Thursday, November 12, 2009

A Lesson in Communication

I'm sitting at my computer doing my best not to cry and that quote by Sister Hinckley that says something like "I can either laugh or cry and crying gives me a headache keeps running through my head."

My hair had finally reached that I don't care what you do, I'm going to look awful and a ponytail is your best bet stage, so it needed to be cut. I've have this hair dresser, that I found after a number of bad haircuts, in Provo that I really like but: he's expensive (hospital bills are pricey), he's in Provo (I've already driven down there a number of time this past week and I didn't want to do it again), and he only works certain Saturdays (Saturdays are sacred), led me to try somebody up here.

Because I've had bad hair cuts in the past I'm pretty cautious about trying new people. There is NOTHING worst than sitting in the hairdresser chair crying because you hate what they've done with your hair, knowing that it will take months, if not years to fix. And until it finally grows out, you are going to feel fat and ugly, which never does wonders for your self esteem.

So I went into this hair appointment prepared--armed with two pictures. What I wanted was a haircut that kept most of the length in the front--I even showed her where I wanted the existing layers to end up at--while I knew that more would have to be removed from the back. I told her about fine my hair was and how the last thing I wanted was a hair cut the emphasized my round face. Before she cut, she showed me exactly where she was going to cut and everything looked ok.

Then the cuts came and I knew it wasn't going to be what I wanted and that she was going MUCH shorter than we agreed upon. I was ok with cutting off the somewhere in the 2-4" range. I was NOT OK with the 7+" range. And guess what? I HATE IT!! As I walked away, the only thought in my mind besides how much I hated it and that of course it is just my luck that I have an ugly hair cut heading in the the "picture taking" holiday season. Great this hair cut is going to be documented in all of it's glory not only for posterity, but on facebook as well.

Lesson learned from tonight is that communication is a tricky thing. What you are saying is not always heard and just because you've agreeded upon length or cut doesn't mean that it will end up looking like that. It also reminded me why I value my hairdresser in Provo so much--he hears what I am saying. In all of the years I've been going to him I've never had a bad haircut. And walking out of the salon feeling good is worth EVERY penny I spend.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

This is my dream. . . .

Living in a charming little cottage in England has been one of my dreams. To live in a little cottage on the Chatsworth estate would be heaven!

Did you know that you can live in one of the peasant cottages on some of the greatest English country estates for a very reasonable price? The 575 GBP ($950 USD) rent is less than I'm paying for my dingy apt with no garden or orchard.

Anybody want to move to England for a year? :)

Monday, November 02, 2009

Haven't Met You Yet

I loved President Uchtdorff's talk last night. It was an amazing talk that dealt with the struggles of being single with the sensitivity and hope that as singles are all looking for. I don't usually write about being single, mainly because it's too painful. I thought I knew what it was like to be lonely at 21 or 22, but I've learned that it's nothing being lonely at 26 or 27. At 21 or 22 it was easy to have hope in the things you want, but the same doesn't always hold true the older we get. Which is probably why this song struck such a cord with me. It was a reminder not to give up hope.

I Might Have To Wait
I'll Never Give Up
I Guess It's Half Timing
And The Other Half's Luck
Wherever You Are
Whenever It's Right
You Come Out Of Nowhere And Into My Life

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Overhead at the BYU football game

This was probably the highlight from last Saturday's football.

I was on the phone with my sister as I was getting ready to walk into the stadium in front of the cougar when all of the sudden the crowd of people in front of me stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Which really confused me because I was trying to figure out why exactly with kickoff just moments away no one was moving. It was then that I noticed that the BYU police had surrounded a car and were helping somebody into a waiting golf cart and realized that it was President Monson and his wife. It seems that at the same I realized who it was, so did everybody else because you could hear "look it's President Monson" being whispered and people began lining the path snapping pictures.

It was at this point when some BYU fan behind me said, "I don't even know why they have the police surrounding him. If some crazy guy with a gun were to come up right now, we wouldn't let anything happen to President Monson. I know I would take a bullet for him, and I'm probably not the only one!"

