Jobs

As some of you... er... all of you... know, the company I'm working for now has filed bankruptcy. It's in the final throws with a very small percent chance of recovery. The word on the street is that we can expect to work about 4-6 more months and then it's all up in the air. I'm okay with that... I haven't put out any resumes or anything because, well, I hate doing that. But I did have something fall in my lap. A girl I worked for for three weeks before she left for another job sent an application my way last week for a nice position at her new company along with a recommendation she sent to her HR people. It just kind of fell in my lap and so I figured it would be cake. I went in for an interview last week and sat there answereing questions for 40 minutes between two girls. The job was for an Administrative Assistant position for a VERY hippy company - they consult with other companies on how to lessen there environmental impact. It was my dream job. Anyway, I found out today that I didn't get it. Huh. Weird. It seems odd because they sought me out. I'm a little at odds with it - but mostly I suppose because nobody likes rejection. I emailed the girls and asked for specifics on why I didn't get it and I'm interested in hearing back from them. I know I have a hard time with interviews. I'm not very good at selling myself in person. Oh well... At least I still have this job for another couple of months. And a boyfriend who rocks and doesn't love me for my money.

Pistachio!

So, J.-Dawg, bought me a fish. A pretty little beta that’s white with a purple-maroonie colored tail. I named her Pistachio and I LOVE her. She has a pretty little round bowl with lime green rocks on the bottom and some purple flower plants and a little purple lily pad. The colors all work so well together with this pretty little fish. I just love her. J. is teaching me how to be a good beta momma and how I have to feed her twice a day and clean her bowl and make sure she’s warm enough. I never knew I was such a sucker for such a little thing but I rush home at night now to make sure she’s still swimming around and that she looks happy and content. And I’ve changed my wake up routine in the morning so I don’t startle her so bad by turning on such a bright lamp right above her. I really want this pretty little fish to stick around for a while. She means the world to me because she’s from J. and he means the world to me. He has a beta too – a beautiful deep red one named The Human Torch, but we just call him Big Red.

Wheels

I need a car. I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned this before or not… it seems like I must have only because it’s been at the top of my list for a while. So, remember how I was so excited to be learning how to drive a clutch again on S.’s little Subaru? Well, I’m proud to say it only took me 4 months to ruin a brand new clutch and only $700 to buy a new one. I think that perhaps this, more then anything has been my great motivator in moving my butt to get my own car. That and the fact that it’s hard at 28 years of age to ask to borrow a car so you can drive to see your boyfriend… Oh well, I’m so lucky that I’ve got such nice family that they’ve let me these past couple of months or so. Anyway… I’m in the market now and looking harder then ever… er… actually, I’m bugging M & D to look harder then ever for me. All I need is a junker/clunker with 4 wheels and an engine that will move my butt 16 miles to J.’s house and back… oh, and the occasional trip to Utah to pick up some of my fun stuff from my storage unit. Now really, is that asking so much?

Wild Fun

This morning was kind of a crazy morning. S. had to go up to Seattle at 5:30 am so he was going to drop me off at the Transit Center so I could catch a bus instead of hitching a ride all the way to P-Town like I normally do. This is fine except I don’t have to be at work till 8am. I ended up arriving down town a lot earlier then 8am because I took an Express bus -which is a lovely thing when you’re a Public Transit Commuter. It snowed last night so I had to find a place down town that I could hang out at that was going to be nice and comfortable and warm. It turns out that Borders café opens up nice and early and has plush, easy chairs you can sit in and – here’s the dangerous part – the café serves hot chocolate! With whipped cream! And sprinkles! I felt so wild ordering a hot chocolate at a book store café and then sitting there and drinking it with people thinking it was coffee and all… I’m a dork I know, but it was wild, delicious, fun. It did suck though having to wake up about 4:30’ish to catch that bus to get that hot chocolate and the only thing that makes THAT okay, was that I had the most relaxing and lovely weekend bumming around with J. I don’t think from Friday to Sunday we were ever out of our PJ’s. We did catch up on a lot of video game playing and movies and snacks though, which was good. Because neither of us have a car, we can’t go anywhere or spend any money but I think – sometimes, that’s just nice.

