I added 7 drops from bottle A and 7 drops from bottle B into the cap and let sit for five minutes.
For the next five minutes I used my pot to add 1L of water to my camelbak. It had a slight green tinge but the water was fairly clear with little debris. I then added the solution to the bladder and put it back in my pack. I waited 30minutes before I finally took a sip, which I was nervous to do. The water tasted great and I am still well and typing so all is good!
My shoes absolutely rock! My feet felt great in them and having them on made me feel like the duracell energizer bunny.
Slacker
Yesterday I got my hikers!!!! My friend, Slacker, came with me and provided the moral support that I needed to make a decision and hand over my wad of cash to the stranger across the counter.
It was a 2 ½ hour process. “You’re going to hate me by the end of this” I told Kareem (the very laid back and informative sales guy), “because I want to try on this, this, this and this…but I promise you” I reassured, “I am going home with something today!”
It did not take much to convert me back to Gortex. This is pretty much how the conversation went down:
“I’m doing a thru-hike”
“As a southbounder?”
“Yea.”
“You’re going to want a high, heavy-duty boot.”
“I’m not used to hiking in ankle boots, I was thinking more along the lines of trail-runners.”
“Here bend this shoe (very flexible trail-runner)…here now bend this one (very stiff backpacking boot)…see the difference, trail runners are going to burn out fast.”
“Hmmmmmmm.”
“You’re going to want gortex”
“Eh, I’m not really a fan. If it’s 80 degrees outside it will be 90 inside my shoe.”
“Yea but, you’re hiking in a month and it’s going to be wet, snowy and cold. Plus you’re hiking the roughest terrain on the trail first. You’re going to want you feet to stay as dry as possible, and you’ll probably want to invest in gators. When you pass Vermont, you could switch to a lightweight trail runner.”
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“…..Alright, I want to try on your tallest, stiffest, gortex-boot.”
I looked over at my friend, “it’s a big deal committing to a shoe, you’re feet affect everything!” “It’s ok Jill, you can always bring them back if you don’t like them.”
Long story short, I got Asolo gortex backpacking boots. They were originally $210, but with both my student discount and the 20% new arrivals discount, I got them for $142.80.
Kareem than coaxed me into getting “superfeet” shoe inserts because, “the ones that come with the shoe give you no support, and superfeet help to realign and strengthen your foot,” according to the professional. “Oh, and you’re going to want to waterproof your boots every so often,” he said as he handed over a bottle of waterproofing spray. I gave in to all of it, mostly because it is my feet we are talking about and I want them to have the best experience they can have.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Drop Boxes
"How are you planning on eating," is a very popular question I get asked. Let me explain. Every 5-10 days I will walk off the trail and hike into town where I will pick up boxes of food at the post that have been sent to me by my very loving sister.
The idea is to save money. I am in the process of buying food in bulk for my 6 month long trek. I will then divide the food into anywhere from 20-30 boxes that will be shipped to the trail towns that I will be stopping in.
The post offices will hold packages for up to a month (sometimes longer) for thru-hikers. This will be convenient if I get off schedule.
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25 Drop boxes...check! Let's just say I spent a little time in the storage room today...of course doing work-related tasks. What can I say, I was very "board" :)
The idea is to save money. I am in the process of buying food in bulk for my 6 month long trek. I will then divide the food into anywhere from 20-30 boxes that will be shipped to the trail towns that I will be stopping in.
The post offices will hold packages for up to a month (sometimes longer) for thru-hikers. This will be convenient if I get off schedule.
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25 Drop boxes...check! Let's just say I spent a little time in the storage room today...of course doing work-related tasks. What can I say, I was very "board" :)
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
How to Pee in the Woods Part II
Ladies, when it comes to peeing in the woods, we need to go with a plan. Men, on the other hand, do not need to plan. They can go anywhere at anytime and under any conditions. If you haven't already, there will be a time in the near future where you have a converstation with a guy in the middle of his urination session.
Not only do we have to find a secluded area, we have to be okay with being bare assed for the extent of our trickle which can last seconds or minutes long. But usually minutes since we try fighting the cramps for as long as we can before we give in. However, once we are emptied we have to deal with the drips.