Monday, September 21, 2009

Summer's over

I guess with the first official day of fall, it was time to change the background, but I couldn't bring myself to put a fall themed one up. I normally love fall but this year I'm dreading its appearance--I think the "boot" has something to do with this feeling. But whatever reason I wish fall would stay away--at least for a little bit longer.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Celebrating two anniversaries

The BYU-UCLA last year is one of those games that is hard to forget. 59-0. It can't get much better than that. But I learned an important lesson at that game--Cute ballet flats and slick bleachers don't mix, especially if the game is exciting and you are jumping up and down on the bench. About five or ten minutes into the game BYU made an incredible play I started jumping up and down and before I knew it I lost my footing and fell back on my left ankle. It was only about a five inch difference between the bench and the floor, but as soon as I landed on my ankle I knew I had hurt it. It became painful to put pressure on it, but I was a true blue BYU fan and it didn't even occur to me to leave the game early. So I spent the rest of the game standing on one foot and refraining from jumping up and down, which considering the game was hard to do.

When it was still sore the next day, I figured it was just a bad sprain and started treating it as such--Ice, no gym, wrapping it, etc.

When it was still sore at one month, I didn't think much about it. Neither did I when it hurt at two, three, and four months. When I was still in pain at times at five months I realized that something was probably wrong and set up a physical therapy appointment.

Then in California, while enjoying the surf, I was hit by a wave and fell onto the ankle again.

After five weeks of therapy and I was still in pain, the physical therapist recommended that I go see an ankle specialist. This recommendation was made after I had booked my trip to DC and so I strapped on my ankle brace and braved the pain (though by the time I finished my last day, my ankle hurt so much that I could barely walk when I reached the airport in Tuscon for my connecting flight)

I saw the specialist the day after I got back from DC. He took some x-rays and the x-rays came up clean. But my tendon was inflamed and he concluded that I had tendinitis and gave me a walking boot and told me to come back in a month weeks. I went back at 5 weeks, still in pain and he told me that he wanted to combine physical therapy and the weening out of the boot. He said best case scenario, I would be out of the boot in two weeks, worst case a month. Two weeks passed and I was only out of the boot for about 3 hours, by five weeks the total has risen to about five hours. Going back to the the doctors, he had happy news--the tendinitis was healed. Problem though, my ankle still hurt. So it became time for plan B- an MRI.

The results of the MRI was that I had a Ganglion cyst, and no I don't have a huge bump like the picture shows. Because the Ganglion cyst is filled with fluid, they weren't able to get a clear picture of the tendon and there is the small possibility that there is a tear on the tendon.

So on the week one year anniversary of the injury and 3 month anniversary of being in the boot, I celebrated by scheduling surgery for the 8th of October.

Monday, September 14, 2009

I'm so domestic

Over this last week I channeled my inner Martha and loved every moment.
Telling my mom everything I did she was like you better write that down because you won't have weeks like that very often--and considering all the other requirements on my time, she's right!

Domestic totals:

(12 of the 17 blankets)

17 baby blankets (for the church's humanitarian program)
1 beanie (for the church's humanitarian program)
1 BYU quilt (about half of it was already done, but as I finished it I totally am counting it)
1 Apron
16 cups of Peach and Raspberry/Peach Jam
3 pans of Peach fruit leather
3 quarts of Peach Syrup
2 quarts of Spaghetti Sauce
and WON the ward bakeoff with Carmel Peach Pecan French Toast Casserole :)


Friday, September 11, 2009

September 11

It's been interesting to watch everybody status updates/blog posts/twitter updates about where they were when they found out the news. I can still remember very vividly sitting on the back row in Brother Drapers Old Testament class in the MARB building. As class started he said something along the lines of "like the planes that crashed in NY" in reference to how unpredictable the world could be. While he treated it as something really light, I remember the feeling that life had changed--America had changed that day.

As I watched hour after hour of footage trying to make sense of it all, different emotions swam inside of me--anger, fear, patriotism, gratitude. I wondered if this terrorism would continue and if we would always live with this sense of unease. I wondered how it would shape our country and my generation.

Looking back over the past eight years, I've noticed some things. Our sense of patriotism, so high in those months and years following the attacks, has waned, as has our sense of duty and national identity. As as the events of that day really haven't had a lasting impact on our lives, I've noticed that it's really back to life as normal. Almost like we are trying to block out the events of that day and pretend like they never existed. Those few small areas where our lives were impacted, tighter security, liquid restrictions, etc., seem like they have always been that way as we have adapted in a way to move forward.

