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As fall creeps up on us,
We draw nearer to one of my favorite times of the year.
The most wonderful time of the year, in fact.
No, wait, just kidding, that's Christmas.
This is the most almost-the-best-but-mostly-it's-adequate-but-in-a-good-way time of the year.
Yes, you know what I'm talking about.
It's school supply shopping time.
Except this year, we're not just going back to school.
We're going to college.
Back to school shopping this year doesn't just mean buying my favorite purple Paper Mate pen.
(Try saying that ten times fast.)
It also means buying bed sheets,
And cleaning supplies,
And a shower curtain
And stuff.
Weird, man.
So weird.
So,
I decided I would use this time to make a list of things I need/want to buy in order to prepare for college.
Because that's just so super interesting to you guys, right?
Right?
No?
Fine.
It's my blog anyways.
- Duvet cover
- Brita water filter
- Swiffer Wet Jet
- Shamwow
- Avocado Cutter
- .......
- ....
- Avocados
That's all I need to survive in college, right?
I think so, at least.
Not that it matters what I take, anyways.
I fully intend on marrying my first year of college.
To a doctor.
So I'll be well taken care of and such.
It's gonna happen, homes.
I've already met him.
He's practically proposed already.
I mean, look at the love emitting from those eyes.
His eyes, not mine.
Erica Adriana Pepper.
Has a nice ring to it, no?
Did you know,
That when you get married, the lady basically has a free pass to change her name to whatever she wants?
Some choose to be traditional, and merely add their spouses last name.
Some change their name to Princess Consuela Banana Hammock.
I plan on adding a "K" to my first name.
So instead of being spelled
E-R-I-C-A
It will be spelled
E-R-I-C-K-A
Makes it a little fancier, I think.
And besides,
That's already how I spell it on my email address.
So it's basically already official.
Maybe I'll add an "@" in Adriana, as well.
I'm in a weird mood today.
- Adri@na
Dear Chick-Fil-A,
I was recently informed of the new dip at your franchise, appropriately named "Chick-Fil-A Sauce."
When I heard this, and heard it was sort of a honey mustard and barbecue sauce hybrid, I was immediately intrigued.
The thing is, Chick-Fil-A, I love you lots.
Like... a lot a lot.
So when this new sauce came to my attention, I wanted nothing more than to try it.
For years I have been a faithful customer of your food.
I remember back in 2004, my sister and I bought Chick-Fil-A and sneaked (snuck? snook?)
Back in 2004, my sister and I bought Chick-Fil-A and Snookied it into the movie theater to watch Mean Girls.
This proves two things:
1) I have loved you for at least seven years now.
2) I am willing to break the law for you, Chick-Fil-A.
This love,
It's deep man.
However,
The other thing is,
I made a recent transition into vegetarianism.
....
I'm sure you understand, now, where the problem lies.
You have just come out with a new sauce,
The sauce of all sauces,
And I am not able to taste it the way it was meant to be tasted.
Sure, I can get fries and let that suffice.
I could.
But why should I have to settle?
Why shouldn't I be able to taste this new sauce with the succulent flavors of your chicken just because I'm vegetarian?
Don't look at me like that, Chick-Fil-A.
You know where I'm going with this.
What I propose is this:
You guys come up with an amazing, life-altering chicken substitute that I know you are capable of creating.
Then you take this faux-meat, and prepare it the way you would the rest if your chicken.
Chick-Fil-A,
Listen to me,
This is a billion dollar idea.
If there is one thing I miss the most as a vegetarian,
It's you, Chick-Fil-A.
And I promise,
If there's one thing you will miss,
It's my business.
Because practically,
I can/will eat you enough to keep you in business for years and years to come.
Think of all the money you're losing by not offering a vegetarian option.
Not just from me, even.
FROM ALL VEGETARIANS.
Chick-Fil-A,
Baby,
You're just too good.
You could break grounds with this.
You could gain millions of followers with this.
And I ain't talking about Twitter.
(But while we're on the subject, do you have a Twitter? I'll check and follow you after I'm done writing this letter.)
I want you Chick-Fil-A.
I want you bad.
So please,
I am shamelessly begging you,
Please make it so that the vegetarians of the world can enjoy your food just as much as everyone else.
We're people too, Chick-Fil-A.
Don't forget about us.
Sincerely yours,
Adriana
Last Saturday I woke up at the horrific hour of six thirty in the morning (after having gone to sleep at an early 3AM.)
I woke up,
Rolled out of bed,
Pulled my hair into a high, side pony tail,
Wrapped a neon green headband around my head,
Pulled some shoes over my thigh-high stockings,
And lazily walked out the door.
My mother encouraged me to perk up and eat a granola bar or something.
"You're about to run a four mile race, you know."
Yes, yes I was.
However,
This wasn't any typical run.
This,
This was the Dirty Girl Dash.
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| My Dirty Girl team. |
The Dirty Girl Dash
(Or, as it was renamed this year, the Kiss Me Dirty race)
(Though I like Dirty Girl Dash better.)
(You know, alliteration.)
The Dirty Girl Dash is a four mile obstacle course run that takes place a couple times a year in Utah.
It is an all girl run that benefits the research of gynecological cancer.
But, more than anything, it is effing fun.
The race encourages women to dress up to get dirty.
There were girls in prom dresses, girls in wedding dresses, girls in tutus, girls dressed like bee's.
Even girls dressed up as tampons.
My group opted for the eighties look.
What it is, is this:
There are two two-mile laps with several obstacle courses.
Haystacks, a tire drill, tire swings, a hurdle, a five foot wall, army crawling through mud, a net climb, and a run through muddy, and also freezing, water that goes up to your knees.
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| Triumphant fist pump after the first lap. |
The whole race was so much fun,
It wasn't even a race, really.
It wasn't about speed or your time or anything.
It was about getting together with a group of friends,
And getting down and dirty.
By the second lap, we took it incredibly easy and instead focused on pushing each other down in the mud.
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| I can get dirty when I need to. |
And then,
At the end of the four miles,
We crossed the finish line by running through a sea of suds and bubbles.
Suffice it to say that it that the bubbles weren't nearly enough for the cleaning we needed after that run.
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| Our group posing in victory. |
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| My sisters and I are dirty, dirty girls. |
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| The face of champions. |
And as my sister wisely put it, if we could exercise like that every day, no one would ever complain about physical exertion.
So I propose we do.
Who wants to meet me at Sugar House Park to go running this weekend?
I'll be the girl in the prom dress and running shoes.
Or, if you're too shy to do that,
(Which I wouldn't blame you)
You should at least consider doing the run down in Ogden on August 20th.
It'd be totally worth your time.
Even if you do have to take a thorough, hour long shower afterwards and wash behind your ears three times.
Three times.
Sheesh.
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