December 24, 2009

taipans schmaipans, it's the cattle you gotta watch out for

Last week, Vincent and I went to Barrington Tops to stay at a rainforest/cattle farm retreat. I wanted to see koalas and platypi and Vincent...well, he wanted me to be happy. But apparently it's quite rare to see koalas and platypuses in the wild, so we had to settle for some very cute and curious possums and a brush turkey. There were also quite a number of rosellas flying around which made me happy*.

We did lots of hiking on really wild and crazy trails. One through a gorgeous rainforest/other kind of forest.


And another trail took us seriously up the cliff face of a mountain (well it wasn't really a cliff, but it was at least a 70% grade). The whole time, I was pretty sure I was going to fall off. I think Vincent was pretty sure I was going to fall off too.

But in the end it wasn't the steep mountain or the poisonous snakes that got me, it was the flippin' cattle. Yeah, you read me right. The flippin' ::insert expletive:: cattle. No one warns you about them because everyone is more concerned that you will get eaten by a giant crocodile or bit by a mini-spider with venom so strong you are unconscious in 5 seconds. Yes, they forget to tell you about the cows that are 1000kg and who will chase a poor girl down a gravel road on her early morning run. They forget to mention that these "docile" beasts are a curious sort and that they snort and have huge horns which they point at you when they have you surrounded with no escape. As a result, how does one know whether to run or to stay put? Does eye contact propose a challenge? Questions, questions--all of which were running through my head alongside flashes from my former life as an un-trampled and alive PhD student.

So, my advice to you friends is that when you come to visit, don't worry about the taipans, don't worry about the salt-water crocs or the great whites. Don't even worry about funnel-web spiders killing you in your sleep. Really, the only thing you gotta worry about is the cattle.


* Although not as happy as I would've been if I saw a koala or a platypus.

December 20, 2009

linzi makes pasta?

My awesome friends George and Agnes got me a super cool make-you-own-pasta machine (because they secretly have faith in my ability to learn how to cook food). This was then supplemented with some extra parts by an acquaintance of mine down the street. In the hopes that I could actually make some home-made pasta for Vincent's parents come to visit (which is tomorow by the way), I went ahead and gave my pasta-making-aptitude a try out.

1. Mix eggs and salt with flour.

2. Knead the resulting dough.

3. I said KNEAD IT!

4. After leaving the dough for 15 or 20 minutes, take bits of it through 'The Flattener' several times.

5. Put these flattened strips then through pasta shape maker of your choice. I decided to go with a fettucini-like style:

8. After the noodles have dried- cook as usual!

Both Bec and Vincent ate some and BOTH went back for seconds. I cried a little.

November 26, 2009

Where's the mo? Oh! THERE's the mo!

let's play a game.


Look at this photograph. What was not here (there) a week ago?

I'll give you a hint. One of the things involves facial hair. And the other involves permission to live and work in Australia because of me.

The week has ended well.

November 22, 2009

welcome to Tierra Santa.

Last week was stressful. I am not going to go into details because they are depressing and awful and annoying and ridiculous.

Instead, look at the souvenir George brought me back from Argentina!

This superbly crafted plastic mug depicts the Parque Tierra Santa in Buenos Aires. Literally: Park Holy Land. Yup, you guessed it: Argentina boasts the only Jesus-themed amusment park in the world. Sigh. I always miss out on all the fun. It has shows and plastic oxen and plaster palm trees and mechanical angels. But on top of that awesomeness, a 18 meter (60 foot) statue of Jesus is resurrected every hour. I'm not making this up-- watch it happen here.

I can say no more.

The world has outdone itself.

Thank you George for brightening an otherwise horrendous week!

P.S. the coffee I drank out of my mug this morning was absolutely divine.

November 4, 2009

Whew. The mayhem all started a few weeks back with the Australian Beer Festival. We* decided to give Australian beer another go (even though it didn't deserve it) and sacrifice our day drinking sips of Australia's most prestigious specialty beers. That night ended at the Waterloo with the purple lady singing to a jolly tune and Harry, a very enthusiastic local, being invited to Mary and Toby's wedding next year (even though I'm not sure they'll follow through--they're heartbreakers, those two). I also vaguely remember meeting a guy who is doing his PhD on why America is so awesome and his friend doing his masters on why koalas don't make good lunch meat**.

