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Inside the aqarium
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One of the large tanks
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The tide pool
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The view from the tide pool. We live in a seriously beautiful place.
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Shark bait!
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Showing posts with label Stuff. Show all posts
March 30, 2013
Here fishy fishy fishy
Took his royal Toadness to the aqarium today. It was too gorgeous out to be cooped up...
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March 11, 2013
Unicorn Meat guide
Daddy saw a picture of a unicorn meat guide and decided the Toad needed it made into a puzzle.
I added glitter because as we all know, unicorns fart glitter. True story.
I added glitter because as we all know, unicorns fart glitter. True story.
January 18, 2013
We're all mad here
Sane, together, calm, rational moments are a knifes edge, always have been for me.
I’ve gotten better over the years at managing the ever expanding spirals, the ups and downs, the rollercoaster, the endless pits of despair and the over whelming moments of euphoria that come on for no reason what so ever. I’ve learned to manage in situations with other people that feel alien to me; not as well as I would like, but I manage all the same. My attempts at fitting in feel wooden to me a lot of the time, but it can’t be helped. Certain situations are not places that my normal behavior, thoughts and words would be appropriate.
The fact I can tell a lot of those situations from others was a big accomplishment for me and took me more years than I care to admit to. The fact I still can’t tell them all is frustrating beyond words sometimes. I’ve always marveled at people who just know those situations without effort. When I was younger I used to wish I could; now I wish I didn’t have to. My impression of what I think is expected is the best I can come up with. It is a process.
I don’t understand the vast majority of people’s motivations; in fact I think a large percentage of people are out of their fucking minds. The way a lot of people act appears to be nonsensical, pointless and often counter intuitive to me. It’s like being Alice at the tea party, everyone is out of their minds and I’m the one who is out of place. Consequently, my best impression still isn’t dead on and I doubt I’ll ever get it totally right.
I realize all too well how awkward it often comes across when I try to integrate myself or have a conversation. I suspect that people who know me through those sorts of associations think I am a vastly different person than I am. That used to bother me. It doesn’t anymore. That was also a big step for me. The irony of it is when I truly stopped giving a fuck if people liked me or not, more people liked me. I wish I’d known that at 13, though I doubt it would have helped me much.
I love the euphoric feelings, love them. They are pretty much the best thing in the world. They make me feel invincible, in control, and really really good. I’m rested in the mornings. I have creative ideas that come so fast I have to write them down to keep track. My clothes fit better, my makeup is flawless, my hair does what I want. Life feels alive. I want to see everything, do everything. I move more smoothly and end up with less injuries caused by clumsiness. I don’t trip over my words when I get frustrated; I don’t get frustrated much. I don’t fidget, stim, make weird little noises, talk to myself or any of the other countless little idiosyncrasies I do normally that make people uncomfortable or make them think I am weird. Those times are like falling in love over and over again with everything, with life, with art, with family, with myself. They can last for weeks, sometimes months. It’s beautiful. I love not feeling like an actor in my life, the ups are often the only time I feel real or really engaged.
I know that inevitably they wear off. When they do I will want to crawl into a proverbial cave. I’ll wish I could sleep for days and weeks. I won’t want to do anything. I won’t want anything. Colors will dim, food will seem flavorless, my limbs will weigh more than I feel strong enough to lift. Caring about anything becomes too big to bother. In short, I am a miserable wreck when the fall hits. For me the fall has always lasted far longer than the climb. It’s like being drunk for an hour and hung over for a week. Being down feels like I am not really there at all, like I’m not quite a real person, not really invested enough in what is around me to be considered a part of it.