President Bartlet, in the West Wing's special episode to commemorate the attacks said " We don't need martyrs right now. We need heroes. A hero would die for his country, but he'd much rather live for it."

And I think that is the biggest thing that the events of September 11th taught me. To live for my country. To be willing to protect and stand up for those those things I find to be sacred, while looking past the outward difference and find what we have in common. And doing so will allow me to continue saying "God continues bless America."

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Twice in One WEek

My Dad had two articles featured about him yesterday!

LDS Living and BYU Studies highlighted his paper "The Martin Handcart Company at the Sweetwater: Another Look" which addresses some of the common myths of the rescue, including the number of boys, their ages, their supposed deaths the next morning, and their receiving exaltation. It's a wonderful paper that's worth a read and is a great study resource for tomorrows Sunday School lesson.

"It is by no means improbable that some future textbook... will contain a question something like this: What historical American of the nineteenth century has exerted the most powerful influence upon the destinies of his countrymen? And it is by no means impossible that the answer to that interrogatory may be thus written: Joseph Smith, the Mormon prophet." Josiah Quincy Jr. (quoted in Joseph Smith's America)

As many of your know, he spoke at education week and his final class focused on this statement made by Josiah Quincy Jr. and some of the great accomplishments that Jospeh Smith made that lead Josiah Quincy years after meeting the prophet to utter these words. His presentation about Joseph Smith as the most 'Influential Man of the 19th Century.' was written up in Friday's edition of Mormon Times. If you haven't ever checked out his book, Joseph Smith's America

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


Located in the Salisbury plains on the River Avon in Whiltshire, England, Amesbury is famous for one of England's best known monuments--Stonehenge, the Amesbury Archer--the largest Bronze Age burial site, and as the convent where according to Authurian legend Guinevere retired after leaving Arthur. The Beatles also stayed in Amesbury during part of the filming of "Help."
Amesbury Archer

I know why all of you are wondering why I'm giving a history of "Amesbury" but it stems from a conversation I had with my mom a couple of days ago and my use of "Amesbury" and she was wondering why exactly I was using it. I got the impression that she was slightly worried over the fact that I was using it.

After I got home from England, I was reading one of Georgette Heyer's novels--can't remember which one--in which one of the characters had the last name, or was it title of Amesbury. And I loved the sound of that. It sound so British and it just seemed to fit. It became the perfect username as I wasn't comfortable using my actual name and "Amesbury" wasn't too hard to spell, it was ambiguous, and even better was original--or so I though. In fact I thought that Georgette Heyer had made it up. It was only after I started using it that I found out later that "Amesbury" is actually an actual place.:)

Monday, August 24, 2009

Baking Frenzy

Yesterday Baked

Fruit Stuffed French Toast
Chocolate French Toast
Sugar Cookies
Raspberry-Peach Jam

No wonder I felt like I did tons of dishes.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Mastering the Art of French Cooking

I just finished watching Julie and Julia and I came out of the movie with this intense desire to cook. Funny I know. If it wasn't 12:15 and I wasn't so tired, I would be in my kitchen right now.* I've always enjoyed cooking--I find it therapeutic as I mix this and that together, improvising here and substituting there, all the while hoping that the final creation will turn out. On occasion they don't, but that's ok. Failure is part of the whole cooking process. I think there is some life lesson in that statement, maybe one day I'll figure out exactly what it is.

But even more than the desire to cook, I found myself constantly thinking I can relate to that, or that is something I want in my life.

1. I enjoyed that Julia Child's life didn't go as planned. Not married until 40. Wasn't able to have children of her own. But that didn't stop her. She was true to herself.
2. She cooks in high heels and pearls.
3. She wasn't afraid to wear high heels despite the fact that she was taller than her husband. I enjoyed that she embraced who she was flaws and all.
4.She didn't let disappointments stop her. Her book was rejected a couple of times, and while she sometimes questioned why she did things she kept moving forward.
5. She found something to do in life that she was passionate about.
6. She was willing to learn, and needs be at times fail, to master a skill.
7. She believed that if she was going to do something she should do it right. (her cookbook took over 8 years to finish).
8. She embraced whatever stage of life she was in.
9. She didn't take life too seriously. She knew that life was meant to be lived and that the memories you make are the most important things.
10. That butter makes everything taste better (so true).
11. That if she can learn how to cook French food, so can I.
12. Just because something looks hard, doesn't always mean that it is hard.

