Fall is here, I’ve had to prestart my car all week or scrape, and who wants to do that. There are things that I hate to admit that I like about Fall-the scarves, the mittens, the color in the leaves, the bring back of hot chocolate, but the cold weather and I always disagree. It’s days where I look out and see the sheet of ice on my windshield that I remember how I once planned to move to Arizona. Funny how that plan never worked out.
I’ve really been enjoying my yoga class. It’s not like what I’ve done before and I have actually woke up sore a few times. I am excited to move from beginner’s class to a Level 1 class…maybe I’ll even go two times a week….we’ll see. But I do like when I wake up on Wednesdays exited to have class that night.
Last weekend was pretty low-key, made a trip back to Dickinson. I’ll admit it’s weird to see my house as not my house anymore. I think they painted Mel’s bedroom already…made me sad.
The only catastrophe that I really had this past week was that I was a victim of the Tesoro bad gas conspiracy 2011. Tesoro sold a bunch of bad gas all over Bismarck and Mandan. I was at Unistop and thought, “hey, I’m here, it’s a bit cheaper, I never get gas here, I’ll do it.” Yeah, that thought resulted in my having to have my tank pumped out by Schwan Pontiac at 9:00pm on Thursday night. What a pain. And then to have to tell my father that I dare deviate from Cenex, we’ll that was a “fun” conversation.
“Every father says the same thing: "Where's your mother?"—Bill Cosby
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