I’ve improved my ability to balance on the edge of the two without falling off; or worse, jumping off. I’ve been a jumper far too much in the past, the pendulum would swing and I would just jump into it and ride whatever wave it was. Bouts of happy madness, or blackness in my soul that felt like it would eat me alive, swallow me or drowned me if I let it. Sometimes I would welcome it when it came. I know how destructive it could be, but I just needed to feel something else from what I’d been stuck in. I sometimes find normal things so mind numbingly boring I have a hard time wanting to balance and I wonder why I bother. I am stuck pretending to some degree for a large part of my day or waiting for something that I can’t name. The waiting is calm compared to anything else; too often it is tinged with the slightest feel of desperation. Like I’m late for something that I am waiting for but I don’t know what it is, so I can’t get to it. Like those dreams where you wake up and can’t remember what was happening, you just have the left over emotions running rampant and no idea why you feel that way. The calm boredom could drive me insane some times.
Being bored is one of the worst things that can happen to me. Being bored generally pushes me into a downward spiral with no lovely ride up first. For me, being bored with life is akin to being dead. I am one of the most easily amused people I know. The most mundane, silly, stupid things will make me happy or entertained. I know how some people view this. Fuck them, I enjoy it. Life is nicer when you can be happy about little stupid things. Fighting boredom while fighting for balance is the hardest thing imaginable, at least to me.
I’ve been actively trying to avoid both ups and downs for a while now. It is like trying to avoid breathing or eating. But when I concentrate really hard, I can get a tenuous grasp on an even keel most of the time. I remind myself of the chaos my head becomes when I don’t try to balance. I remind myself of all the things I have to do, all the things I am responsible for that I can’t let drop. I talk myself into it and try to make peace with the boredom, with the feeling of waiting for something that isn’t really there, the wooden moments and the smiling because I have no fucking clue what words to use. I deal with the looks that tell me that -at that moment- the impression I am doing is not normal enough to be convincing.
I feel responsible for so many things. I logically know I am not and cannot be everything I feel like I need to be. But I still do. I try to juggle those things. I try to not be bored. I try to avoid rushing into something I know will crash. I try not to push the self-destruct button that I’ve been playing with since I was a child. I try to remind myself that balance keeps me healthy even if I don’t feel like it. I try to smile and not say what I am thinking when I know it would be a disaster. I try to manage under the weight of all of it. I try to do everything on the little check list I have in my head of Things Grown Ups Do. I try not to beat myself up over the fact I can’t check all the boxes and most likely will never be capable of checking some of them. I try to be everything that I think I am supposed to be in my head, even the things that I know I can’t be. Those are the hardest, the ones you know aren’t possible but you think you should be able to. I deal with all of it.
It is exhausting and it is invisible.
If I do it right, no one notices. Nothing seems amiss, even though I am struggling under the weight of the effort. I sometimes think that makes it harder to do; because when done correctly it appears as if I am doing nothing at all. The reality is I am often so close to drowning or suffocating under the weight of it, I don’t know how I manage. That is when I seem the most normal and functional.
I don’t know why I am writing this all out now, except that my head feels like I am going to explode and I needed to get it out of me. It came up slowly, creeping up on me quietly before it just crashed down. I’d almost forgotten. I was worn down and I forgot how easily it takes hold of me. I’ve been doing a good job. It’s been almost 2 years since my last drop into the empty pit of wallowing misery, which is the longest I’ve ever gone in my entire life. It’s been a long and fairly even two years. I feel like a failure that it is sucking me back in, which makes me feel worse and obviously doesn’t help pull me out. All the logic in the world isn’t helping me the last couple days.
I don’t know what I hoped to accomplish by writing it down. Maybe I just needed to give all these feelings words instead of swallowing them. I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t know how long it will last this time. I’m scared that I’ve forgotten how to pull back from it. I keep going through the motions of what balanced me does like some sort of mantra superstitious people say to ward off evil. I don’t know if it is working or if it will help. I didn’t miss this. I am scared of being put back on the rollercoaster after I fought so hard to be off of it. I keep telling myself it will go away, it always does eventually. I almost believe it right now. I might not by dinner time though.
I forgot how long 5 days feels when I am like this. I’ve had school years that went by faster than this week did. Fuck I am tired.
