Dentists are boring I guess.

I went to the dentist this week to have three cavities filled. I expected to really dislike this experience, or at least have a memorable story to blog about.
But other than the fact that there was a really epic waterfall mural and a corner full of teddy bears the size of a 7-year-old child, I have nothing to report. Except that I have no more cavities [that are worth filling right now]. Boom.

I'll try and come up with an actually exciting blogpost some other time.

ajr

UPDATE: I just realized that if you mix around the letters in the word "blogpost" you get "blogspot." Whaaaaat?

UPDATE AGAIN: I also just realized that neither "blogpost" nor "blogspot" is actually a word. So maybe that's not actually that impressive.

Schlep?

I have lived 22 years with my parents and have never heard them use the word "schlep" before. In fact, I don't think I've heard ANYONE use the word before.

My parents have each used it independently of each other 4 times in the past 4 days. What is this madness? Is this word even real?

Well according to thefreedictionary.com, to "schlep" something is "to carry clumsily or with difficulty." So it is apparently a real thing. I just don't understand how I've gone so long without hearing it.
You rightly imagine that I'll be using it a LOT from now on.

ajr

People Watching

Today we arrived at a hotel in Malaga, Spain for a mission conference. By tonight, there would be 70+ missionaries checking into their rooms.
As we sat by the pool waiting for our room to be ready, we played a rousing game of "spot the missionaries."
The tells: baggy clothes, modest bathing suits, long skirts with long braids, awkward demeanor, pleasant  with strangers.
Ultimately, we sought to answer the question: "Would you put that prayer card on your refrigerator?"

We pegged 10 of them, with a 90% success rate. Winning.

Amy and I looked at each other and realized that we would also be easily pegged. Oh well, I guess that means we belong.

ajr