I'm going to blame my blog slacking on my upcoming "vacation" and the preparation that goes into leaving your home for an extended period of time.
First and foremost I want to give a big shout out to the Wisconsin Parks and Recreation Department, you all rock! While I always knew the folks at the Wisconsin Parks and Recreation Department were a pretty fine group of people, I didn't learn until this weekend how really awesome they are. This past weekend I went to visit my sister who lives in north central Wisconsin and we went to nearby Rib Mountain State Park (not really a mountain). The parks department had helped to organize a candle-lite snowshoe hike in the pseudo-mountain. I wasn't really expecting too much but it was awesome, and so beautiful with the candles lighting the trail and the city lights far beneath us. At the end of the hike they had a huge bonfire and free refreshments (donations welcomed, and gladly given). It was so much fun and just a great experience overall.
Funny story. At one point during our hike the binding on one of my sister's snowshoes came loose so we stopped so I could fix it for her. An elderly couple passed us and the gentleman, who was probably in his early sixties, stopped and said, "I don't know why the hell I'm out here, I don't even buy green bananas at my age." Miss Lippy, if you're reading this, please put that on the quote board.
Another thing I learned while visiting my sister is, the old cliche, "the more things change, the more they stay the same", is often true. My sister goes to college at the same university I attended. On Friday evening we decided to "go out". My sister took me to her and her friends' "hangout" which just happens to be the same establishment my friends and I frequented circa 2001-2004. The only difference from then to now, is the name of the place. Seriously, everything was exactly the same, even down to the clientèle and their outfits. I also learned that my 21 year old sister's love interest is a 30 year old man but that's a blog in and of itself.
Last week I learned that throughout your life, you may come to a point when you do something you always swore, and believed whole-heartedly, that you would never do. I recently experienced one of these moments. I broke down, and bought....it shames me to type this......a pair of skinny jeans. Go ahead, tar and feather me, I deserve it.
I need to thank my friend Melbarney for this tidbit of information. There's a band called Vampire Weekend and they sing a song called
Oxford Comma. The first line of this song is, "Who gives a fuck about an oxford comma?" I like the song, I've listened to it, sung along with it, and danced amongst it, all without knowing what an oxford comma was, just knowing that I shouldn't give a fuck about it. Well, it turns out an oxford comma is the optional comma used when listing items in a sentence. The oxford comma is typically found before an and and it's completely optional, you can take it or leave it. I choose to take it. You can find the oxford comma in the title of this blog, "53, and 54". Click
this link to check out Vampire Weekends,
Oxford Comma video.
Last but not least I learned that the colors for Mardi Gras were chosen in 1837. Green represents faith, gold stands for power, and purple signifies faith. Happy Fat Tuesday everyone!
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