Next was a sobering week filled with reading and writing and data annotation and all those linguistic-y activities that I love so much. But since the weather is starting to not be ridiculous (although as I say this the temperature has dropped like 25 degrees), Vincent and I headed out last weekend to Sculpture by the Sea 2009--an art exhibition along the coast from Bondi to Tamarama. My favorite were the dominos and the stick sculptures. And maybe the little guy looking out to sea. And the huge wrist-watch. And...and...

Then Bec got home from overseas.
And yesterday, I went with her to the annual Flame Free Melbourne Cup Lunch at the Rose. I won 8 WHOLE dollars in the sweeps. Great food. Great company. What a lovely way to spend a Tuesday!

Now it's time to get back to work--I am presenting about sign language lexicography at an upcoming conference. Because, as you all know, that's my specialty***.

* "We" being the Germans and the Kiwis mostly, save me, the lone American and Kat, the lone Australian

** The details are a bit fuzzy.

*** Along with medical interpreting.

October 16, 2009

one...two...three....GO!

For something new and exciting I joined the Concorde Triathlon Club. They host a season of aquathons (swim + run events) around the Bay area. Our first event was a 200m swim, 5k (or so) run, 300 m swim. I didn't die and I even got an honourable mention in the newsletter! Check it out!

October 14 – First Aquathon at Drummoyne Pool – Everyone races well and safely - congratulations

Our first aquathon of the season got under way under a threatening sky and cool and blustery conditions. Despite the weather, we had an excellent turn-out with 32 competitors setting off for the Brent Street Single event.

Again it was great to see many new (and I must say anxious) faces awaiting the starters gun. However, to be expected, with so many having a go for the first time with CTC without having seen one of the aquathons before. To that end, a big welcome to: Julie, Cathy, Tim, Fiona, Rosemary, Bianca, Vicki, Pauline, Sam(uel), Fiona, Mike, Steph, Steve, Brad, Helen, Nathan, Lindsay, Beccie, Dan, Anthonys, Phillip and Georgie who raced with us for the first time last night. We trust you enjoyed the experience and we will see you at more races this season.
...

Group 2 set off 8 minutes later. First home in this group was ‘Slim’ Jim Kirkpatrick - showing the benefits of some sneaky personal training in the off season. Well done Jim - looking good. Group 3 next week can be your reward! Jim was closely followed by Mike who is also a member of our sister tri club - Balance.
This group also contained our recent acquisition from Georgia USA - Lindsay, who managed to post a very respectable time despite a relaxed approach to her transitions. Leaving “room for improvement” as she noted later.
Another import - Beccie from the UK , raced hard becoming the first female home overall. Well done Beccie. Special mention in this group also goes to Anna who is showing off some new running form this season.
...
So a great effort to all who competed. Conditions weren’t easy. That head wind out made life tough for all competitors. (Wait till summer however guys, the prevailing wind is usually a North Easterly, which means you are running back into it!). The breezy conditions also made it hard for Marshals - in particular Brett, who apparently was almost was blown away with all his equipment on more than one occasion.

Next week’s event is the Duke Avenue Single; a 500m swim followed by 5.6k run. (Those concerned about their swimming might think about having a practice run over the weekend!).

At the time of writing, the long range forecast is for very warm conditions - 30 degrees. Hope to see you all there. Until then - train well.

Steve Nielsen

I guess that means I better get to the pool before next week. 500 meters, yeah--that's going to be "interesting."

October 6, 2009

road trip + wine = the hunter valley



don't worry, George was our fearless and gracious DD. Thank you George.

September 23, 2009

morning orange!


I woke up to million mile per hour winds and an orange Sydney this morning.
Yum.

Read more.

September 16, 2009

well, i'll be

Meet my Gerbera, who decided to grace me with her presence a YEAR after I got her; My croton--and his Dr. Seuss leaves; and me and Vincent's Pot Belly Fig-- who's just too cool for school.

kangaroos love them some low-fly fuel dumps

I went to Queensland last weekend with George.

We saw kangaroos hopping around.

We saw a spectacular fireworks show.

And we saw a fighter jet do a low-fly over the city...where it dumped its fuel and set it on fire.

As you do.

Oh yeah--we also did a medical interpreting workshop*, held focus groups with the deaf community**, collected data for our PhDs**, and provided an information session about the Medical Signbank**.

* I know, you can laugh--I certainly did
** Note that these activities were conducted in Auslan (small applause for Lindsay please)

August 30, 2009

if you're looking for a whale of a time....