One option is toilette paper, which produces waste that needs to be burried or packed out, and if packed out will add weight to your pack. (Just think about the number of times you pee each day.) Another option would be to use leaves, but you may be wiping with poisoness ones and you never know what microorganisms are taking up residence on these waxy sheets. A third option would be to shake your hips from side-to-side and quickly pull your pants up, but by doing so, you wet your undies and there is a good chance you'll have the yellow brick road streaming down your leg.
But don't worry my female followers, there is what is called the "pee rag." It is a swatch of material that is fastened to the female backpacker's pack with a safety pin. It serves to blot your area after urination.
Thru-Hiker, Moss, explained that there are two schools of thought on the matter: disgust and admiration. I fall under the latter. I made my very own and plan on using it everyday. Urine is steril. The rag just needs to washed then it can be fastened to your bag for air drying before your next apointment.
Not only do we have to find a secluded area, we have to be okay with being bare assed for the extent of our trickle which can last seconds or minutes long. But usually minutes since we try fighting the cramps for as long as we can before we give in. However, once we are emptied we have to deal with the drips.
One option is toilette paper, which produces waste that needs to be burried or packed out, and if packed out will add weight to your pack. (Just think about the number of times you pee each day.) Another option would be to use leaves, but you may be wiping with poisoness ones and you never know what microorganisms are taking up residence on these waxy sheets. A third option would be to shake your hips from side-to-side and quickly pull your pants up, but by doing so, you wet your undies and there is a good chance you'll have the yellow brick road streaming down your leg.
But don't worry my female followers, there is what is called the "pee rag." It is a swatch of material that is fastened to the female backpacker's pack with a safety pin. It serves to blot your area after urination.
Thru-Hiker, Moss, explained that there are two schools of thought on the matter: disgust and admiration. I fall under the latter. I made my very own and plan on using it everyday. Urine is steril. The rag just needs to washed then it can be fastened to your bag for air drying before your next apointment.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Going Green with Code Red
Women contribute on average 40 years worth of waste in the form of pads and tampons so it is advisable and becoming the new fad to make reusable pads which will reduce your carbon footprint. Instead of tossing your soiled pads into the trash to be delivered to the landfill, toss your soiled rags into the hamper and cycle them through the wash.
I followed this pattern:
This is what you’ll need:
Flannel (I went to JoAnn fabrics the other day and had fun browsing the different flannel patterns.)
Face cloth
Sewing machine/ needle and thread
Snap/felcro/button
It’s a way to recycle during your cycle.
So ladies it is time that you try making a homemade pad for yourself. It is a way of going green during your days of red.
Blabber
I decided to go with Aquamira’s Chlorine Dioxide water purification drops. It is a two part system, a purification duo if you will. Each duo treats up to 30 gallons which is 4L/day. My box of 6 came in the mail today. I figure each will last about a month.
I also purchased 6 boxes of baking soda. I will use it as toothpaste, soap and deodorant. I cut the handles off of two toothbrushes. I took the roll of floss out of it’s container.
I went to the lumber yard and asked the clerk if they had any scraps of tyvek lying around. “Nope.” Okay because I’m pretty sure I saw a ton of it outside before I came in. “Thanks anyways.” I thought I’d give it a shot, after all you never know until you ask, plus one of books suggested that I do just that. My dad is going save me a piece of triflex, a.k.a my ground cloth.
I have had my camelbak for a few months and the other day I was hiking with Drew Blood. I told him that my water tasted funny. “Have you washed your bladder out yet?” he asked, good idea I thought. I washed it out with baking soda and now the water tastes great!
“Are you planning on shaving at all,” asked Tank at work. “No, I’m just going to let it all grow. In a way it will detour guys.” “yea and attract the weird men that like the bushy girls!”
My first aid kit consists of a needle, floss, moleskin, duct tape, and safety pins. Most of the thru-hikers toss their pouches due to non-use. Mine will function as both gear repair and first aid.
I finally got rid of the last of my clothes. My cousin came over and took the last 3 bags and most of my trinkets. She seemed to like everything and I felt much better passing my belongings down to family versus, bagging them up and tossing them in a PlanetAid dumpster. From the volume of clothes I donated they suspected my drawers were almost empty in my room. "You're going to need clothes when you come back," they all say, to which I respond, "I have kept all of my favorites!" At least now I know where I can go if I need to borrow some clothes upon my return to civilization.
