Lawnmowers.....
The traditional lawnmower was created in a moment of physical male superiority. Attempting to mow the lawn this morning I find myself unable to get the darn thing started. This is not because I have never mowed the lawn and do not know how to work/start the archaic machine. I have, however, always needed someone, my dad, to start it. This is because inorder to get the moter running one must pull a string that does not want to be pulled, very fast. The problem lies in the fact that I have little to no upper-body strength. So when force and strength are needed to pull a string to get the lawnmower going you can only imagine my frustration.

Why I ask you can you not push a button, or turn a key to start the lawnmower a mow'n?!

Home....
I'm sitting in my parent's kitchen drinking tea, listening to virgin radio out of the U.K and using my new mac pro computer. Gradution was amazing. Couldn't have gotten through it without my friends, specially the girl who's hand I kept grabbing in a panic stricken anxiety.

I am now a college graduate. Who would have thunk it.

Random thoughts and comments from the basement of the library as I "study" for finals...

Chachi, my blue 1994 Saturn, has come back to us! My father and his friend generiously devoted two days to the experiment of searching for a frame at the junk yard and many hours of labor to take the old (and very bent) one off and putting the new one on. And it worked! I no longer have to carefully peal off my bumper stickers or mourn the loss of a full tank of gas.

The other topic on my mind is that of Zimbabwe. Inflation there is now up to over 1,000%! Needless to say this has had detrimental effects on the population, let those already living in poverty. Go to the BBC and read about it for yourself. Than shake your head in frustration and disbelief as you read the quote from President Mugabe blaming everyone else.

Two weeks from this moment I will be a college graduate. And what's on the mind of a soon to be college grad? Nothing scholarly I assure you.

Found my graduation dress last night and I love it. Simple but cute, fun but professional. My summer plans are still in the misted of being finalized. Will be a summer work supervisor for middle school and high schoolers. I think it will be a challenge but a good.

Went on a run today. First time since Spring of 2004, I kid you not and it took the end of a relationship to get me to do that one. I don't run. Today confirmed that. I hate running. I always feel sick afterwards.

I think I could write a cookbook entitled "Cooking with Ketchup". I add ketchup to anything bland and sort of use it as a substitute for salt and also use it in my cooking. I have a roommate that finds this very bizarre and gross.

There was an article in the New York Times this week that caught my eye. "An Ugly Side of Free Trade: Sweatshops in Jordan" by Steven Greenhouse and Michael Barbaro. Mentioned Target as a possible recipient of sweatshop labor products. This greatly sadden my heart for multiple reasons. I do not want to stop shopping at Target. I love this store. I know I will greatly miss it in England next year. Yet, as 'you' know, I have stopped shopping at GAP, and Old Navy and absolutely refuse to shop at Walmart for this very reason.