I’ve gotten better over the years at managing the ever expanding spirals, the ups and downs, the rollercoaster, the endless pits of despair and the over whelming moments of euphoria that come on for no reason what so ever. I’ve learned to manage in situations with other people that feel alien to me; not as well as I would like, but I manage all the same. My attempts at fitting in feel wooden to me a lot of the time, but it can’t be helped. Certain situations are not places that my normal behavior, thoughts and words would be appropriate.
The fact I can tell a lot of those situations from others was a big accomplishment for me and took me more years than I care to admit to. The fact I still can’t tell them all is frustrating beyond words sometimes. I’ve always marveled at people who just know those situations without effort. When I was younger I used to wish I could; now I wish I didn’t have to. My impression of what I think is expected is the best I can come up with. It is a process.
I don’t understand the vast majority of people’s motivations; in fact I think a large percentage of people are out of their fucking minds. The way a lot of people act appears to be nonsensical, pointless and often counter intuitive to me. It’s like being Alice at the tea party, everyone is out of their minds and I’m the one who is out of place. Consequently, my best impression still isn’t dead on and I doubt I’ll ever get it totally right.
I realize all too well how awkward it often comes across when I try to integrate myself or have a conversation. I suspect that people who know me through those sorts of associations think I am a vastly different person than I am. That used to bother me. It doesn’t anymore. That was also a big step for me. The irony of it is when I truly stopped giving a fuck if people liked me or not, more people liked me. I wish I’d known that at 13, though I doubt it would have helped me much.
I love the euphoric feelings, love them. They are pretty much the best thing in the world. They make me feel invincible, in control, and really really good. I’m rested in the mornings. I have creative ideas that come so fast I have to write them down to keep track. My clothes fit better, my makeup is flawless, my hair does what I want. Life feels alive. I want to see everything, do everything. I move more smoothly and end up with less injuries caused by clumsiness. I don’t trip over my words when I get frustrated; I don’t get frustrated much. I don’t fidget, stim, make weird little noises, talk to myself or any of the other countless little idiosyncrasies I do normally that make people uncomfortable or make them think I am weird. Those times are like falling in love over and over again with everything, with life, with art, with family, with myself. They can last for weeks, sometimes months. It’s beautiful. I love not feeling like an actor in my life, the ups are often the only time I feel real or really engaged.
I know that inevitably they wear off. When they do I will want to crawl into a proverbial cave. I’ll wish I could sleep for days and weeks. I won’t want to do anything. I won’t want anything. Colors will dim, food will seem flavorless, my limbs will weigh more than I feel strong enough to lift. Caring about anything becomes too big to bother. In short, I am a miserable wreck when the fall hits. For me the fall has always lasted far longer than the climb. It’s like being drunk for an hour and hung over for a week. Being down feels like I am not really there at all, like I’m not quite a real person, not really invested enough in what is around me to be considered a part of it.
I’ve improved my ability to balance on the edge of the two without falling off; or worse, jumping off. I’ve been a jumper far too much in the past, the pendulum would swing and I would just jump into it and ride whatever wave it was. Bouts of happy madness, or blackness in my soul that felt like it would eat me alive, swallow me or drowned me if I let it. Sometimes I would welcome it when it came. I know how destructive it could be, but I just needed to feel something else from what I’d been stuck in. I sometimes find normal things so mind numbingly boring I have a hard time wanting to balance and I wonder why I bother. I am stuck pretending to some degree for a large part of my day or waiting for something that I can’t name. The waiting is calm compared to anything else; too often it is tinged with the slightest feel of desperation. Like I’m late for something that I am waiting for but I don’t know what it is, so I can’t get to it. Like those dreams where you wake up and can’t remember what was happening, you just have the left over emotions running rampant and no idea why you feel that way. The calm boredom could drive me insane some times.
