mama wants to know...

if I am a "granola girl".

True to my nature, I looked up the term to get a clear definition. Apparently it is not one that is all that commonly used, but it does describe someone who loves to be outdoors, a modern day hippie, shops at Wild Oats/Trader Joes/Whole Foods, carries nalgene bottles everywhere, recycles, camps, saves the earth, rock climbs, etc.

Well I love Trader Joes, have a bagillion nalgenes, get mad when people don't recycle, I don't wear bras, and I do rock climb, camp, and highly support going Green.  So while that does describe me quite well, especially as the warmer seasons are approaching...

 I would just like to say that these are my feet:

These are NOT.

And though my body does not often require the task- unlike Pure Granola Girls, I do shave my legs and armpits. And I do smash gross bugs and don't feel bad about it. And though they are pretty cool, I do not intend on going with dreadlocks.

So I would just like to say (specifically to Scott, Katie, Jordan, Josh, mom and everyone else that teases me) that i am proud to be semi granola. And I still want my Subaru. 

"You know you're granola when you strap your five thousand dollar bike to your five hundred dollar car and vote for Ralph Nader. "

Stick with Ralph.

Oh and PS: Arizona is not happening this weekend (silly Z and his tennis) so Kati, let's go climbing! RED CHILI!!!