Gnarly, not Knarly

The debate raged on into the wee morning hours. Then, I crumbled. It is G-narly, not K-narly. Well, who knew? I guess I have to blame my midwestern roots. Silent K has given way to the almighty G. Oh well, G can be cool too. Stupid passive silent K. Get up, stand up! Stand up for your rights. Um, well, I have spent the past two weeks moving...hellish and hot and full of perspiration and curses. Now I want to become a minimalist. Yeah, we'll see. Artist/minimalist. Ha!
My lovely cousin has put me up for awhile in her beautiful home. So what do I do? I fix the car, I go to Vegas, I go home to marry my friends J. and Jeanette in a couple of months...I get my nails done (God they needed help) and I finally have time to work out. Halle-fricken-luyeah. Soooo, the biggest news is that I am going to try Capoeira (brazilian-afro dance/martial art) next week. Woohoo! Should kick my ass. But there are drums, white outfits, and of course, cute boys. Can't forget the man-candy. Just for the window shopping, I promise. Life's good, gotta serve up them steaks now. Mmmm...butter and steak. Moooooo!!!!! Ciao!