Simple life

I had a lovely morning this morning. I actually woke up early. But instead of rushing to get ready, I read the end of "The Other Boleyn Girl" (an entertaining piece of historical fiction that Karen lent me).

Then, even being late, I went to McDonald's for a greasy hash brown and orange juice. Yum! I pass that McDonald's every day as I leave my apartment complex, and this was the first time I stopped to indulge. I think this was actually the first hash brown I've had since before I departed to Switzerland.

That's my simple life (yeah, right, like anyone would believe my life was simple).

My rant.

Yesterday, Sarah had the nerve to assert that I wasn't an outdoor kind of girl. Obviously she hasn't met any Cutri's to provide a basis for comparison about relative outdoorsiness. Or my dad's friends(henceforth to be called Nanooks of the North) to provide the other end of the spectrum.

If I didn't feel the need to defend myself, I would have laughed at such an assertation. I don't think Sarah could picture the time that I got dropped off (with my dad, his friend, my brother, and a little boy and girl) by a sea plane at a lake that didn't have any roads going to it and the only contact we had with the outside world (for a week!) was two Indians going from one reservation to the other. Or on Outward Bound when the bathroom facilities for the 10 people on a 20 foot open-ketch boat (that means there is no indoor cabin) was a bucket strategically placed on the bow of the boat. (If you don't believe me, see a picture of the boat here). I'm not even going to comment about Morocco. Or the time in college when, by myself, all alone, I went and camped out at an airshow for a few days, and then drove over the northern part of the Great Lakes, camping on the beaches. Not to mention, every trip the two of us have taken together don't exactly coincide to staying in 5-star hotels, and almost always involve some sort of random outdoor activity. I do give her that while we are hiking or biking or whatever, I have been known to complain once or twice. But usually those complaints are focused more on the pace and I wouldn't be complaining at all if I were doing my own thing and not being pushed by external forces -- It doesn't make those trips any less fun or entertaining, if I didn't like them, I wouldn't agree to do them.. Ok, that's my rant.