And I Begin...with chocolate bears

So I've been debating for a few days now whether to start one of these. The idea first popped into my mind when I was in London, and Heidi (my sister) used her blog to keep simple updates. I decided it was a somewhat good idea. Here I am with no idea about what I'm going to write, but who says I need something to write.

Last night or this morning (as I find my dreams are really when I keep waking up in the morning and going back to sleep until I wake up at some terrible hour, 10:30am this morning, and stumble out of bed remembering vaguely the bizarre dream I just had). Let me start that sentence again... Last night or this morning I dreamed about getting chocolate bears with Caitie in a special combination trail mix called, "The Hitchhiker." Why can't I think of great inventions like this in everyday life, when I need a brilliant idea for a new trail mix why can't I think (and there is a finger pointing upwards, and a light bulb lights up to the right of my head), "The Hitchhiker is the perfect name for a trailmix and it should definitely include chocolate bears." By now I would be a millionaire. It's too bad I haven't submitted these genius ideas for copyright and to candy companies. I have to say chocolate bears would be excellent, preferably in Lindt chocolate or maybe even Cadbury or Galaxy. Why oh why is European chocolate so much better than American chocolate?

Moving on... I have this ridiculous obsession with maps. I never knew it was such a problem till I brought my handy, red, Rand McNally World Atlas that was given to me by Amy's mom when the elementary school decided they were out of date. Some country had changed it's name or borders or both. It could have even been multiple countries. I wouldn't put it past them. But I brought that thing everywhere, the beaches of Alghero, Sardinia, the plane ride to Spain so I could see the countries I was passing in my blue and yellow RyanAir, knees-hitting-the-seat-in-front-of-me chair. It might have gotten a little out of control when I'd pop my companion out, show him to the Dublin men on the white sandy beach pointing to where Utah is, or to Jon, from forty minutes outside of London, in order to see where Cyprus was. It does come in handy though. As nerdy as I may look carrying around an atlas, I still love knowing where I'm going or where things are located. Now the search is on for a pocketsized atlas.

(Listening to "Bitten by the Tailfly" - Elbow, "Soir de Fete" (circumflex on the first e in fete) - Yann Tiersen from Amelie (accent aigu on first e in Amelie), and "Wonderful Tonight"- Eric Clapton)