Bec, Vincent, I, George, Agnes, and Emily went on the Ocean Dreaming yesterday in pursuit of migrating Humpback whales.
And the whale-gods were definitely on our side because we didnt' even leave Sydney Harbour for five minutes when we met up with a pod of three Humpbacks meandering back to their homes in the south.
(can you see the one under the water--huge!)
And even luckier for us, they weren't in any hurry to be anywhere so they hung out and "mugged"* our boat a few times! Incidentally, when the first mugging was occuring another whale-watching boat came up right next to us--which is illegal and it really irritated our whale-master-guide-driver. However, to make lemonade out of lemons--it did give us a good view of how big whales really are! 'Massive' is one word that comes to mind.
We had such a lovely time! And I think the consensus is that if any of you come to visit--we'll be happy to take you too, because it's really worth it to go again...and again. :)
Here are a few other photos our new whale friends! They tell the story better than I can...

(note-this was taken by a member of the Ocean Dreaming staff--he had a waaaay better camera than we did, so Bec bought me the photos he took for my birthday! THANKS BEC!)

See the full lot of photos here!

* a mugging occurs when a whale swims right up to a boat so that it can't use its motors (we wouldn't want to hurt the fellow). The law says that it is illegal to approach a whale closer than 100m, but if it swims up to you--you must turn off your motors so not to harm the anima

August 18, 2009

for those of you considering taking a hike in the royal national park

Be advised: This post is (necessarily) long due to the dramatic and harrowing adventure being recounted. Some portions may be unsuitable for children and some adults.

A week or so ago I convinced Vincent that we should go hike the Coast Walk, a 23-26km (14-16 miles) trail that meanders along the coast as part of the Royal National Park. I had been tipped off to this “day trip” by a WeekendNotes email that said it was a gorgeous hike full of beautiful everything. I was sold. The email also said that the hike can be completed in one day by fit people, even though many choose to camp-out overnight and make it a weekend away. I put it down on the calendar for Saturday; afterall, I don’t camp and Vincent and I are “fit” people. Or so I thought. This proves to be the first of many mis-calculations made by me on this trip.

The second mis-calculation occurred as we bought train tickets. I had explained to the ticket-seller-man that we wanted to get off at Cronulla but would be returning from Otford because we’d be walking the Coast Walk in between. His reply, “You can’t walk that trail in one day. It’s impossible.” As I think back now, perhaps I should have taken his warning more seriously. But at the time, I just calmly explained that my sources said otherwise and that we were in a hurry to catch our train.

After the train ride and ferry to Bundeena we made our way to the start of the trail. The day was sunny and crisp—perfect for our hike! We started at 10:30 in the morning (after taking a short detour down the wrong trail) and were immediately greeted with a gorgeous skyline of Sydney! Also, I had already started to notice some lovely little birds coloured in bright yellow, black, and white. They seemed to follow along with us, twittering among the wildflowers. “This is going to be a great day,” I thought to myself. The trail headed straight to the coast—well, at least to the very high, sheer cliffs separating us from the ocean. So, SO beautiful. The ocean here is crystal green and blue and when the waves slam into the rocks below they’d break into the whitest white. If we had just seen this view over and over the whole day, I would have been happy.

After some time, we started our first descent—to Marley beach. The water looked pretty inviting, but unfortunately we still had a long hike ahead and didn’t have time for a dip (and let’s be real, there’s no way on the planet I would have gotten into that water anyway—WAY too cold and WAY too many deadly animals swimming around. Vincent however was a little disappointed). This is where we discovered how hard it is to “hike” across golden-sandy beaches. This is also when I first started to get anxious about how fast we were walking compared to how far we had to go. This nagging apprehension would only manifest over the course of the day ultimately testing Vincent’s patience with my Type-A personality (otherwise known as the personality that likes to ensure survival from the harsh elements of the natural world—why do you think I don’t camp-out?).

In spite of this, the scenery was breathtaking (both figuratively and literally). We trekked up mountains, down mountains, up more mountains, down more mountains—winding our way through all kinds of forests, over pristine beaches, climbing our way back up more cliffs that were placed there just to challenge our understanding of the concept of “being fit.”

