Well, Kotzebue either for that matter.
I'm in the "city." I saw the sun again. I see trees and smell cut grass. I had to put a seatbelt on and drive the car over 25 miles per hour!
I went out to eat at a restaurant not owned by Koreans.
I spent a lot of money. Oh, oops, scratch that last one honey...I didn't really! ;)
But the best of all...I was RECOGNIZED! I mean, seriously. I had a real live fan. Not a computer screen name! (Thank you for filling my head with hot air by the way, it was AWESOME, even if I did say, "Pretend you didn't see me drink a glass of wine!" What I MEANT to say was, "Oh, HI, nice to meet you too. How are you? I am doing great! Why, yes, I am totally going to blog about this!" So, let's just pretend that I did ok!?)
So, I was eating at the Spenard Roadhouse. (Very good, in case you were wondering, and not just cause I don't really have anything to compare it to. Even if I did, it would still be good!) While Elsa and I were leaving, a nice young woman said, "Oh, excuse me, I just wanted to say Hi, I was sort of excited when I saw you, cause I TOTALLY READ YOUR BLOG!" (Yes, this IS me giving you PROPS!) I seriously felt like a celeb! Does this mean I have to fix my hair or put on some makeup? I hope not cause I like sleeping till fifteen minutes prior to going to work...
Well, Hello world! Oh, and I LOVE you too. (As long as you're not an environmentalist who's sole intent is to stop us savage natives from killing seals! or Mice...cause it ain't gonna happen.)
Oh, and by the way, I would like to take this time to say that it is SO not my fault if I come home with several yards of new fabric. It is extremely hard to practice self control at the Super JoAnn Fabric store when you go all summer without seeing any new fabric. I mean, that's like taking an alcoholic with a credit card to Brown Jug wharehouse. Ok, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
More Grants Management tomorrow...THEN its my sonny boy's FIRST high school race! He runs Cross Country tomorrow in Seward and then at Bartlett High on Saturday and YES, I will be that mother screaming for her son and every one else's kids too that I know! Whoop, Whoop, GO HUSKIES!