And Then It was Wednesday.

Still not up to blogging par. These random absences will most definitely occur during periods of busyness, burnout and feeling unable to publish true feelings moments in my life.

I feel that last week may have been one of the most stressful weeks I have in awhile, and it was unexpectedly so. But it is over now (sort of), and one thing I know and appreciate about myself is the ability to compartmentalize certain life happenings in order to maintain balance in other areas while still laughing and having a good time. So by the time I got to the enjoyable portion of last weekend, I was able to enjoy it without much thought for the stresses that awaited my return on Tuesday.

This is not to say that I am always a peach to be around. Tom can attest to the fact that like every woman ever designed, I can be moody, irrational and sometimes just downright crazy. I am sure there is a book out there he can read which will tell him that it is not his fault and that it is because I am female and therefore he shouldn't take it personally. That is, if he could read. Bam. Got em.

We went hiking & camping on Sunday/Monday with 13 friends and it was a great time. I haven't gotten any pictures off my camera yet, but don't worry my friends, I will. We hiked about two miles back into the Hell's Canyon Wilderness (great name right?) to a slot canyon called the Narrows before setting up camp under some nice shade trees and taking off to explore all of the cliff diving opportunities. Sunday night, we cooked up some tasty Beef Strognoff ala bag and drank some delicious Bandit Red Wine ala cardboard container which was actually very tasty. Monday, after some more exploration fun time, we finally headed home and back to the real hell-urban-wilderness.

Luckily this week is a short one because I am leaving for Ohio Thursday (tomorrow) morning for a friend's wedding. Since I grew up in Amish country without electricity, internet blogging is out of the question. Just joking, we totally had lights, just not a dishwasher. Hello Ms Dial-up, how have you been lately?

GRE is done.

I am a bad blogger.

I just finished up my hell week. Without getting into the stormy details, some stuff went down at work that just about made me put in my two weeks. I battled through the whole debacle without bringing a hammer to work and tried to just focus on the fact that I had to take the GRE yesterday morning.

After almost getting completely lost and missing the test due to falty Google Map directions, I arrive at 7:58 for my 8:00 test just slightly flustered. But luckily I think the extra adrenaline helped me focus (I am weird like that) and I did much better than I hoped for.

Today we are going overnight backpacking to another water canyon with a group of buddies so I am excited to stress relief in a beautiful place.

Catch ya later!

Angry.

It has been a long and crappy week both at work and trying to prepare for this stupid graduate school entrance exam. I am pretty pissed about something right now and it is just boiling under the surface of my splenda-soaked smile. I am just trying to hold on until Saturday morning after the GRE to do the shots of tequila and loose my mind. I really need a vacation.

Treking the Salome Jug

You know why I put pictures on my blog? Because my pictures tell a better story than I ever can. I am but a mere soul, adding 1s and 0s to the ever-growing frontier of the wild wild internet, and the best possible contribution I can make is in the form of thousands of RGB values which tell a visual story. Confused? Well forget all the mumbo jumbo of actually how a picture I observe through a camera lens gets turned into a digital rendition and just look at the damn photos already.

We went canyoneering at Salome Jug on Sunday with a group of 12 friends. It was phenomenal. That sounds like a broken record of every "river trip" I take I know, but it is sort of true. In the past month I have explored three separate but amazing rivers, all close located in the area of Arizona about 2 hours NE of Phoenix. This river flows into the Roosevelt Lake Dam though versus the Verde which flows into the Bartlett Lake Dam. Like it matters.

The Salome Jug as it is called, is basically a slot canyon that is flowing down elevation and and it traversable by sliding, climbing and jumping down each waterfall to the next deep pool and swimming to the next falls. There is one major falls at the end which is over 30 feet and requires a rappel to the bottom so climbing near is needed (although I see a way to get out to a jumpable 30 ft cliff if you had to). It was about a five hour trip but due to all the swimming, rock scrambling and climbing, I was pretty tired by the end. It was a tough day on the knee, but completely worth every bit of knee swellage it incurred. Some things are just too fun to past up.

Photo Story Commences..

The hike started out with a couple miles down to the river overlooking Lake Roosevelt from the north. It was pretty exposed and hot but quite beautiful, except for the little weird bugs flying around.

Once we got to the river, it was basically water from here on out. Most of us hiked with water sandals and a dry bag because swimming was going to be the main mode of transport.

Many of the waterfalls seemed to run down natural smooth slides. This was of course the easier and most fun way to descend. Weeeaaaahh! Go Tom go.

Between each falls were deep canyon pools that we would swim through. The water was chilly but not cold and we didn't wear any wussy wet suits (shivering is just extra fitness training right).

Crazy Rower #2 and Em show off their jumping skills for the camera. At this point, we got out our climbing gear and prepared for the rappel to get down the next falls. It was about a 35 foot rappel with a sketch 20 foot traverse out to it (made safe by clipping in to a safety rope).

Hannah is tired, hungry, wet and happy. She wishes every day could be just like this.

Hello Holy Heat

When I walked out of work this afternoon to rush to therapy, I had good intentions of driving to therapy to give my knee a little break (it has been a little swollen as of late). But then the wave of heat hit me and I knew I needed to ride my bike there.

What can I say, I am somewhat masochistic. I wanted to see reintroduce my body to real heat. It was a record high 109 degrees today. Hmm it went from 95 to 109 in a day. I drank an entire bottle of water in the 15 minute ride (each way).

Welcome back summer.