Sweater Fish
While at work, a member came to the front desk and informed me that the shower was clogged. I relayed the breaking news to my manger, Boulder, and he regarded me with determined eyes and said, “Alright, are you ready to go fishing?”
He pulled off the drain cover and in went the end of a metal clothes hanger and after a few plunges and a few twists of the wrist, out came a hairy ball of sludge. A satisfied grin spread across his face as he let it drop into the bucket with a loud plop and a spatter. “This really smells bad, but have at it. Just keep fishing till you can’t catch anything else,” he said with a smile as he handed over the sludge covered wire. “Good work.” He praised as he took his leave. “Oh, and catch the fish in ever stall,” he said before he dipped into the gym. With that he left me with a smelly bucket of glop and more sludgy sweaters to hook.
It reminded me of the scene out of the movie, “Sorority Boys,” when Roberta is on bathroom duty and has to unclog the sinks. He pulls out a two-foot long knot of hair and holds it beside his head while he wails like Chewbacca. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pr3sBks5o_8
The experience made me appreciate the outdoors once more. A place where you don’t need a pair of flip flops, a coat hanger, and some rubber gloves to enjoy a dip, where there is running water and where hair won’t clog the drain.
Kick Start
I met up with Scout for some drinks and all you can eat tacos and for out monthly catch-up. While I was mid chew of my meat, cheese, lettuce, tomato, and sour cream filled tortilla, he said, “This morning I got up and realized I didn’t have any clean underwear so I had to go to the store before work and get a package of Fruit of the Loom briefs.” This made me think of my undergarment situation.
Thru-hiker, Fox wore the same pair of boxers for 5 ½ months, whereas, thru-hiker, Morning Glory cycled through 3 pairs. I have decided to bring 2; I’ll wear one while I wash and dry the other.
Scout asked how the planning was going. “I still have to figure out what’s going on my feet.” “Way to go Jill, you’re only hiking over 2000 miles in 1 ½ months and still have no idea what shoes you’re wearing…no big deal.”
He’s right, I need to make a decision fast but committing to a pair of shoes is a bit scary. All issues stem from your feet. Anyone who has been to the chiropractor knows this. “Dr. I have a pain in my neck.” Did you not understand me, my neck is sore…why are you pulling on my toes and twisting my foot? They may put you on your side and crack your back and not even touch your neck before they send you on your merry way along with a hefty bill.
What if the shoes don’t fit right. It would be best to hike barefoot, but it also needs to warm up a bit and I don’t think I want to start off barefoot on Mt Katahdin. I can't start breaking in my hikers a week before they hit the trail so a trip to the store with a wad of cash and maybe a supportive friend might do the trick.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Globs of Bloody Glub
Picture this. I'm at work and since most of my job requires me to stand behind the counter and check people in using a computer, I have internet access. So I spent some time on my blog making a list of all the trail items I have left to get.
My manager, Boulder, walks over and asks to see the list. I was a bit hesitant because I had, diva cup and homemade pad listed, and we all know that it is taboo to discuss anything that has to do with periods around men. Even though the grossed out fools would not be here if it wasn't for our monthly flow. But I was confident my scritch scratch and the foreign term "diva cup" would disguise its true meaning.
Out of the dozen items on my list his eyes fell right on the ones under hygiene, "what's a diva cup" he asked. Just tell him it's this new type of titanium mug or thermos that I'm looking to buy, I thought. "A homemade pad" he gave me the "explanation please" look. Maybe I should say that I'm thinking of making a homemade tent, you know since it's my home I call it a pad, I thought. The problem is that I haven't blogged about this yet so I was unprepared as to how to deliver an explanation.
I learned my lesson 11 years ago. I was at the end of my driveway with my older brother waiting for the school bus to come and quite enthusiastically I belted out, "Guess what Steve...I got my period!!"
"That is so disgusting, don't ever say anything like that to me again!" was my brother's response.
I am a proponent of education, so after a moments pause, I decided to fill my manager in on all the bloody details. I explained that a diva cup was like a reusable tampon, instead of soaking up it collects the flow. A homemade pad is a reusable female napkin which can be fashioned from a flannel T.