*disclaimer. I started this on Friday night and no I haven't baked a single thing in the days since.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Online Blog Tour

I'm lucky enough to be part of the online blog tour for Illuminations of the Heart, a fabulous new novel by Joyce DiPastena. I would love for all of you to have the chance to win the novel. To do so, just leave a comment on the review, you don't have to comment today, just sometime before the contest is over. The best part is that you can enter more that once by clicking on the reviews that other people have done, or will do, and commenting there.

London Magnetic Poetry

For my birthday Megan, gave me a set of London Magnetic Poetry that I brought to work. I've been having fun creating new ones each morning, but realized only I was getting to enjoy my brilliance. :) Over the last couple of days I've been updating my gchat status, but why not post them here as well.

London history understands me
amble find boy explore his charm
double crossed my chum need pint
posh garden gets crisp umbrella
grey fog alights bitter love

Monday, August 10, 2009

Meant to be

I know I haven't updated my blog in a while. It's not that I haven't written anything over the last couple of months, I have, I just haven't finished them. :) One day soon.

Yesterday at church I had this wonderfully ironic moment. As I was getting ready to sit down at the beginning of sacrament I heard somebody saying "Amy, I thought I saw you earlier!" I turned around to see Callie, one of the girls I went to London with, and who I haven't seen in years. As we caught up, the conservation turned to London and the brilliant times we had there and how much we miss it. As the speakers we started we found out that they had just returned from serving as the London South Mission President, references to that country were peppered throughout the meeting. An old study abroader and a meeting about England, I don't think that it was a coincidence. :)

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Land That I Love

I don't know what it is about DC that makes me want to wear red, white and blue all the time, work on Capitol hill, walk around telling everybody I'm American all while renewing my love for history. The recent trip to DC was really great and I loved sharing it with good friends. Here are the highlights of a very packed trip.

Flew into DC. Flying in over the city at night was beautiful. Plus I had the neat experience of sitting next to a girl who was just flying in from Russia to work for the next four months. As I talked to her, I was so glad that I would have friends to share this trip with and that I didn't have to do everything by myself. Linds picked me up and took me back to her place where we were able to catch up. As we sat there talking, it felt like we were back in Freshman year having one of our late night chats.

Air and Space Museum

The morning was spent at the Air and Space Museum (the most visited museum in the world). It was so much fun to go with someone who loves science, Megan's brother Kevin, and who was able to give more details than the little placards afforded. Plus the flight simulator was fabulous, even if we did spend most of our time upside down. I did learn though that it's hard to fly with one hand and keep my skirt down with the other.

Emily, Megan and I in front of the Wright Flier flown at Kitty Hawk.

With the three person spaceship module. We thought it was kind of fitting.

Actually, one of my favorite parts of the Air and Space museum is the displays about the two world wars.

I may be in DC but that doesn't mean I turned off my British radar :)
Entrance to the WWII display.

American History Museum
I think by far this is my favorite museum in DC. I could lose myself in there for hours and still feel like I there was so much more to see. They have redone the exhibits since I was last there and the changes were incredible and may have made me slightly emotional. :) I'm glad that they've preserved the star spangled flag, and fixed the preservation mistakes made from the past, so that my children one day will be able to see first hand the symbol that has survived has inspired so many people. I thought the exhibit devoted to all of the wars that we've fought in and how gave a great overview on why we fought and what we hoped to accomplish. But by far the highlight was the new Lincoln exhibit to celebrate the 250th anniversary of his birth. Lincoln really was one of the most incredible men this world has ever seen. I am still amazed at the obstacles he was faced with and how he was able to overcome them with such believe in God and a higher power to direct him. Like all of us he had his flaws, but he never let those get in the way of what he thought he needed to do in life. At the end of the exhibit they had a timeline of how he aged during the years he was President and to see the toll the war took on him was shocking to see. When the war ended he really look like an old man.

