What I ate last night for dinner:This is buckwheat gruel. I am trying to eat healthy and I am an excellent chef. If you want the recipe let me know.
Now for the next thought:
If I was going to get a tatt, and I am not, I would get one of Provo, Utah. A few months ago Cassidy and I were at a hotel that my sister Eliza was staying in. We were waiting on the curbside for the valet parking attendant to come back with my car. We were waiting for quite awhile, because the first time they brought me the wrong car (although I considered taking the fancy SUV over my Saturn, until I considered the current gas prices).
While we were waiting another valet parker came up to us and started to flirt. Then one thing led to another and somehow he asked where I was from. I responded and of course was courteous enough to follow up with the same question (it is called reflective communication for those of you that don't know). It was like he was waiting for me to ask this question, because as soon as I did he pulled up his shirt to show me where he was from. He had a tattoo of Hawaii and he pointed to a specific spot on one of the islands and said "Right here." I then responded with an "ooooo" which came out as a flirtatious "oooo" rather then the shocked "ooo" I was going for. I need to work on the proper voice inflections.
From this experience I decided I should probably get a tattoo if I want people to really know where I am from. So don't be surprised if the next time you ask me where I am from I pull up my shirt and point to a map of Utah with a star on it to mark where Provo is.
P.S. Have you ever heard a tattoo referred to as a tramp stamp? I really like the term, so I will probably call my map of Utah a tramp stamp.