Day 28

WARNING: Please mind sketchy business card picture.
While returning to Athens today (YESSS!) I made a slight detour to get my eyebrows threaded at my favorite Indian salon. I learned about it from my friend Nutan and I've been hooked ever since. I'm always shocked at the response that threading gets from some of my friends (usually it's not a positive one). To each her own opinion. Mine on threading...it's awesome. It's safer than waxing. It's cleaner than waxing. It's more precise. It doesn't hurt all that much (anytime you're pulling/ripping hair off of your face it's not going to feel like a walk in the park). It's really quick. And it's cheap!

Day 27

I like to eat healthy. I watch labels. When I was picking out syrup for my dad I saw the one that said "no high fructose corn syrup!" and I thought that'd be a great choice. I got it, paid, and headed out the door. When I got home I went to go read the ingredients to see what replaced the high fructose corn syrup.



Yup. Corn syrup replaced the high fructose corn syrup. Solid.

Day 26

I had to do some errand running for my dad. We stopped at a particularly sketchy BBQ place for lunch, as those tend to be the best. It wasn't fab, but it was certainly entertaining!

Day 25

One of my activities while at home was cleaning out closets. When I got to my closet I came across 10 polo shirts from my four year stint at the FFA-FCCLA Camp. 10 unflattering, wool-blanket weight polo shirts. After my fourth summer I counted upwards of forty t-shirts from my summers there. Those featured in the picture were ones taken from the drawer closest to me that I tossed in the pic. I've left FFA camp shirts in Ghana, South Africa, Mozambique, Costa Rica...and I still have plenty to work with. The polos never traveled with me though. It was great summer after summer having extras on hand, and they took up far too much room and weight in the suitcase to travel. So where did they end up? Goodwill in Hiram. And I have more room in my closet. A win-win situation.

Day 24

Adding to the enjoyment of being home, I soon found out that a rat had made its way into the house. My dad's roommate had set up a humane-trap that had not caught anything. Cue Lowe's trip. I wasn't interested in the catch-and-release traps, I wanted one where death was guaranteed. This one used the phrase, "considerable force." Works for me! My view on bugs/vermin inside is that if they choose to come inside, they've forfeited there right to life (ask my roommates about my roach and moth killing skills. Or intensity). I happily leave them alone outside--it's where they belong! Inside...not so much. End note-rat was caught the morning after I set up the trap. Success.

Day 23

I really don't like to note when the day matches my mood (kinda cliche), but the weather really fit my mood upon day one of many in Douglasville. Before continuing to run errands I stopped at Chick-fil-A to pick up some tea (my preferred caffeine source these days) and I noticed there billboard. What was there coffee before? A Folgers blend?

Day 22

I do a lot of "sitting"-home, pet, and child. On Friday evening I was baby-sitting for one of my favorite families. When the little girl suggested playing Monopoly I was quickly on board. Somehow, while playing my brain took a break. Example one--after going around the board once she declared, "we're done!" I said, "no we're not!" She said, "That's how my mommy and daddy play," and I said, "well let's keep going." For almost 45 minutes. Example two--I got beat. Badly. I wasn't playing to let her win. She would land on a square and I'd say, do you want to buy it? And her answer was always yes. During my turns I landed on all of her properties and/or jail with almost every turn. Ever since playing I really want to bust out my monopoly board (Disney edition) and play.