Powdered donuts

Well I admit I've been lazy lately (and boring). Everyday was pretty much the same for most of April and all of May. Get up, work out, study, complain about studying, and go to sleep. I took my board exam on June 1st and am a little fuzzy about what I did after that. Now I am enjoying my last week of vacation. My first week I celebrated my birthday by having my sister come visit and then later spending way too much money on a hair cut and pedicure. My as Loreal says, I'm worth it. Plus really, when you go to a salon it's all about the atmosphere and conversation with the stylist. My stylist is a little pricey but I'll pay it because I like her.

I went to Six Flags Great America for the first time a couple of weeks ago. I noticed some things. First, I'm a little old to be there. Most of the people there were kids and a few parents with kids. A lot of high school kids were there. I forgot what high school was like, possibly because I didn't have a normal high school experience. There were guys hanging all over scantily clad girls and my first thought was "I can't believe their mothers let them leave the house in that." They just annoyed me. Partially because they are annoying and partially because I may be a bit jealous that I never had that. Anyway, I also realized that half the fun of some of those rides is the fear that there is a slight chance that you'll die. I mean, that's what's so fun about the wooden coasters. No fancy loops or flips, but the clicking sound of the rails as the train inches up that first hill. Then that brief pause at the top of the hill. That is what gets you. The most exciting thing for me was that I didn't get a sun burn and the day wasn't ruined by a headache. I guess one plus to getting older, you have enough experience and common sense to bring and actually use sunscreen and bring painkillers.

Last week, I went up to the Wisconsin Dells with my mom. We had a good time. We saw a show, when on the boat tours, did some shopping. It was nice to get away, although if I was into water parks, it would have been like heaven. Seriously, there were water/amusement parks on every block. It was strange. I'm sure kids would love it, but I'm looking at it thinking, "Man, it must suck to bring your kids up here. I mean, they're going to be driving you crazy wanting to go to every freaking park." See, this is why I question my parenting skills. Well, that and my hatred of clowns. At one of the shows, I told my mom that we may have to leave it that clown started walking through the crowds talking to people. I really just don't like clowns. I'm not afraid of clowns like some I know. I think I don't like them because in general I just don't trust people that are happy all the time and that is kinda the thing with clowns. They are always happy, with those annoying smiles painted on their face. Plus, they have those balloon animals.

This weekend I went to see a college friend in Chicago. It's funny how with some people, no matter how long you go between visits and how much your lives change, when you see them it's easy to just pick up where you left off. And with others
you struggle to make conversation because you just don't have anything in common with them any more. I'm glad that I have friends in the former group. Actually it was during this visit that I got the title for this entry. As I was exchanging stories with my friend and her sister, we somehow got on the topic of, as K calls it, "a woman's womb" I was saying that I don't think most women know what a cervix looks like (and men too although they probably don't think about it much). So I was telling them that it kinda looks like those miniature, white, powdered donuts that your mom would never let you eat because they are so messy. Although it's pink and powderless. They said I should post more, but I said I have nothing interesting to say and people wouldn't be interested in the kinda things that I would post. So, if you are offended by the cervix discussion, blame them.