Sunday, February 8, 2009


Kelly & I finally went to the Burger Bar. We've been talking about going for at least 2 years now. There's no indoor seating and we picked a perfectly frigid day to go, but the food was everything we dreamed it would be. I had a peanut butter cup shake and it was divine. Some of the best shakes ever. Tony's strawberry shake was to die for. You would think it was summer with the ripe strawberry flavor except that you were freezing inside and out.

All I had was a burger, fries (didn't even eat them all), and the shake and I was full (bloated) all day. I haven't been eating a lot of burgers and fries lately so it was lovely while I was eating it but seriously, it took forever to digest. I ate some berries later for dinner, but that was it.

Also, I finally went snowshoeing this weekend. I have wanted to try snowshoeing forever. I even bought a pair of used ex-rentals from REI last year but still never went.
I'm dumb enough to consider going on my own, but not dumb enough to actually go on my own. For sure I would end up in an avalanche disappear mysteriously until some hikers found me the next spring. I just don't want to inflict that kind of emotional damage to hikers. Bikers or skiers, sure, but not hikers.
We went on the Mill D trail up to Donut Falls. It's this hole in a sort of rocky cave like area. It's totally a cave in the winter with all the snow piled up on it. Very cool. I plan to go back if not again on snowshoes, then in the summer as a hike.

The Circle of Life

So in one day I got to feed both my new three week old niece and my dad.

My new niece is Savannah. She is a doll. She reminds me a lot of my sister. I see a lot of my sister in her other two kids, but for some reason I see more of her in this one. Not that that makes any difference. I love all of them. So far this one seems to be as easy going as the other two. She eats and sleeps. I haven't seen much crying or fussing.

I don't know what it is about babies, but why is it you can love something so much that doesn't talk or contribute to society or really have much personality at all. Maybe it's just that she's part of my sister and you can transfer the love you have for a sibling off on their offspring. I don't know. I just know my heart gets all squeezy and tight when I hold her.

Feeding a parent is not the same thing as feeding a baby. I think you do it out of the same reasoning. You love them and they are helpless and you want to take care of them, but it doesn't evoke the same emotions. For the most part I feel surprisingly little. Not little, more like nothing. The scary absence of feeling cause you know if you didn't block it off you would feel really bad and sick.