Well That Should Be Interesting.

So here's the plan: leave York at 2am Saturday (tomorrow), get dropped off at 5am at the Ramada in Triangle, Va. Sleep. Eat. On Sunday, check out and go to training.

I have this inescapable fear of showing up for this training and sticking out like someone who didn't get the memo about the costume party being cancelled, so you show up in a playboy bunny outfit while everyone laughs. That may have been in a movie I saw.

I've been hitting the gym recently and am starting to wonder when it is exactly I got so out of shape. I might actually die in training, or if not in training, the Canyon itself. I've been considering putting up a "before" picture on here and then in six months, an "after" picture just to see the difference. I haven't been this chubby in a while... just in time to go hang out with the gung-ho outdoorsy types.

I don't know what the living conditions will be like... but I might actually start to miss my basement (despite the creepiness factor).

Adventures in Babysitting pt 2:
In the car, I am talking to Vin's mom as we're driving. Somehow the word "gay" comes up. This is how the convo went with Vin (he's 8).

me: "...and he didn't know he was gay at the time." (or something to that effect)

Vin under his breath, "You said a bad word."

me "what bad word?"

Vin "gay."

me "Vin, gay is never a bad word."

Vin "what does it mean?"

me "what do you think it means?"

Vin "like someone who's weird."

me "no, it means happy."

Vin "that's not what the kids at school say."

me "what do they say it is?"

Vin "you know... a hobo."