Being bored is one of the worst things that can happen to me. Being bored generally pushes me into a downward spiral with no lovely ride up first. For me, being bored with life is akin to being dead. I am one of the most easily amused people I know. The most mundane, silly, stupid things will make me happy or entertained. I know how some people view this. Fuck them, I enjoy it. Life is nicer when you can be happy about little stupid things. Fighting boredom while fighting for balance is the hardest thing imaginable, at least to me.
I’ve been actively trying to avoid both ups and downs for a while now. It is like trying to avoid breathing or eating. But when I concentrate really hard, I can get a tenuous grasp on an even keel most of the time. I remind myself of the chaos my head becomes when I don’t try to balance. I remind myself of all the things I have to do, all the things I am responsible for that I can’t let drop. I talk myself into it and try to make peace with the boredom, with the feeling of waiting for something that isn’t really there, the wooden moments and the smiling because I have no fucking clue what words to use. I deal with the looks that tell me that -at that moment- the impression I am doing is not normal enough to be convincing.
I feel responsible for so many things. I logically know I am not and cannot be everything I feel like I need to be. But I still do. I try to juggle those things. I try to not be bored. I try to avoid rushing into something I know will crash. I try not to push the self-destruct button that I’ve been playing with since I was a child. I try to remind myself that balance keeps me healthy even if I don’t feel like it. I try to smile and not say what I am thinking when I know it would be a disaster. I try to manage under the weight of all of it. I try to do everything on the little check list I have in my head of Things Grown Ups Do. I try not to beat myself up over the fact I can’t check all the boxes and most likely will never be capable of checking some of them. I try to be everything that I think I am supposed to be in my head, even the things that I know I can’t be. Those are the hardest, the ones you know aren’t possible but you think you should be able to. I deal with all of it.
It is exhausting and it is invisible.
If I do it right, no one notices. Nothing seems amiss, even though I am struggling under the weight of the effort. I sometimes think that makes it harder to do; because when done correctly it appears as if I am doing nothing at all. The reality is I am often so close to drowning or suffocating under the weight of it, I don’t know how I manage. That is when I seem the most normal and functional.
I don’t know why I am writing this all out now, except that my head feels like I am going to explode and I needed to get it out of me. It came up slowly, creeping up on me quietly before it just crashed down. I’d almost forgotten. I was worn down and I forgot how easily it takes hold of me. I’ve been doing a good job. It’s been almost 2 years since my last drop into the empty pit of wallowing misery, which is the longest I’ve ever gone in my entire life. It’s been a long and fairly even two years. I feel like a failure that it is sucking me back in, which makes me feel worse and obviously doesn’t help pull me out. All the logic in the world isn’t helping me the last couple days.
I don’t know what I hoped to accomplish by writing it down. Maybe I just needed to give all these feelings words instead of swallowing them. I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t know how long it will last this time. I’m scared that I’ve forgotten how to pull back from it. I keep going through the motions of what balanced me does like some sort of mantra superstitious people say to ward off evil. I don’t know if it is working or if it will help. I didn’t miss this. I am scared of being put back on the rollercoaster after I fought so hard to be off of it. I keep telling myself it will go away, it always does eventually. I almost believe it right now. I might not by dinner time though.
I forgot how long 5 days feels when I am like this. I’ve had school years that went by faster than this week did. Fuck I am tired.
January 01, 2013
2013 already.... Hmmm....
We made it back from my in laws in one piece. Had a great week up north. We got an Xbox 360 for at my in laws house so that the grandkids (and papa) could play it at their house. I'll upload some of the epic Band Hero moments when I get them off my phone. Toad on drums, Skydog on guitar and Papa on vocals. It was epic. Highlight of the band moments was a rendition of the culture club "Do you really want to hurt me?"
Papa singing
I got to see a bunch of friends which I haven't seen a few years, I managed to squeeze in lunch with my darling Rach and dinner with 4 of my awesome peeps. Plus we ran into a few more friends out and about. Gotta love being from a small town.
We drove for 10 hours the day before and just didn't have the energy to party, so New Years was spent at home watching an Indiana Jones marathon with Toad and having champagne. Honestly, it was kind of nice.
2012 was pretty fucking awesome. I hope 2013 is even better. Hope it is for you too.
October 31, 2012
New car!
June 28, 2012
Costumes are finished! Steampunk Alice and Hatter
Steam Punk Alice (From the video game)
Steampunk Hatter, Toad style.
Up close of the crazy eye make up and lashes
Close up of the devishly handsome Toad.
In 48 hours, we will be at the ball, dancing, partying anf generally being awesome. Cannot wait!!!!
November 24, 2011
Things I am thankful for, in no particular order
-Having a strong, beautiful and amazing mother who taught me how to be the woman I am.
-A husband who makes me feel like the only woman in the world, and loves me because of all my weird quirks, not in spite of them. (that makes a huge difference) And he's really hot, which is also a plus.
-A brilliant and talented son who is quickly turning into a quirky, self assured awesome man.
-Several of the coolest people I have had the privilege to know as friends. And quite a few less cool, but still alright people as well... hehehehe. Kidding. I am lucky to have such great friends.
-Being healthy. Seeing my mom go through her disability day in and day out, I do not take being healthy for granted.
-A sister that is also my friend, and is wicked fun to hang out with.
-An adorable, loving little fur ball that is always happy to see me when I come home. It is hard not to feel important when Wicket's excited little face greets you the moment you walk in.
-A stable job surrounded by competent and caring co-workers. In this economy any job is a blessing, but being able to work with good people makes it even more so.
-In laws who treat me like their own daughter/sister/aunt.
-Living in a beautiful place that makes me feel peaceful when I come home.
And a million other things, but those were the first that came to mind this morning. Happy thanksgiving everyone. I hope this finds you with just as many things to be thankful for.
Love,
Kris
Grandma, Me, Mom and my sister
November 22, 2011
....
Last couple weeks I've been having some sort of artistic block. I want to go into my art room and get all of this out of my head, or maybe put a pen to paper and write it out, something....anything... And then there is nothing. Just half thought through ideas, like trying to remember a dream you woke up in the middle of.
My skin feels too small, the room feels too warm, too crowded, I don't know. The monotony of it bears down on me, the stress of trying to fix my mom's house situation, to be "wife', 'mom", "employee', "daughter", "sister', 'student'... to be all things to all people and still have time to be myself. It's exhausting. Sometimes I don't even remember which one is really me, they all are but none of them are.
I want to be protesting. I want to be dancing. I want to be studying. I want to be building things in foreign countries that need things built. I want to be creating. I want to be indulging in the hedonistic pleasures of the flesh. I want to be reading. I want to be able to fix my mom. I want a lot of things. I'm trying to balance the reality of the life I have built against the things I wanted that life to be; and somehow reconcile them in a way that doesn't leave me feeling like I bypassed the things I loved for the safety of things I tolerate because they are 'comfortable'.
Bleh.
Going out of town this week. I think perhaps the change of scenery to someplace I adore will help my frustration. At the very least, there will be good hiking and clam chowder.
My skin feels too small, the room feels too warm, too crowded, I don't know. The monotony of it bears down on me, the stress of trying to fix my mom's house situation, to be "wife', 'mom", "employee', "daughter", "sister', 'student'... to be all things to all people and still have time to be myself. It's exhausting. Sometimes I don't even remember which one is really me, they all are but none of them are.
I want to be protesting. I want to be dancing. I want to be studying. I want to be building things in foreign countries that need things built. I want to be creating. I want to be indulging in the hedonistic pleasures of the flesh. I want to be reading. I want to be able to fix my mom. I want a lot of things. I'm trying to balance the reality of the life I have built against the things I wanted that life to be; and somehow reconcile them in a way that doesn't leave me feeling like I bypassed the things I loved for the safety of things I tolerate because they are 'comfortable'.
