so this weekend, i went with my parents up to camp verde, az. we got up at 6:30 in the morning to go out hiking in the desert and doing some geocaching, which my dad is really into.
i know what you're thinking--amy, getting up early, to do physical activity...in nature? obviously you're perplexed, because all of these things are so contrary to my fundamental principles. it's a new day, people. a new day. not really, because i still hate getting up early, doing physical activity, and nature and i have yet to form a really close bond, considering most of the sounds coming out of my mouth during the hike were "ew," "oh my gosh...", "ahhh!!", and various forms of whimpering.
like the one time my dad decided to play a joke that there was a rattlesnake next to us. which was especially funny since i had grilled him on the way there about what to do if i saw one. if screaming and peeing my pants was the standard procedure, i passed with flying colors. just kidding, of course i didn't scream.
then we kept finding these little burrow holes in the ground with which my dad was fascinated, saying that "ant lions" lived in them. right? we couldn't ever get one to come out, so i was forced to go home and google it to see if it really existed. it does, and it looks like THIS: SO GLAD THAT THINGS THAT LOOK LIKE THIS EXIST. NOT.
also, there were bugs that sounded like the first part of this led zeppelin song. i kid you not. just imagine hearing that aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhAH! in nature.
all in all, it was a great day for some fambly bonding, and my dad was able to find his milestone cache. way to go, pops!
i decided it was time to try and go to bed around 1 a.m. then i proceeded to lay in my bed until about 4:15. then i got pretty hungry and mad that i wasn't asleep. so then i ate some pasta and sat at my kitchen table for a half an hour, still mad about not being asleep but feeling good about not being hungry anymore.
oh, did i mention that i'm going on a mission in 22 days? i feel pretty great about that.
i have no idea what the crap is going on with pretty much everything else in my life, but at 4:59 a.m., it's not really having too much of an effect on me. actually, i don't think too much is currently having an effect on me considering i just spent the last half hour contentedly staring at my kitchen cupboards. when i finally do fall asleep, i'll probably wake up and delete this post, because i'm pretty sure it's worthless.
mom: "do you want some lunch?" me: "nah i'm not really hungry right now." mom, indignantly: "well did you eat breakfast?" me: "...yes." mom, skeptical: "what did you have?" me: pause, "cheese, a haagen dazs bar, and a tortilla." (run away) mom: "AMY!!!"
so i went on a date with my dad last week to go see a production of "les misérables." describe it in one word, you ask? 
not really, because i still hate getting up early, doing physical activity, and nature and i have yet to form a really close bond, considering most of the sounds coming out of my mouth during the hike were "ew," "oh my gosh...", "ahhh!!", and various forms of whimpering. 
which was especially funny since i had grilled him on the way there about what to do if i saw one. if screaming and peeing my pants was the standard procedure, i passed with flying colors. just kidding, of course i didn't scream. 
right? we couldn't ever get one to come out, so i was forced to go home and google it to see if it really existed. it does, and it looks like THIS: 
SO GLAD THAT THINGS THAT LOOK LIKE THIS EXIST. NOT. 