Whether or not you are aware of it, females produces loads of waste in the form of bloody pads and tampons. Just think, the average woman gets her period 12 times a year for about 5 days and changes her pad and tampon roughly 3 times a day. Some women use both pads and tampons at the same time, so this equates to about 360 pieces of soiled absorbents every year/woman. Now each woman contributes on average 40 years worth of waste. That means that most woman that are using pads and tampons contribute about 14,400globs of bloody glub during their lifetime.
With the diva cup and homemade pad, the only waste that I will be producing each year is blood.
For more about the Diva Cup check out the posts: Walking Diva and Male Discretion Advised: More on the Diva Cup.
My manager, Boulder, walks over and asks to see the list. I was a bit hesitant because I had, diva cup and homemade pad listed, and we all know that it is taboo to discuss anything that has to do with periods around men. Even though the grossed out fools would not be here if it wasn't for our monthly flow. But I was confident my scritch scratch and the foreign term "diva cup" would disguise its true meaning.
Out of the dozen items on my list his eyes fell right on the ones under hygiene, "what's a diva cup" he asked. Just tell him it's this new type of titanium mug or thermos that I'm looking to buy, I thought. "A homemade pad" he gave me the "explanation please" look. Maybe I should say that I'm thinking of making a homemade tent, you know since it's my home I call it a pad, I thought. The problem is that I haven't blogged about this yet so I was unprepared as to how to deliver an explanation.
I learned my lesson 11 years ago. I was at the end of my driveway with my older brother waiting for the school bus to come and quite enthusiastically I belted out, "Guess what Steve...I got my period!!"
"That is so disgusting, don't ever say anything like that to me again!" was my brother's response.
I am a proponent of education, so after a moments pause, I decided to fill my manager in on all the bloody details. I explained that a diva cup was like a reusable tampon, instead of soaking up it collects the flow. A homemade pad is a reusable female napkin which can be fashioned from a flannel T.
Whether or not you are aware of it, females produces loads of waste in the form of bloody pads and tampons. Just think, the average woman gets her period 12 times a year for about 5 days and changes her pad and tampon roughly 3 times a day. Some women use both pads and tampons at the same time, so this equates to about 360 pieces of soiled absorbents every year/woman. Now each woman contributes on average 40 years worth of waste. That means that most woman that are using pads and tampons contribute about 14,400globs of bloody glub during their lifetime.
With the diva cup and homemade pad, the only waste that I will be producing each year is blood.
For more about the Diva Cup check out the posts: Walking Diva and Male Discretion Advised: More on the Diva Cup.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Nailed it!
Today I purchased six 7" long aluminum gutter nails at the hardware store for $3.25. Though it was a small purchase, it is a big deal. I could have gone with REIs Aluminum Hook Tent Stakes for $1.50 a piece, for a total of $9.00, but I took Reds advice and went with the nails. After all, the little gear adds up.
I didn't waste time putzing around, instead I walked right to the counter and asked where I could find 6" long aluminum gutter nails.
That is one very distinct difference between men and women, the willingness to ask for directions.
He led me to this package of 10" long steel nails, and said, "These are close enough," referring to the length. When I picked them up I knew they weren't aluminum so I said "No, no this is not what I am looking for." I had already been to Aubuchon's where the clerk tried to sell me 2" long screws. "I need aluminum," I explained.
I eventually found them in a red party cup with a piece of Duct tape slapped on, Labeled: 7" gutter nails. I plucked one out, gave it a quick toss in my hand to test its weight, and said, "These are them!" I sort of yelped and danced at the same time. Identical to the ones Red has, I thought.
The clerk asked if I needed another contraption, I'm assuming something that you normally co-purchase with gutter nails, and I said, "No, no, this is all I need," as I plucked out 5 more with a grin. When I saw the confused look on his face I explained that I was using them as tent stakes for my ultralight backpacking trip. He kind of nodded, mumbled something and walked back to the counter. New favorite sound, clink of aluminum.
I realize this is sort of a long post for a simple purchase, I am just so excited that I finally "closed" on my house.
I didn't waste time putzing around, instead I walked right to the counter and asked where I could find 6" long aluminum gutter nails.
That is one very distinct difference between men and women, the willingness to ask for directions.
He led me to this package of 10" long steel nails, and said, "These are close enough," referring to the length. When I picked them up I knew they weren't aluminum so I said "No, no this is not what I am looking for." I had already been to Aubuchon's where the clerk tried to sell me 2" long screws. "I need aluminum," I explained.
I eventually found them in a red party cup with a piece of Duct tape slapped on, Labeled: 7" gutter nails. I plucked one out, gave it a quick toss in my hand to test its weight, and said, "These are them!" I sort of yelped and danced at the same time. Identical to the ones Red has, I thought.
The clerk asked if I needed another contraption, I'm assuming something that you normally co-purchase with gutter nails, and I said, "No, no, this is all I need," as I plucked out 5 more with a grin. When I saw the confused look on his face I explained that I was using them as tent stakes for my ultralight backpacking trip. He kind of nodded, mumbled something and walked back to the counter. New favorite sound, clink of aluminum.
I realize this is sort of a long post for a simple purchase, I am just so excited that I finally "closed" on my house.
Stanley Tools
I met up with section hiker, Red, today for a briefing on tent erection. Within a couple of minutes he had his standing and it looked like an exact replicate of the one on the cover of my directions, those of which left out the minor detail that the front door flap is not supposed to be staked right to the ground, it is supposed to be about a foot off the floor. Red also informed me that I can cinch the corners to make the walls more taught. Genius! He suggested seam sealing it myself and adding nylon cord for additional tension.
After Red’s demonstration I gave my set-up a go and had loads more success. I entered my dwelling. This is home! I thought.
I also showed Red all of the gear that I packed in my bag including: sleeping bag, tent, sleeping pad, stuff sack of clothes, my kitchen setup, and pack cover.“Even with all of this gear, my pack feels pretty light,” I explained. “let’s check!” he said with a wink. He pulled out a hanging scale and hooked my pack on. Without my water bladder(4lbs) it weighed 14lbs. Food is going to be the heaviest stuff sack in my pack. The most food Red ever carried was 20lbs worth.
From there I took Butter to Citataw. I found these two hiking sticks at the trail head and brought them with me. We made it up in time for the gloaming.
The night ended with some sushi and a few drinks on a rooftop were the city lights polluted the stars.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Farley
Thursday, April 7, 2011
I Have the Munchies
Lately I have been indulging in all the pleasures of life: food, drink and communion, all while motoring through entire seasons of Sex in the City in one sitting with a heaping bowl of grub. I have less then two months to go so I am drinking up all of the pleasures of civilization and technology before I will be deprived of them.
The other night I attended a dinner party. It was an evening of bountiful sweets and decedent savories for the pallet to squelch. I felt like Bill Murray in the Movie “What About Bob” when he is oogiling over how tasty the chicken is that Dr. Leo Marvin’s wife made,” as I said “Linda, I love the caramelized onions” and “Oh wow…these toasted almonds are delicious!” and “mmmmm! How did you make this sauce?”
Let’s put it this way, for these next two months I will be on a highly respected diet of See Food and Eat It.
I have actually been obsessing about food. I've had these dreams of having stacks of pancakes saturated with maple syrup and just before I am about to load the heaping forkful into my mouth...I wake up. In another dream I was eating plateful after plateful of food while sitting on the bed of a hotel room. My dad looked at me, with disgust and asked if I was full yet. I have noticed that lately I have been asking friends, family and coworkers what they had for lunch or what they brought for snacks or whats in their "pound it" shake. I must admit that I have been late to class do to food preparation for an 8-4 day at school. I have breakfast, I munch in class and I seem to always dive into my lunch at 10:30am. Just the other day one of my friends was telling another that it is important to always have snacks whenever we are going to hang out for an extended period of time. My manager, Boulder, looked at me while I was mid chew and said, "You are always eating, boss is going to say something." I guess my biggest concern while on the trail is going to be food.
I have also been experiencing an extreme case of supersenioritis which I have been curing with twizlers, popcorn and movies. I haven’t made an appointment yet but I can pretty much guarantee my doctor would advised me not to look at text books for a week or mention any words that are synonymous with school, studying, and assignments.
I have been working a ton, and filling in for my fellow employees which will help to cover the cost of food and for the gas needed to power my scooter.
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