That’s what my mom calls me. And she’s borrowing the phrase from my boyfriend. If I’m being honest with myself, it’s pretty much true. You see, I’m a very outdoorsy gal. On the weekends I’m usually off having backcountry bear encounters or getting thrown out of kayaks while cave exploring. But during the week I’ll circle the parking lot five times to find the closest spot and rejoice over having a first floor apartment that doesn’t require stairs.