Why you should accept my sister.

Dear Whomever Is Reading This Letter Of Recommendation,

I would like to recommend my sister, Carrie, for the Romance Languages program at your institution. Why, you ask? Well, where do I start... (I used bullet points so that you can clearly see the reasons).

1. She's a well-rounded person. Not only is she super smart, but she is hilarious and knows how to have fun. See exhibit A. This is an example of what she does in her spare time. (Don't worry, she doesn't really have rotten teeth. She has an entire mouthful of cavity free pearly whites).

Exhibit A

2. She is super creative and artsy. See exhibit 2. This is a photograph she composed.

Exhibit 2


3. She is honest.

She doesn't fart and pretend she didn't do it (like I do, I'll pull out a bottle of lotion and start spraying it everywhere)... she farts loud and proud!

4. She loves the farmers market. Come on now, have you ever met a person that loved the farmers market that wasn't incredibly awesome?

5. She plays the piano and might even write a song for you. She wrote a song for me, below are the lyrics:

"I loooooove YOU.... yes I DOooooooo. Yes I YES I DOOOOOOOOOOO!"

There are about 1,528 more reasons, but I should probably keep this to one page.

Thank you for your consideration. I just have to say that you would be SILLY not to accept her. SILLY SILLY SILLY.

Silly and Seriously Serious Sincere Regards,

Stephanie

Sometimes...

I just have no idea what people are saying...

You know those times when you cross paths with a stranger in the bathroom (for example) and they just start talking about random things and it's not really worth it to try and figure out exactly what is going on because you're almost done washing your hands anyway...? So you just give a friendly nod, maybe even a little "haha," and go about your way thinking, "What in the heck just happened??" I mean, I'm all about striking up conversations with strangers whenever I get the chance, but sometimes people just don't make sense.

Thanks for replacing my oatmeal (not)

I bought some bulk organic oatmeal at a local health food store a few weeks ago and noticed shortly after there were bugs flying around in it... so I obviously threw it away and... wala! The bugs were gone. I've been in the store twice now since and talked to a few people about it and all they say is "Haven't heard anything about that." "Hmmmm. Weird." No one apologizes, offers me a replacement or anything... so today I bought more oatmeal (from a different bin, of course), I said to the lady (after explaining what happened) ... "It would be great if you guys could replace it for me." She then proceeds to ring up the oatmeal, doesn't respond to me and I say "Welp, guess not."

Seriously?! They can't give me $1.38 worth of oatmeal or even really acknowledge that their food had bugs flying around in it? I just may never shop there again.

My question is... where was the library card??

I just read an article about a guy who walked to the library, buck naked.



Poor guy just wanted to take a weightless afternoon stroll in the fresh fall breeze and checkout a book from the local library in peace... for goodness sake! haha

The last line is hilarious to me for some reason...

Traveling to Montana = Must bring cowboy boots

I always take my cowboy boots everywhere I go... they've even been to Portgual, Spain, and Italy for goodness sakes! They are my most comfortable footwear (maybe even more comfortable than my running shoes) and, in my opinion, are super fashionable AND... they are just me. I glanced at them sitting on my shoe rack the other day, all dirty and in desperate need of conditioning and decided they needed a break. Very bad decision.

Before I continue, I thought you would like to see a picture of my cowboy boot on a bench at the train station in Lisbon. I almost left it there (I wasn't wearing them because they got completely soaked in Aveiro)... poor cowboy boot.


OK, so now onto the purpose of my post... indications that I should have brought my cowboy boots to Montana:

1. Each state that uses the website I work for can choose an image that depicts their state, which then appears when they login... this is the image they chose.


2. On my flight from Denver to Billings, MT, I looked around and all I saw were cowboy boots and hats everywhere I looked!

3. When getting in the hotel shuttle from the airport, the driver was blasting country music. "If it weren't for trucks there wouldn't be tailgates..." Those were my favorite lyrics.

4. I have huge cuts on the back of my feet from shoes that are not as cool as my cowboy boots. I mean, look how big the bandaid is that I have to use! It's bigger than my iPhone!


OK, off to Cabela's (hiking shoes), go see some mountains, drink some Montana Brewery beer, and eat some country fried steak!

This is my life...

I'm leaving for Montana tomorrow morning. Typically when I go on trips I spend a lot of time putting together a very detailed itinerary weeks beforehand. Well, not this time. I've been so busy and it was one of those tasks that just kept getting pushed to the bottom of my list because knowing when your flight leaves isn't that important, right? So, by the time this evening came and I still didn't know what time my flight was to leave, I figured it was definitely time to check it out. It could be 6:15am, 7:45am, 8:15am... who knows?! So, I go to sign into the reservation website for my work travel which has never let me down the 7 years I've been using it and I see this...

So then I try to login to the airport's website and I get this...










Yup. That's right, it's a blank screen because there was NOTHING. So, then I figured... I'll call the airport and see if they have any suggestions on how to find my flight information and this is what I hear on the other end of the phone.

"This is Verizon Wireless, the number you have called.... blah blah blah..." OK then, what's next? I look up flight times on delta.com and I get this times 10 (my screenshot couldn't capture it all)...


Well that's helpful when there's 20 different flight schedules from AZO to BIL! What should I do? Well, what I am going to do is get my ass to the airport at 5:30 am and that way I'll be ready. Let's hope the obstacles don't continue!