We reached Wattamolla in about 2.5 hours. Vincent and I took a rest gazing at the ocean eating our sandwiches contemplating the second half of our trek. Could we make it in time? The sun, we reckoned, would set around 5:30 or so—leaving us 4.5 hours to go 15kms. With no time to waste, we headed onward—leaving all the Asian tourists and families with little babies to their cars and amenities—like toilets—for the open trail. Picking up the pace we made our way into new scenery—a bit away from the ocean through this kind of bush-forest. We were sure we were going to see snakes—but I guess it’s still a bit cold for them, thank whoever-I-need-to-thank-for-that. Even though all seems peachy, I (and hopefully Vincent) was really starting to get worried about finishing before dark. We kept seeing different mile markers and we never knew how fast we were going. The cliffs we kept having to walk over instead of around was one sure factor for our slow progress—but I mean come on, we had to look around some of the time too, or the whole trip would be a waste. We started walking faster though…and it started getting hotter. The mountains kept getting steeper and bigger. I was getting tired. And we still had hours to go.

Then we reached Garie and environs. Full of little shoddy cabins—Garie would have been a perfect stopping place for the day. Right at a gorgeous beach with a canteen—sigh, what were we thinking?! Did I mention it was really hot, and we had been hiking for like four hours? As we started scaling this grassy “hill” cursing mother nature—Vincent came across our first bit of land-dwelling wildlife: an echidna!!!! These ridiculous creatures are awesome and I have been wanting to find one in the wild since I got here. The poor thing though was scared out of her mind and just froze in the grasses—so we couldn’t get a look at her face. I considered picking her up—but for all I know echidnas can spit fatal saliva or some crazy nonsense. So we left her alone—and moved forward, our spirits just a bit higher.

Our good mood abruptly, and I mean abruptly, ended when we descended to the next beach. Do you know what a masked lapwing is? Vincent or I must have gotten too close to his/her nest, because before I knew it Vincent was running like mad and screaming for me to follow him. I didn’t even see the bird. I did see his shadow when he’d attack me from behind, swooping a few centimetres from my head. We were on a beach! What kind of birds have nests in the middle of a beach!? I kept running—it was so hard on the soft sand. I didn’t know what to do. My legs were going to quit soon and I knew then I’d be dead (this may be a slight exaggeration). The bird flew so fast…I couldn’t breathe. Vincent turned around and stopped running—I fell to a halt trying to catch a breath—then as I looked up I saw his face change. He screamed, “No, he’s coming back! Run Lindsay!” I grabbed my jacket and started waving it in circles above my head—I wanted to cry—I couldn’t make it to the end of the beach. I was ready to just crumple to the ground and brace for impact when the crazy bird decided we had enough and went back to his nest. Have you seen Land of the Lost when Will Ferrell is running from the T-rex? That was us. In all of the same zigzag glory.

When we reached the end of the beach—I had had about enough. Just in time for another mountain to scale. And we had lost the trail—it disappeared amongst all the petite cottages that we were not spending the night in. I stopped to ask a group of beer and wine-drinkers if they knew where to the trail was, and a god-honest Aussie in his budgie-smugglers with his plastic glass of white happily pointed us in the right direction (while trying to convince us to stay for a beer).

Now, we had 6-10 kms to go and only a few more hours of daylight. To put it simply, we started booking it. We hurried through a scary forest of huge palm trees over some more mountains through trenches up to our shoulders (all the while questioning if we were going the right way). The signs stopped and we found ourselves squinting to find our way through the darkening sky. I, at this point, was freaking out. Vincent stayed positive—but maybe he was just trying to prevent me from having a meltdown—isn’t he just a great guy? I told him I was sorry I got him into this mess—and that if we ever made it, I would never ask him to do such a silly thing again. I reviewed my lack of research and cursed my various miscalculations throughout the day.

Needless to say, much of the beautiful scenery in the last K’s were lost on us—but that’s okay because the minute I saw the highway with cars on it I felt a kind of relief rush over me that I have rarely felt. This was a near-near death experience. I’m sure of it. We had hiked for 7.5 hours probably equalling over 28 kms (17 miles). We got to the deserted train station and waited in the freezing cold for two hours—but it didn’t matter, because we could make it back to our concrete jungle that we know and love so much.

Epilogue:
We couldn’t walk right for the next few days—I am so glad I take pilates now or I’d be in much worse shape. And I think an investment into proper hiking shoes could be beneficial. An adventure for sure, but Vincent suggested that we stick to exploring Sydney for the next few months. I agreed immediately. See the full adventure here in photos!

