I'm not in Alaska. That is my 11-year-old daughter IN THE OCEAN. I paid $6 for those goggles and plastic snorkel set, and she is one happy kid.
The internet at our hotel costs a little more than $6 . . . they charge $15/day to hook up to the world-wide web. I don't know about you, but I find that obscene. Insulting. Abhorrent. Does the management not realize that entire cities offer free wifi? Seattle, New Orleans, and Mountain View, California, to name just a few. I refuse to pay such a ridiculous amount for something I can get for free at McDonald's, so I ambled up the road and am sitting here with a cold, refreshing Coca-Cola product in my hand. Thank you, McDonald's. Your pickles are gross, but your free wifi rules.
December kicked my rather small and shapely heinie. There was the usual chaos of my girls' end-of-the-semester activities. Add to that the writing course I took, which required a lot of time and mental energy. I'm pretty sure that writing is about the most difficult thing in the world for me, yet I enjoy it. Oh, how I struggled. Laughed. Cried. Vomited . . . well, almost. I was so nervous before the public reading that my professor required that I almost threw up. We can't forget about Christmas, and all that the holiday season involves. Toss in three severe windstorms that knocked trees down and left us without power for a couple days, and you've got one busy Kim. Let's not forget packing for the family vacation, which first required conquering the massive pile of laundry in front of the washer.
So, long story short, I am sunburnt but still alive.
Dinner last night: ono in orange sauce and encrusted with crushed macadamia nuts, hula pie (oh, my!)
Exactly two years ago: