मुस्क्ले मेमोरी

Ok, so I don't know what is going on with my blog website, but it translated my title into Hindi and I don't know how to change it back?

Anyway, the title was supposed to be Muscle Memory because the sound of the jets flying overhead bring out a reaction in me that I blame on what few war movies I have seen. Imagine that "wheeeeeeehauuuuuuuuwooooshhhhh" going right over your head, and your muscles just clench up expecting the boom to come that would come in the movie. Except there is never a boom here, they are flown by our guys. I clearly don't understand sound waves either, because most of the time I can't figure out which way the jet is coming from, it just sounds like they are coming from all four directions.

I am posting a few photos of awesome things.

First is a bunch of French cheese and baguettes, brought in by a coworker from her vacation in Paris. I am not sure how long they were in her luggage, but they sure tasted good. Non-alcoholic beer washed everything down. Made for a good weekend.

Second photo is of the two best things I bought today. The little bus is a pen-holder and that is REALLY what the buses here look like. We call them jingle buses and they have bells along the bumper, absolutely hilarious. The can is a peach drink that has actual small pieces of peach in it, imagine someone chopped up canned peaches and served the syrup and chunks as a drink. Yum.