August 13, 2009

typical day at the office

This morning at work I passed a sign that read:
WARNING Explosive-powered tools in use KEEP OUT
And I thought magpies in the spring were scary.

August 10, 2009

What a lovely day to run to the beach...

Well folks, the largest running event on the planet has come and gone...fairly successfully, I might add. Vincent and I woke up early (but not as early as for the Bay Run) and headed our way to the city to meet our partners-in-running-crime, Isabelle and Erik. They, awesomely, live not far from the start line--which proved VERY useful when the bag-check proved a fiasco and we had to drop our stuff back at their apartment.

But no matter, we were destined to be awesome--and as the gatorade flowed through the streets....my shoes got very sticky and all the cups got caught up in everyone's stride. Wahoo! Race Day!

We started together. We did. But after about two minutes we lost each other--well, Isabelle and I lost Erik and Vincent. Boys. Sheesh. Whatever, it's hard to keep tabs on people when you're surrounded by thousands upon thousands of others.

*look at all the people by the church!

There was a rock band.

And Superman.

And Spiderman.

And Batman...wait, no batman, but we did see a superhero personal trainer, which should count for something (especially because Vincent and I saw him at last week's race too!).

I took some photos along the way--not that you can get any appreciation for the absolute chaos that was this race.
A nice man took my photo along the 11kms-ish mark. They couldn't believe I'd stop to take a photo. I explained that I never get to see this part of the city. And anyway, I'm not very fast.
There was a band playing a trombone, tuba, and a saxophone...I even think there were some really fluffy dogs nearby.

At the end, we got medals! MEDALS!

And miraculously, we all caught up with each other around the P-marker. This was my biggest worry because only one of us had a cell phone. (In reality, that was okay though b/c there were so many people the race advised that there'd be blackouts on cell phone use--and we all know how much that'd would irritate Lindsay if she ran 14kms (8.5 miles) with a phone and at the end couldn't use it).

The afternoon ended with greasy yakisoba and beer. Too good people, TOO GOOD.

A repeat is scheduled for next year. Please call ahead if you'd like to join.

August 3, 2009

The Bay Run 2009

Next weekend, Vincent and I, along with a couple friends, are running in the biggest road race on the earth!!!!!!!

As a mini-preparation for this insane, absolutely unprecedented race (there's going to be 75,000 people in it for cryin' out loud!) we decided to warm-up, if you will, with the 2009 Bay Run. This run, much milder and quiet in magnitude, runs 7 kms (4.35 miles) around a scenic and peaceful bay. It's also famous but only boasts a mere 1,500 participants. Much more my style.

So, I made Vincent get up very early on a Sunday and head down to Leichhardt. It was so cold. Even Vincent agrees. I couldn't feel my right arm or feet until half way through the race. (I have since bought super awesome warm socks for the run next week). Anyway, after a (ridiculously expensive) coffee/ hot chocolate we checked our bag and waited for the start gun.

The race was gorgeous, and the event was organised very well for a community fun run. Very pleased.

I ran well and Vincent ran better:
Out of the 1,465 that finished Vincent placed 100th overall and I, 595th. Then, amongst the boys Vincent placed 92/ 770 and out of the girls, I got 108/693. Not bad I don't think. Then out of our gender age groups--Vincent got 38/205 and I got 34/210. So, not a bad show after a last minute entry I don't think.

Yeah!
Stay tuned for next week's race--it's going to be CRAZY.

July 23, 2009

i want one!!!



sigh. aren't they just so lovely?

July 16, 2009

Chuppa Chups = Good Decisions.

While our internet was busy acting like a rebellious annoying pre-teen, I was very busy learning things from famous linguists and controversial bio-ethicists! Some of the highly enlightening facts from this week include:
Salvador Dali designed the Chuppa Chups logo.
Vegetarians who drive Suburbans use less energy and have a smaller emmissions footprint than meat-eaters who drive a Prius.

Ahem.

I think however, the most excellent idea from the past few days has been from Peter Singer who argues that the lifestyles of people living in rich countries (especially the US and Australia) are acts of aggression towards humanity and that they should be brought to justice.

Double ahem.

Therefore, the next time you are craving a steak, enjoy a Chuppa Chup instead. You can then congratulate yourself, because you have just helped curb humanity's effort towards extinction!

June 29, 2009

June 25, 2009

bananas for everyone!