Abraham Lincoln's Top Hat

While Emily and Megan went to the Holocaust Museum, I went to Georgetown with Lindsay. Everyone should go to the Holocaust Museum once, but for me once was enough. Georgetown is beautiful. I would love one day to live on a cobblestone street lined with trees and great architecture. We ate dinner on the warf before a twilight boat ride down the Potomac. I loved watching the monuments light up as the night sky darken. We finished up the night with cupcakes from Georgetown Cupcakes with Then cupcakes from Georgetown Cupcakes. If you ever go the lemon one was the all around favorite.

A street in Georgetown.

Linds and I on the pier.

Lindsay and I on the Georgetown Wharf with the Kennedy Center lit up in the background.

Lincoln Memorial from the cruise.

Trying to get a good picture of the two of us.

Linds with the Washington Memorial in the background.

The Washington Memorial.

The bridge that connects Arlington to the Mall.

The Washington Monument and Lincoln Memorial.
I spent Friday night at Megan's brother's house. I think one of the highlights of that night was that at like one in the morning, Emily and I can hear this noise. Shushu shushu and I finally get up to investigate. And since I can't see more than 10 feet without my glasses on I probably wasn't the smartest person to look out window. Finally I'm able to make out some man in the yard below. At first I can't tell what he's doing and why he's standing under our window. Then I realize that he's bending over something--sanding. He's sanding something at one in the morning! Are you serious? Who sands at that time? Once we realized what was going on, Emily and I got the giggles and every time he started sanding again we would break out into laughter.

I love Gettysburg. The immortal word of Abraham Lincoln still move me to this day and I think accurately sum up my feelings of being there.

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

For me coming to Gettysburg is a reminder of the charge I have to carry out their legacy. That I live my life so that I am making this country better.
One of the great thing about our trip was having a guide in the car with us as we traversed the park. It was great to be able to follow the path of the battle and to be able to live it chronology. Doing so, I was able to get a better feel for how the battle went and the hardship and the miracle it was the North pulled out a victory. They've added a new visitors center since the last time I was there and the diorama of the battle is moving. When it was shown to battle survivors years later they said that it was so lifelike that it transported them back to the battle.

Megan, Emily and I in front of the Visitor's Center

Standing in one of the battlefields.

Not so fun highlight of the day. Being dropped off at the metro, only to realize that I don't have my phone with me (I left it at Megan's brother's house), I don't have anybody's numbers, and I'm not sure exactly where Lindsay lives. After about ten minutes of wandering around Lindsay's neighborhood, I was able to find the right house.
Linds and I went to a couple of parties, and it was funny/ironic/strange to realize that if you are single no matter where you live that is what you do on a Friday night--you go to parties and create small talk. The only thing that was different about these parties is that everybody either worked for the state department, on the hill, or in one of the many museums which meant that they had a first hand view of the current events that were talking place.

Sunday in DC is wonderful because it is so peaceful as the city takes on almost a quiet and relaxed feel.
I went with Lindsay to her singles ward, and it was fun to run into people I know. The church really is small. Linds and I then meet up with Megan, Emily, Megan's brother Kevin and his wife Dana at Arrlington. I am always so amazed at the reverence that is shown there. How people are deathly, bad pun, silent.

Changing of the Guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Solider.

The changing of the Guards at the Tomb of the Unknown Soliders

At President Kennedy's Grave

This picture would make you think that I'm standing in front of a famous grave, I'm not.

The view from Arlington House

In front of the Women in War Memorial.

I was so glad to see the efforts of the women who fought recognized. I think they are often an overlooked demographic when it comes to military recognition.

The general section, or at least that is what I called it. Some of those tombstones were huge!

I just loved the symbolism of the flag flying.

The Ampitheater and it's beautiful architectural details.

Sunday evening was monument time. We walked from one end of the tidal basin to the other and then from one end of the mall to the other. Let's just say it was a lot of walking, but so beautiful. I loved siting on the steps of the Jefferson Memorial and watching the sun set across the tidal basin.

Megan, Emily and I looking out over the tidal basin. And yes it takes a special person to line up in front of the Washington Monument perfectly so that I can have it sticking out of my head. :)

On the steps of the Jefferson Memorial.

Jefferson Memorial

The sun setting over the tidal basin.

The sun setting on the Jefferson Memorial.

The Washington Monument from different points along the tidal basin.

The Jefferson Memorial from along the tidal basin.

FDR Memorial

Megan and I standing in line for the soup kitchen. I hope this is the closest I'll ever get to having to do this.

