About a month before the school year started, I was informed by a text message that I had been drafted into the Staff Mustache Race. As Knutson said, “there are no winners in a mustache contest”; here they were on the last day of ‘stashness:
Apparently, if you take the long way to LaPine and take the more direct way back, it’s still unbelievably long. Still, one of the other coaches and I did take the opportunity to name every player. From the top of my head:
It has been a while since I’ve posted about my race for less of me. I defintely ran into some trouble, I had stopped seeing negative numbers, not that I was seeing positive ones, I just wasn’t gaining or losing. People had said that it was just my plateau, however, I think I have to disagree. The wall I hit was me, I relaxed how closely I was watching what I eat, there were defintely some days when I didn’t enter a complete day’s worth of food and other days when I didn’t enter anything at all. After a little recorrection, I think I’m back on track.
What am I?Cottage Groveite? Cottage Grovian? Cottage Grover? Either way… Jess and I are moved into our house in Cottage Grove. Well, I am moved into our house, Jess is helping out on her ranch until the wedding. Last night was my first official night in the new house. Not as creepy or weird as [...]