Bleh.
Going out of town this week. I think perhaps the change of scenery to someplace I adore will help my frustration. At the very least, there will be good hiking and clam chowder.
November 17, 2011
Been out of the art room this week
Things have been a bit hectic and I have been neglecting my stuff. :( I'm hoping to focus some time this weekend to finish a few projects since McHottness is away on business and the Toad will be visiting with family. Wish me luck. I've got some baking to do as well...... :)
November 02, 2011
Dia de los Muertos
Sadly, we couldn't make it to Old Town today. *sniff sniff* but I am working on more sugar skulls. I shall post them when I am done.
October 16, 2011
Baby rattle snake
We found this little guy on the driveway. McHottness was nice enough to move it off the road so it wouldn't get killed. I realize it is a rattlesnake, but it is also a baby and pretty cute for a harbringer of doom. :) I named him Mr. Cuddles.
My husband is such a softie.
March 12, 2011
BALL TICKETS!!!!
The Ball is right around the corner!!!
This year, the infamous toad will be going with his daddy and I to the ball. We've already begun planning our costumes. I think it has been decided that there will be steam punk gear. (The toad and steampunk, like we didn't all see that coming)
So excited!!! We bought the tickets on pre-sale, we have our suite booked, it will be awesome.
This year, the infamous toad will be going with his daddy and I to the ball. We've already begun planning our costumes. I think it has been decided that there will be steam punk gear. (The toad and steampunk, like we didn't all see that coming)
So excited!!! We bought the tickets on pre-sale, we have our suite booked, it will be awesome.
December 22, 2010
Been out of it for a while
With Holidays, gardening, and so forth. Sorry everyone, I will post new projects soon. I've been helping the Toad with his holiday presents and obviously we haven't taken pics of those. :)
December 10, 2010
Been busy planting
So no art projects lately. Trying to get all my seeds sown in the green house so that come spring I have vegetable plants to put in the dirt. I love living in the country. :) More updates soon, for now though a little busy with planting.
November 15, 2010
Upcoming events and other such nonsense.
Busy next few weeks…
This weekend it looks like I am shooting (paid) which is exciting. I’m still adjusting to the idea people will pay me to be a photographer. On that same note the following day I am shooting as well, though as a model. I am looking forward to that shoot. It is with one of my very favorite photographers ever, Bob Zandeigh. We’ve shot together several times, but not for a few years and I am eager to be in front of his lens again. He has a great eye, the emotion he captures in his pictures is fantastic.
And in just two short weeks from today, I hit the dreaded 3-0. My 20’s are officially behind me; I say that with a mix of indignation, incredulousness, and utter shock. I took 19 like a train wreck, so I guess it goes without saying that 30 will be harder. I don’t even know exactly where the last decade went. In any case, McHottness has already bought annual passes for universal studios for us as a family to take me out on my birthday or there abouts. It has become something of a tradition now that every year he gets family annual passes to some amusement park for us on my birthday. And we already have Social D tickets to a sold out show coming up, great venue. They were touring back east for the longest time, so it is nice to be able to get tickets here now.
Of course the holidays are quickly approaching. I booked a photo shoot for the family with another photographer friend of mine Josh Coffman, he did some of our maternity shots and several of my fine art shots from before. We wanted new ones that included the newest kids in the family. I’m looking forward to those. Sadly they won’t be done in time for holiday cards. Oh well. I’ve already gotten a head start on holiday baking, I stocked up on everything over the weekend to get going.
I’m trying to decide where to go for our 13th anniversary coming up and I am hitting a dead end in terms of making up my mind. Our anniversary being New Years is a blessing and a curse. There is *always* something to do, but it is hard to find openings. As of now I am down to a cabin at Big Bear Lake, a bed and breakfast in Morro Bay or Idyllwild, a room on the strip in Vegas or….. well, a few other things. Lol… I’m having trouble pinning one thing down. Vegas will be packed. Big Bear, Morro Bay and Idyllwild will be cold (which isn’t bad, but limits things like using our kayak or backpacking gear) I don’t know. Grrrr. I need to hurry up though or no place will have an opening.
