Therapy

Walking is good for solving problems -
it's like the feet are little psychiatrists. ~Pepper Giardino

My life is too boring

Lately I've read a couple of books about an American families adventures growing up in the jungles of Peru. They lived with the Indians, like the indians for many years. They learned the language and the culture and the kids grew up feeling very at home in that culture. The books tell all kinds of stories about rafting and camping and "bright" ideas that they had. It does not sound particularly safe at all but it sounds exciting, eventful, and adventurous, and most of all DANGEROUS! Funny thing is it makes me want to go there and experience it. Yes, the book does point out how many times they almost died and how close they were to getting bit by snakes and how they did get attacked by bats and got hepatitis and polio and all kinds of things. The thing is they definately lived life to the fullest and didn't sit around bored. They took advantage of what God gave them and didn't waste it. Plus, all four kids (2 girls and 2 boys) lived through it all to adulthood. Thus, proving it can be done.

It's interesting timing seeing as a patient at work today told me his wife thought I was beautiful and too pretty to have hurt my finger (I was wearing my splint). Hmm, so I'm too pretty to have jammed a silly finger but I want to go and raft down rivers that indians have a hard time navigating through alive.

Well, to prove that I do the best that I can with what I have here in America I'm posting a picture of my scab from when I was swinging and it sent me airborne. See, I try my best to live on the edge. :) Notice though that the scab is heart shaped. Yes, even it was pretty. haha

Is it one or Two

How many napkins are there?

I didn't think I was in a hurry!

Me with wild afterswimming bangs

I enjoyed a nice relaxing 4th of July yesterday. Yesterday afternoon a couple of friends and I were planning to go swimming but the public pool was closed. So, Thomas let us come swim at his aparment complex. This random guy asked Thomas if we were Russian because he heard the "accent." We of course told him we had all grown up right here in town. He then pointed at me and said that I definately didn't look American and looked Russian to him. I controled my laughter and remained rather confused. It turns out he's Egyptian but moved to the states when he was 14.
Someone mentioned all of us had done some international travel so he told us that he'd like to visit "Israel, or Palestine someday." I bit my tongue. HARD!

Later I went out to some friend's house with my family and swam some more, road four-wheelers and ate BBQ. It was a rather wonderful day. Too bad I didn't get a tan or burn even without sunscreen.