Things I learned today

1. Just because you change the time on your alarm clock doesn't mean you set it.
-Okay I've known this for a while but for some reason my clock didn't go off this morning. I blame technology. And Damn kids.

2. Getting ready for work the night before is beneficial when your wake up call is your carpool arriving

2.5. My carpool is amazing people. Is. Amazing.

3. I can feasibly get ready for work in 2 minutes and a shit ton of adrenaline

4. Wearing my boots without socks doesn't result in blisters but does result in pools of sweat. GORTEX RULZZZZZZzzzz....?

5.When you have to go back to the parking lot to turn off your dome light, don't forget to lock your doors. Nothing bad happened but just a reminder IRENE

6. That sandwich you made on Saturday, took out into the field then didn't eat? Not still good on Monday.

7. A covey of quail wait until the very last second to startle and fly away. Probably out of spite so that I get startled too.

8. Ocotillo is so pretty when it is in leaf. I just want to pet it all the time.

9. Pin cushion cactus. Adorable. I feel bad for whacking it with my hammer on accident a lot.

1o. Question game. Question game FOREVER

11. Buying slurpees and doritos for carpool seems a sufficient apology for being a hot mess in the morning.

12. Put emergency socks in the office. Not on kitchen counter.

13. For having awful luck today, my luck isn't so bad

HERE'S A PICTURE OF A BOBCAT KITTEN I SAW (photo credit, my co worker)

STUFF

Almost posted a sappy thing about my feelings (aside from the sappy thing I wrote for my cousin) but then I thought twice about it. Then I thought, it's not like anyone reads this anyways, then I though but that's how you get dooced. Then I remembered I don't have feelings.

HERE IS A PICTURE OF A RAIN STORM

Agaves

Visited the border fence yesterday. It's called a fence, you can see through it like a fence, but it feels like a wall. A wall that ends for three miles of the parks length, thereby funneling all the traffic through the park. A ranger told me that the damage to the park and the trash is unbelievable.
Awesome.

But I did some restoration work down there and met some interns who are working for the BLM who called us fancy because we work for a different agency. I can't disagree with that. My agency is fannnncy...for an agency.

Also, overheard:
"It's too hot! I've only lived in Arizona for three years, I'm not used to the heat!"

Dear Shane

My memories of you are sparse. A rope swing in your back yard when we were young, you helping my mom with the recycling at my little brothers graduation party. It's not fair that my most vivid memory of you will always be when we found out we suddenly weren't going to be able to make any more. I'm sorry I won't be able to make it to your memorial but I can guarantee that I'll pour one out for you at every cousin fest.
Bye Cuz,
Irene

Waiting for rain

Probably what has been most incongruous about moving from Seattle to the Sonoran desert is the definition of a "nice summer day"
In Seattle, a nice summer day is defined by sunshine, blue skies and, basically, a lack of cloud cover.
In Tucson, a nice summer day, is when it's over cast, grey and hopefully(!) a little rainy.

I spend a lot of my time pulling out tiny spines (glocchids) out of me. I will think I have found them all but there is always more

I heard from Pat yesterday. He wants to come down and see me. But he says he wants to come down on his bike. Hmmm, bad plan me thinks. It will be easy to talk him out of it.

Haven't seen a roach since Saturday. Got my license plates and an awesome sweatshirt from Cassie in the mail yesterday.

Today and TOmorrow I have off, which is good because I've got me one of them summer colds. Yesterday was a post nasal drip hell and today I've been groggily dealing with the exterior painters of my building.

Also Chex Mix. I love having a kitchen.

Things I will never comprehend

1. Taking gratuitous photos of oneself when bored
2. Putting aforementioned photos on a social networking site to be viewed by everyone.
3. My lack of fear for spiders and other arachnids
4. My mild heart attack and subsequent murderous rage when confronted by a cockroach.

Apparently

I write like
David Foster Wallace

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