Morford, J. P. & Macfarlane, J. (2003). Frequency characteristics of American Sign Language. Sign Language Studies, 3(2), p. 213-225.

June 17, 2009

No, Thank YOU Lorman.

-->Welcome to an online chat session at Bank of America. Please hold while we connect you to the next available Bank of America Online Banking Specialist. Your chat may be monitored and recorded for quality purposes. Your current wait time is approximately 0 minutes. You are currently 1 in queue. Thank you for your patience.
-->Thank you for choosing Bank of America. You are now being connected to a Bank of America Online Banking Specialist.

Lorman: Hello, my name is Lorman. Thank you for choosing Bank of America and our Online Banking Text Chat service. I'm here to assist you with your personal accounts today. May I have your name and zip code to begin?

Linzi: my name is lindsay ferrara. i live in australia. what zip code do you need?

Lorman: A very warm welcome to you! Lindsay. How may I assist you today?

Oh, I guess you don't REALLY need that information. Why, OH WHY did I just give you my real name?!!


Linzi: I am trying to wire money from australia to my bank of america checking account in the states

Lorman: I understand your concern. I will be glad to assist you regarding this.

This is certainly a concern, you took the words right out of my native English speaking mouth.


interlude: info for an incoming international wire transfer

Lorman: While not required to receive an incoming wire from an international source, it may be helpful to
provide this information to the sending party in case it is needed by their institution.

um.


Linzi: how do i know which BOA branch address to use?

Lorman: Let me quickly check that for you.

Linzi: thank you

Lorman: the branch address is 10775 N ORACLE RD, ORO, Valley AZ 857377015. Is there anything else that I can assist you with today?

Linzi: um

Lorman: I hope I was able to assist you in the best possible way. If you have any question, please feel free to contact us again any time. We are available 24 hours seven days a week. Thank you for being a valuable Bank of America customer.

Linzi: the address is not right. what is the city again?

Lorman: City is ORO, Valley. This the branch address.

Linzi: like BOA's headquarters?

Lorman: This is the address where your account was opened.

Linzi: no it was not. i have never lived in arizona before. am i supposed to use the address of the bank where i opened the account or am i supposed to use the address of the bank closest to my billing address?

Lorman: I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. Let me quickly check once again that for you.

Inconvience, why yes Lorman, I suppose it is somewhat of an inconvenience. Although, really, to be honest, it's only an inconvenience because now I don't believe one word you type and I'm going to have to go through this dreaded process again at some other time.


Lorman: I apologize for any confusion. The branch address is 722 H ST, NE Washington DC 20023697.

Linzi: that sounds better, thank you very much

Lorman: You are most welcome. I really appreciate your understanding in this matter.

It's okay Lorman, we have only ourselves to blame. If weren't so dang cheap, we could put out for some native speakers in our own country. But no matter-- I'm glad you have a job and can now afford an education and food for your family.

June 15, 2009

pretty colo(u)rs!




who had any idea that coloured lights were such a hit in this town... that's what happens when you're a million miles from everywhere :)

June 11, 2009

quote of the day

"New Guineans even regularly capture chicks of wild cassowaries (an ostrich-like large, flightless bird) and raise them to eat as a delicacy--even though captive adult cassowaries are extremely dangerous and now and then disembowel village people."
(Jared Diamond- during his discussion of humanity's domestication of animals in his new book "Guns, Germs, and Steel", p. 165)

Let that be a lesson to you. Cassowaries are undomesticatable and enjoy human bowels.

June 2, 2009

I made it...almost.

Georgia tried to kill me.

I swear.

I went out for a run the other day in Lincoln County, population 7. A simple out and back run from our lakeside cabin to the "main" road. I chose that route because the seven people that live in Lincoln county have probably never seen a pedestrian and I wanted to get back to Australia all safe and sound-like.

My precautions proved relevant but misguided.



Georgia, you may have won this battle, but the last laugh is on you because I'm on my way back to winter...MWAHAHAHAHA!

May 25, 2009

alligators schmalligators

I went "golfing" this morning with my dad, brother, and stepbrother. This entailed me driving a fancy golf cart while taking photographs of alligators and sedges of egrets. Viva South Carolina!


I also ran along the marsh, which was just LOVELY. My knee only hurt half the way! GO KNEE!

Tomorrow, I'm going to Augusta--my eternal nemesis. Bring it!