Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Mother Of All Bombs

A dear friend informed me of this acronym the military uses. Also known as MOAB! I am headed to Moab for an awesome summer job this year, and I just want to be clear that I mean the city, not the bomb. So come on down, hit up the river, take a hike, you know. Explore new places. I may even be your guide! . . . I know, it scares me, too.

I'll keep you posted of the trials and triumphs from down south. Let me just say, now, though, in case I forget when I get down there, that I whole heartedly believe in doing hard things, things you may not even want to do, because it builds character and you can move forward to your next challenge. (Of course, I'm talking about hard GOOD things and GOOD things you don't want to do. It's ok if you don't want to do something hard and stupid.)

1 comment:

Miss Weiler's Health Class said...

Congrats on your attitude. So true. We can do hard things. We can. We don't want to or like it, but nevertheless, they get done. I think once you get in the swing of things, you'll feel like Moab is the bomb, because it really is. I think I'll come visit you ok? Except I want to stay in a hotel and not the "community trailer." Esta bien?
Your picture is adorable. I love that we have an element of granola.
p.s. You are not damned.