Sunday's trip to the Salome Jug Canyon was RFC which stands for 'really freaking cool'. I am going to start using the TLA for RFC since I say think a lot of things are RFC and it will save a lot of time. I will blog about the RFC canyoneering maybe tomorrow but here is one pic for now.

Tuesday Night Ballers

Our Tuesday night riding group has expanded. Take a WILD guess who the slow one in this photo is. Not pictured due to photography duties is Crazy Rower #2.

Yep it's Friday.

We watched the hour long Office last night. It was ggrreeaaaat.

That's what she said.*

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Last night I was working the front desk at my after school club also known as my volunteering job which occurs directly after my 9 hour work day when one of the nurses starting explaining how to answer the phone to me.

I listened, nodded my head in accordance and tucked away the 'hit the hold button' bit of information away in my noggin.

Shortly there after, I started chatting with said nurse, and I mentioned that I work as an engineer and but that I am attempting to jump off a cliff into a new career path.

She stopped what she was doing and said, "Oh wow, you're an engineer? I just assumed you were stupid and I would need to explain how to use the phone."

I didn't bother to explain to her that engineers are deathly afraid of communicating in a verbal fashion. And I am not sure what that assumption of stupidity means... I prefer slow.

That's what she said.

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This weekend we are planning a little canyoneering trip to the Salome Jug on Sunday to involve water, waterfalls, rappelling and hiking. I am uber-excited. I love falling water like a fat kid loves cake.

That's what she said.

* If you don't watch the Office, you won't get this reference and your life has less meaning than mine. Go to Hulu.com and check it out pronto.

The Coolest Observation

So yesterday I worked a half day, did some studying, ate, slept, rode my bike, oh yeah and one last thing: observed a real live ACL surgery from a distance of spitting over the surgeon's shoulder.

Thats right, I got to sit in and observe a complete ACL and meniscus surgery, by none other than my exact surgeon, anesthesiologist and physician assistant. There is nothing like getting to see what they did to you first hand. Nothing. It was beyond cool in every way imaginable.

I am glad I was completely scrubbed up with a face mask on because I am sure my mouth was wide open in shock the entire time. Seriously. It was such an amazing experience that I can not really begin to describe how I felt seeing it unfolding right in front of me. My knee throbbed in sympathy pain, but I couldn't look away, not for a moment.

Warning...gore starts here...
Everything, from the blood dripping onto the floor to actually seeing a drill go into the leg bones was surreal. And FYI, they are not gentle with your leg at all. They jerk it this way and that which just reaffirms my opinion that you should go into the surgery with as much mobility as possible. I kept trying to picture that knee on the table being mine and it was weird. The face is covered, all you see is this one leg with numerous tools sticking out of it and it is so easy to remove the person attached to the leg and assume it is just a leg. But the whole time I was just thinking, make sure you fix it right, so they don't have to do this again.

I can truly say I understand now what happens in an ACL surgery, at least in the type that my doctor performs. I understand exactly what the tendon looks like they insert into your knee and how tough it is (unlike the fragile as a piece of spaghetti theory I had always heard). I also understand how hard it is to tear in the first place (at least theoretically). I feel pretty confident about the procedure and about how good my surgeon's technique is. It would be really hard to stretch or pull out the ACL out with his crossbar technique. Oh and just as I suspected, my doc cranked some mean club rap while he operated. That is how he rolls. He really is a t-o-o-l. Hahahahahaha.

Anyway, my PA hooked me up with the job shadow and seriously, her job is awesome. It just reaffirms my desire to make this my future. Onward I say. If any ACL veterans out there have any specific questions about the process, just ask. I will make something up for sure that sounds right.

Happy Blogiversary To ME!

I just realized two things right now.

One, this blog is now over a year old (started last May 7th, 2007). Wow. Time flies when you are having fun.

And two, one year ago from this past weekend was my first real trail ride on a bike where I learned all sorts of fun biking things like how to endo over your handlebars and how to hike a bike.

Does this mean I have to quit with the excuses of sucking and stop calling myself a beginner? Yes. It most definitely does. Consider it done.

In other biking news, I am now the proud owner of a $25 (such a negotiator I am) lime green Huffy Finalist classic road bike. I am pretty sure that Austin Powers may have ridden this bike in 1969 to stay in shape for his spy duties. Or at least someone in 1969 did something with this bike. The gearing is for sure an antique, but I think it is smoking and after a little lube and some adjusting, we had ourselves a nice little ride.

I think I will call this bike, the Green Gadget. Do all road bikes make you feel like you have a bad case of scoliosis? Also, have a gander at our amazing epoxied floor.

Don't Mess With My Bike Godfather

Rappelling: Easier than climbing down.*

I dreamed last night that some Italian mobsters stole my bike and tried to strip it for parts. I uncovered it in a warehouse, stole it back and then had a showdown with the mob boss where I declared that he would have to come through me if he wanted my bike back. No one puts Whitey Wrecker in the corner, no one.

True story.

Speaking of bikes, so I want to buy another bike. Stop glaring at me honey, this one will be cheap. I want to get a really cheap road bike so I can actually commute without the impulse to take the short cut through that dirt field and over that small fence. Plus then I could start racing slow cars and overweight lycra clad men wearing riding $5000 bikes. I am pretty sure you aren't sponsored by Specialized are you Mr. Decked Out From Head To Toe.

I found one on Craig's List for $30 and it is a lovely shade of green. How could I go wrong?

*Warning: Pic coloring modifications have occurred. This is typically done using Microsoft Picture Editor and playing with tinting and contrast settings. I do this a lot due to my entry level photography skills and equiptment. Don't hate, filters are fun.