Camping at 8

My family camped a lot when I was a kid. Here are a couple of diary entries related to one of our trips:

June 22, 1991

Dear Diary,

Today I’m going camping. It’s going to be great. So I’m going to bring you. So you’ll hear lots of things. Well bye.

And the next day:

June 23, 1991

Dear Diary,

Yesterday I came here. It was a long ride but I madangd it. We saw a deer and a skunk raccoon. We set up our tent well bye. See We lookd for fire wood. We found some. Well bye now. See you tomorrow.

Nice details. I wonder else what the diary heard.

Happy birthday, Mom!

It’s my mom’s birthday today, and sadly, we’re not even in the same city. Back when I posted about my fantasy birthday celebration, my mom said she would go to Yosemite National Park for her fantasy birthday. Wish we were there today!  Here’s a picture of us at Yosemite back in 2009 when we took a quick trip there:


Happy birthday, Mom! Hope we get a chance to experience all that beauty again sometime soon.

Who I trusted at 8

Delving back into my childhood diary.

June 19, 1991

Dear Diary,

I’m sorry I didn’t see you yesterday. Well I’m having a great day. It has been fun. School is far off. You are one person I can trust and God and Jesus. Well bye. See you tomorrow.

Beings who didn’t make the cut: my pets, my friends, my family. Also, I feel like I snubbed the Holy Spirit.

The ultimate beercation

My husband and I just booked a trip to Madison, Wisconsin, where our mutual love of all things beer was born. Can’t wait to return to our roots and drink some Spotted Cow. Planning this trip to got me thinking: where would I go for my ultimate beercation? Going home is always good, and that’s how I feel about Madison. But if I were to take a no limit beercation, I’d go to Belgium. I’m a huge fan of Belgian style beers but have yet to vacation there.

How about you? Where would you go for your ultimate beercation?


Me at Mickey’s Tavern, our favorite brunch spot in Madison. That’s a Bloody Mary with a beer back. What a way to start a Saturday!

Get to know me at 8

Entries from my childhood diary:

June 16, 1991

Dear Diary

It’s fathers day. I had a great day, it was fun. I spent the weekend at grammy’s, it was fun. I had a great day. See you tomorrow.

And the next day:

June 17, 1991

Dear Diary

Today I went shoping. We went to the doctor, shopd for grocerys it was ok. Then we ate lunch. I got a skip it. My sister got a pony. We bought dad some launchairs for fathers day. I know it’s late. Well I’m spending the night at Marie’s tonight. Well bye see you tomorrow.

If I had to give my eight year old self some writing advice, it would be show don’t tell. But props for the correct use of it’s!

Missing the Joint Mathematics Meetings

Next weekend, San Antonio will host the world’s largest math meeting. Thousands of mathematicians gathered in the same town? Now, that’s my kind of paradise. But David’s not attending this year, and since it would probably be weird for me to go without him, I’m staying home too. Sad we’ll miss out on the opportunity to connect with old friends.

Instead, I’ll be listening to this Kate Bush song about a man infatuated with pi and planning the party we want to host when the JMM comes to Atlanta in 2017.

Hope everyone attending the meetings this year has a great time. And good luck to those on the job market!