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Pre-trip ramble


This is Imogen ("Im-oh-jen"). She knows how to have more fun than anyone else I know. She is not coming on the trip. Which is just as well because she also knows how to wreak more havoc than anyone else I know. 


She has no role to play in this trip, but I thought I'd throw her in as an aside since not a great deal is happening on our trip so far (you know, because the trip hasn't actually started yes). And also, her older brother gets to be in my profile picture as well as getting his face in a peer-reviewed publications at the age of five.

Imogen was the 32nd most popular girls' name in Britain in 2011. It has never appeared in the top 1000 in the US. Thus she will be cursed with name mispronunciations for her entire life. Sorry about that Immy. This does not fully explain why Tennessee thought fit to list my nationality as "Ukraine" on her birth certificate (I kid you not). Upon further inquiry, the lovely Tennessee State employee explained, "I couldn't find 'United Kingdom' on my list, so I put the closest country alphabetically I could find... those countries are all the same over there, right?" (I kid you not about that either).
It turns out that there are surprisingly few photos out there that picture a goat and an elk in the same frame. 
The following conversation with four year old Immy, as we drove home through the Valles Caldera one evening, should tell you most of what you need to know.

Me: "So Imogen, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Imogen (without hesitation): "A goat."
Me: "Er, oh, well. That's not really what I meant. What job would you like to do when you grow up?"
Imogen (still without hesitation): "I'd like to be a goat that eats elk."

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  1. erinOctober 26, 2012 at 2:01 PM

    HA! I like the picture. I hope she doesn't have too much fun at home while you're away...

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