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Friday Top Five: Heat Wave Edition

I think I will save Holly's Top Five idea about the new house for next week, since I am planning a big weekend of painting! So, this week's Friday Top Five will be the Heat Wave Edition, straight from the Sonoran Desert, AZ....my home for 22 years.


Last week's temperature: 111 degrees F
Today's expected temperature: 97 degrees F (not bad!)
Highest temperature Nerdy April experienced: 122 degrees F on 26 June 1990


Number 5: For a constantly cold creature like me, you gotta love a place that has an average "First 100 degree day" of May 2 and an average "Last 100 degree day" of October 3.

Number 4: I never realized how big the Saguaros were until the BF came to Mesa for the first time. I remember him saying, "Holy Crap!!! Those things a HHHHUUUGGGGEEEE!!!!!" And indeed, I realized, a 50 foot tall really pokey thing deserves such an exclamation!



Number 3: Newsflash: we have lakes. I know you probably just jumped out of your seat, did some cartwheels, yelled an obscenity, dropped your baby and stubbed your toe....but, it's true. How else would I be such a pro-water skier?!?! Duh, people!


Number 2: Those lakes are man-made with a series of damns. I know, I just busted your bubble.


Number 1: If you go to public school in Arizona, you learn all about cacti in 4th grade (or at least, that's when I learned about 'em). I can still tell you all the differences between a Cholla, Jumping Cholla, Palo Verde, Organ Pipe, Ocotillo, Prickly Pear, Barrel, Aloe Vera, and of course the Saguaro.

And no, I did not just Google "cactus" ....I actually remember all that crap from 4th grade....now, if I could just remember what I did with that Mexican hot dog?
Hmmm....

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  1. YYYYYYYYYUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMM, hot dogs!!!!!!

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