SO a couple of life lessons; When life gives you lemons... fuck lemonade, I'll make lemon tea and add some honey. I felt this way recently and I don't remember why? I also went from an emotional high that all started back when I gave my presentation... (wait when my lil' ArMY helped me finish my models at 3am, hours before I had to present) to finishing my THESIS book, to graduating to going on the best trip and seeing amazing friends -2- going home -2- (wait a few days of anxiety and tossing my life around in my hands (huge downer) -2- moving (again the thought of it alone was a rollercoaster of good and bad) -tooo- actually moving- 2- seeing friends in Phoenix -2- getting an awesome house with a sweet roomy + two dogs - 2- amazing neighbors that offer me their truck for going places (furnishing my room with a cali king bed and a 70s rocker chair with big blue velvet flowers (which I would of HATED all my life till I was mmmmm 18 or so) all for 40$! -to- a Low... the 4th, friends and family and bbq = all of which are back home. I got homesick for the first time, had my tears but then realized why I am here, to learn and learn a lot. So suck it up and get on that roof and watch those fireworks! I could only see half of them in the distance. the good half of the really big ones... some where high enough to see all of it! yippeee! OOHHHH ahhhhhhhh! ok, i am done. lesson learned. enjoy life for what it is today, not yesterday or tomorrow.
My bungalow home in the desert.
next #2. my bike ride yesterday was a complete wreck from the start but I kept giving all I got. my wheel is slightly bent from shipping. I go anyways. up the first hill my handlebars are too loose and start rotating (my strength for tightening was not enough) up the next hill and my chain almost falls off. i keep going. the hill keeps going. I keep going. nice curves, nice scenery, ohhhh an old truck for sale... the hill wont stop. I keep going. I keep going. I keep going. I have to stop. the rain cloud I was leaving behind catches up. thumb butte mountain is too far for my breathe and still up the hill... I listen to my stomach to go eat and climb this hill and the mountain another day. I give 1$ to the boyscouts for a hotdog in the town square and I window shop the artsy farty tents lined up for the weekend extravaganza. I buy earings.. had too. try some sample soup (cheddar asparagus.. yum but not 6$ + just add water yum : P ) I go grocery shopping for dinner and get more than my bike and I can handle but I am hungry and thats how it goes. I get up the hill with my handle bars almost upside down and my backpack stuffed full with all the "heavy" items. I get to our hill from the side street so it wont be so big.. then it happens... IT DOWNPOURS! I have a raincoat but I think is it worth it. Well then I think it will take some weight out of the bag fixed on the funked handlebars. So I put it on. gear it home and let it rain. I am soaked and I am happy.
short #3. i have been itching to use our fire barrel (not a pit) slash grill ever since I set eyes on it and today with my fresh pre-made shish-kabobs (2 for one, shwing!) I set out to find free wood in the 'woods' down the gravel road out our back yard with Abby. Success and armfuls of branches we start the fire. With caution we talk about the fires here and in California. We get fire! whoooo! then we get smoke. take out the logs that cause the smoke and we need more lil ones. (branches not kids) soon fire again! then smoke, then fire! good fire. stay fire. I get the kabobs. Abby throws in two potatoes in foil and then... "life cant get any better": we are sitting in our recently acquired wicker rockers (our neighbor was teased for them being too girly) eating beef kabobs, a fresh garden salad (mmm. love those radishes) and hot potatoes with butter. stars are out and the big dipper is saying HI.
I am sick, a consta-cough, dry and no flem wads or snotty nose... so a week and a half into this thing and I am getting curious. I am also SO hydrated from drinking my fav. 'science experiment' _ ginger and honey tea, that I am pissing clear and for the first time it's not from beer. Ha, thats a lyric.
and lastly, we planted SUNFLOWERS in the front of the house... guessing they will bloom at the end of summer?? most are from seed. I will post photos when I name them all. We already have Harry and Sally.
Mmm. baking. I am thinking and drooling over this concockshun: (?sp, but i like how i spelled it) ok, ready??? ... mmmmm. (homer style, mmmmm) ready.??? trailmix cookies. oatmeal, raisin, craisin, nuts, and choco/peanut butter chips... whoaaa! YUM! ; P soon. and I want to bake banana bread, my moms finish flat bread, and no knead bread.... oh I want to bake for days.
For this year and learning: guitar, learn sign lang. (big group here that gets together weekly) and keep my hands moving with brushes and paints!
My bungalow home in the desert.
next #2. my bike ride yesterday was a complete wreck from the start but I kept giving all I got. my wheel is slightly bent from shipping. I go anyways. up the first hill my handlebars are too loose and start rotating (my strength for tightening was not enough) up the next hill and my chain almost falls off. i keep going. the hill keeps going. I keep going. nice curves, nice scenery, ohhhh an old truck for sale... the hill wont stop. I keep going. I keep going. I keep going. I have to stop. the rain cloud I was leaving behind catches up. thumb butte mountain is too far for my breathe and still up the hill... I listen to my stomach to go eat and climb this hill and the mountain another day. I give 1$ to the boyscouts for a hotdog in the town square and I window shop the artsy farty tents lined up for the weekend extravaganza. I buy earings.. had too. try some sample soup (cheddar asparagus.. yum but not 6$ + just add water yum : P ) I go grocery shopping for dinner and get more than my bike and I can handle but I am hungry and thats how it goes. I get up the hill with my handle bars almost upside down and my backpack stuffed full with all the "heavy" items. I get to our hill from the side street so it wont be so big.. then it happens... IT DOWNPOURS! I have a raincoat but I think is it worth it. Well then I think it will take some weight out of the bag fixed on the funked handlebars. So I put it on. gear it home and let it rain. I am soaked and I am happy.
short #3. i have been itching to use our fire barrel (not a pit) slash grill ever since I set eyes on it and today with my fresh pre-made shish-kabobs (2 for one, shwing!) I set out to find free wood in the 'woods' down the gravel road out our back yard with Abby. Success and armfuls of branches we start the fire. With caution we talk about the fires here and in California. We get fire! whoooo! then we get smoke. take out the logs that cause the smoke and we need more lil ones. (branches not kids) soon fire again! then smoke, then fire! good fire. stay fire. I get the kabobs. Abby throws in two potatoes in foil and then... "life cant get any better": we are sitting in our recently acquired wicker rockers (our neighbor was teased for them being too girly) eating beef kabobs, a fresh garden salad (mmm. love those radishes) and hot potatoes with butter. stars are out and the big dipper is saying HI.
I am sick, a consta-cough, dry and no flem wads or snotty nose... so a week and a half into this thing and I am getting curious. I am also SO hydrated from drinking my fav. 'science experiment' _ ginger and honey tea, that I am pissing clear and for the first time it's not from beer. Ha, thats a lyric.
and lastly, we planted SUNFLOWERS in the front of the house... guessing they will bloom at the end of summer?? most are from seed. I will post photos when I name them all. We already have Harry and Sally.
Mmm. baking. I am thinking and drooling over this concockshun: (?sp, but i like how i spelled it) ok, ready??? ... mmmmm. (homer style, mmmmm) ready.??? trailmix cookies. oatmeal, raisin, craisin, nuts, and choco/peanut butter chips... whoaaa! YUM! ; P soon. and I want to bake banana bread, my moms finish flat bread, and no knead bread.... oh I want to bake for days.
For this year and learning: guitar, learn sign lang. (big group here that gets together weekly) and keep my hands moving with brushes and paints!
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