Have a Seat, Dad

I get my good looks from...

...my mom and dad.

my Z A N Y friend

You know how everyone develops a patented intro over time?



Mine has become:

"This is Esther. She's my friend from _{school/ church/ mutual friend}_. She's from Alaska and speaks 3 languages. She now attends Medical School in Vienna."

Yawn. NOT WORTH IT.







I would much prefer the following:

"This is Esther. She's chronically late to everything. Her German is different because she's from Alaska and Brazil and who knows where else. She goes to Med School because someday she'll start a charity in Africa. Besides that -- don't ask me, ask her."

Fun! WORTH IT.






A bit informal, and two times longer than the other, but FAR MORE ME. Just a couple weeks ago, 2 different people described me, one as crazy and the other as zany. Finally! The real me is making a statement!!

Sun vs Esther

Woke up to this awesome sunburn:

It wasn't a surprise; had a face-off with the sun for 3 hours yesterday morning. Obviously, I lost.

But I keep thinking about how Rawr-Status I will look when it turns brown... so maybe I have actually won.