This weekend it looks like I am shooting (paid) which is exciting. I’m still adjusting to the idea people will pay me to be a photographer. On that same note the following day I am shooting as well, though as a model. I am looking forward to that shoot. It is with one of my very favorite photographers ever, Bob Zandeigh. We’ve shot together several times, but not for a few years and I am eager to be in front of his lens again. He has a great eye, the emotion he captures in his pictures is fantastic.
And in just two short weeks from today, I hit the dreaded 3-0. My 20’s are officially behind me; I say that with a mix of indignation, incredulousness, and utter shock. I took 19 like a train wreck, so I guess it goes without saying that 30 will be harder. I don’t even know exactly where the last decade went. In any case, McHottness has already bought annual passes for universal studios for us as a family to take me out on my birthday or there abouts. It has become something of a tradition now that every year he gets family annual passes to some amusement park for us on my birthday. And we already have Social D tickets to a sold out show coming up, great venue. They were touring back east for the longest time, so it is nice to be able to get tickets here now.
Of course the holidays are quickly approaching. I booked a photo shoot for the family with another photographer friend of mine Josh Coffman, he did some of our maternity shots and several of my fine art shots from before. We wanted new ones that included the newest kids in the family. I’m looking forward to those. Sadly they won’t be done in time for holiday cards. Oh well. I’ve already gotten a head start on holiday baking, I stocked up on everything over the weekend to get going.
I’m trying to decide where to go for our 13th anniversary coming up and I am hitting a dead end in terms of making up my mind. Our anniversary being New Years is a blessing and a curse. There is *always* something to do, but it is hard to find openings. As of now I am down to a cabin at Big Bear Lake, a bed and breakfast in Morro Bay or Idyllwild, a room on the strip in Vegas or….. well, a few other things. Lol… I’m having trouble pinning one thing down. Vegas will be packed. Big Bear, Morro Bay and Idyllwild will be cold (which isn’t bad, but limits things like using our kayak or backpacking gear) I don’t know. Grrrr. I need to hurry up though or no place will have an opening.
November 06, 2010
November 02, 2010
October 24, 2010
Grrrr
I have been out of the loop for a little while. An uninsured driver basically destroyed my car and I have been swamped dealing with that. All I can say is, thank G-d my husband insists we have amazing insurance and that I always wear my seatbelt. This is the second accident in one year and neither could I have prevented, very frustrating.
My rental car isn't too bad and I was released from the hospital the same day, with what appears to be minimal damage. My car however will be in the shop for another week or two. They are basically rebuilding most of it. I'm rather shocked they didn't total it, the sticker for the damage is slowly creeping up towards the cars value, they may end up doing that after all if more damage is found.
So, I've been sleeping a lot and drugged up on muscle relaxers and pain meds, haven't been making much of anything. I did a lovely photoshoot for my sister yesterday, if I can get her permission to post I may put one of the shots up. Fantastic. I've already got three other people lined up that want me to shoot them. I'm fairly excited to be making money on the other side of the lens.
My rental car isn't too bad and I was released from the hospital the same day, with what appears to be minimal damage. My car however will be in the shop for another week or two. They are basically rebuilding most of it. I'm rather shocked they didn't total it, the sticker for the damage is slowly creeping up towards the cars value, they may end up doing that after all if more damage is found.
So, I've been sleeping a lot and drugged up on muscle relaxers and pain meds, haven't been making much of anything. I did a lovely photoshoot for my sister yesterday, if I can get her permission to post I may put one of the shots up. Fantastic. I've already got three other people lined up that want me to shoot them. I'm fairly excited to be making money on the other side of the lens.
October 08, 2010
I didn't die... :)
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This is the view from our front door. Isn't it beautiful???
April 05, 2008
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