Linds and I in front of the first waterfall at the FDR memorial.

Lincoln Memorial


Geting ready to head into Mount Vernon.

If I had a view like this, I would spend every night in these chairs.

Flowers from the Mount Vernon Gardens.

I really wanted to paddle boat the tidal basin. It was something I had wanted to do last time I was in DC that I didn't get to do. It was beautiful and so relaxing, granted it may have been relaxing since Em and Megs were the ones to do most of the work. :)

The group shot. It only took us like 10 tries to get all three of us in it.

Of course I had to take pictures of the monuments from the paddle boats. :)

The Library of Congress. This picture doesn't give the whole story as to how packed it actually was.
Word to the wise. Don't go there right before closing.

Lindsay and I then spent the evening on the Mall after having dinner at one of the East Coast Chains and getting cupcakes from a great cupcake place. As we got to the Capitol, the Navy military band was playing and how more perfect can that be? To listen to patriotic music on the steps of the capitol overlooking the mall. If that doesn't stir feelings of patriotism I don't know what would.

The Capitol

The sun setting over the Mall.

After the concert.
Last day :( and of course it we were super busy as we were trying to fit everything in before we left. Because I needed to catch the bus to the airport from downtown, I had to bring my luggage in with me in the morning. And since the trains were super slow because their had been an accident the night before, I ended up walking/ running almost a mile with my bags so that I could get my luggage dropped off before we had to be at our nine o'clock Capitol tour. Of course, I get to the Capitol on-time only to find that there had been a bomb scare and we had to wait for almost an hour to get into the Capitol.

Inside the Rotunda.

Architectural details

When I was little I had always wanted to work in the Capitol. Maybe that will still happen one day.
No, that is not an Indian on the top. The statue is actually called Freedom, but she does happen to be wearing a headdress of feathers.

After the Capitol we raced to the Library of Congress. You can get a special library card that allows you to check out books in the reading room. Think of the selection of books I would have at my hand with that card? I may never leave the building.

Utah have the mountains for directions, DC has the Washington Monument. And the view from the top can't be beat.

Flag around the base. I think we decided there were 50 of them.
Proudly holding our tickets, after I had just run down the hill to get the. (I forgot that we had to redeem them BEFORE we got to the monument).

Waiting in line.

It would have been great if we could have had some of the background behind us, but those pictures didn't turn out.

The one Washington institution that we didn't see, The White House. This was the closest I got to it this trip.

I didn't have enough pictures of this monument already, so I needed one more. I think this one is great because you can see the two types of stones used really well.

Last time I came with my family, I really wanted to do the Duck Tour. The whole idea of a car that could go into the water sounded like so much fun and so decided to book myself one that I was would do while everybody was in the Holocaust Museum. Plans didn't go as scheduled and I found myself needing to do it on the last day of the trip. Our tour for the Washington Monument was at noon and my ducks tour was at one. We finally get down from the monument at 12:30 and I'm supposed to be at Union Station, which is 2 miles away, at 12:50 to board. So I start off jogging. I get about one block before my ankle, notice the ankle brace in all the pictures starts killing me. Figuring that running probably isn't the best option, I start speed walking. Eventually the walking turns into me hobbling very quickly. Right before one, I'm still about a block away from Union Station and can see my tour bus all loaded and in line to get out. And now that I'm that close I start running again and the bus starts to pull away and all I can think about it how I've run that whole way for nothing. Luckily somebody on the bus realizes that I'm running to catch the bus and they wait for me. I get onto the bus to settle in for our 2 hour tour, only to realize that I have no water in my water bottle because I had to remove it for the Capitol tour. Let's just say it was a long tour and I probably wasn't in the best of moods to enjoy it because all i could think about was that I needed water. When they get it out into the Potomac, they allow people to drive it. While it was all kids that volunteered, I have to admit that I came super close to asking if I could. By the time I got off the tour, I realized that I could barely walk and I still had to get myself to the airport. Because I could barely walk, I ended up missing the bus I needed and I had to wait an extra half an hour which put me at the airport just as my plane was boarding. If I hadn't been able to have skipped to the front of the security line I would have never made it. And there was a part of me that would have loved to miss my flight and stay an extra day, or two, in DC.

You can't really tell, but this is me sweaty and nasty after running two miles.

DC was wonderful. When can I go back?