When I met Nick Koller, Lind was a dirty word. And Ritzville called for soap in the mouth. Lind-Ritzville was our cross-state high school rival, and we lost to them more times than I'd like to admit. Maybe if I bucked hay as a three year old I'd be that good at sports, too. Still bitter. So when Nick raved about what a great time he had at the Lind Combine Derby every year, I had two thoughts.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. So, by now, you should be head-over-heels in love with my blog. I have no idea where the past two months have gone, but I can tell you where I have gone in the past two months. My life has been an absolute whirlwind, spinning me round in circles from Pacific City to Dallas to Seattle and several other places in Eastern Washington. This also means I am too dizzy