Wishes

I wish that change came about just by writing down a plan. I’ve discovered about myself that I actually love to write out plans. I love the process of thinking of a problem – something I’d like to change – and then writing out detailed plans on how that change has got to happen. I love to make budgeted plans for paying down debt. I love to make menus for healthy eating, work out schedules and routines. I love to make shopping lists and to do lists for getting my life organized. I love to make plans for saving up for something and plans for paying for something. I love to make lists for weekend get-a-ways and for dream vacations. I love to work and re-work over lists and plans I’ve made before – trying to get them just perfect – perhaps finally coming up with something that actually would work. For all the effort that I put into making up these good life plans for all these good life changes, I wish that was all it took. It sucks that you actually have to DO what you write down. You actually have to STICK to the budget, the grocery list, the packing list. You actually have to EAT the healthy menu and DO the work out routines. Huh, where’s the fun in that?

Fresh Start

I had wanted to start the year out strong by writing more on here… but as it seems is usually the case, I’m lucky to get this one posted in the spare minute I find between ragged breaths from running around crazy. So, quick update – still here in Portland/Vancouver area and still enjoying it. Especially the part where there is no snow on the ground. Hate the part where it doesn’t really matter because I don’t have a car to drive around anyway, but I’m dealing with that. – Should have something soon… I hope… Still working in Portland and still trying to get the motivation to look for another job. I guess when I hate this one bad enough I’ll move on. Or when the Company’s Bankruptcy is finalized and I lose my job anyway. Still dating J. and still loving every minute of it. Dating someone is a lot harder then they make it look in the movies but I’m happy to report it’s also a lot more fun and a lot more fulfilling. He is my dream man – beautiful tender hearted punk who writes me songs and draws me the most beautiful artistic drawings. I don’t really have any big adventures on the horizon right now which makes my life feel a little off balance, but I’m finding that just trying to make it day to day is exciting enough. I do wish I had my snow shoes or my snow board up here with me but I can’t do anything about that today so I won’t worry about it. I should plan a trip down to Utah to pick some of those things up – but the car situation makes that tough. Oh well, like I said, won’t worry about that today…

Yeah, yeah, I know...

Okay, so it's been a while scince I've posted which is really funny because when I came out here the big part of it was that I was committed to writing a ton more of everything that's going on. And I will. I promise. But in the mean time, suffice it to say that may days are most amazingly and lovingly and happily being frittered away canoodling with the most wonderful and dear and kind and sweet boy named J. (Yup friends, I'm in love with another J to add to the confusion of J. and J. and get this... all three are left handed! Wild, I know.) Anyway, more to come... just content yourself with the knowledge that... I'm happy.

A Medium Sized Adventure

So, as some of you may know, my car died before I came out here to P. I am officially car-less. Which is fine, I don't mind riding the 'Shame Train' otherwise known as public transit. But in the interest of convenience for all concerned S. is helping me learn... er... relearn how to drive a stick shift. The other night we went to the church parking lot like I was 15 again and I practiced starting, stoping, starting, stoping, shifting, reversing. Shesh! I think I owe him a new car or at very least a new transmission. I'd learned how to drive a stick about 10 years ago but haven't touched one scince. Apparantly while it might be like riding a bicycle - it's still going to be a very bumpy ride for a bit, I'm afraid.

Back in Business

So, I am officially working once again. I've got a nice day job now in down town Portland. It's a panty hose job meaning I have to wear NICE clothes. Not even business casual. We're talking BUSINESS. I'm going to have to revamp my wardrobe I'm afraid. And get some shoes. Any excuse I guess. I have to take a bus to work. And a car I guess. If S. and I leave the house at 6:35am then I'll make it in time to catch the bus at 7:35 (because of traffic - that's why it takes so long) to get to a block away from my work site by 8am. Then to come home, I have to take two buses to meet S. back at the climbing gym to drive another hour back home by 6:30. Sheesh. I miss the days of my 5 minute up the hill commute. But it has been very fun (read: interesting) to learn how ride the public transit system. On friday - S. won't be around so I have to take public transit the whole way. And then on my way home I'm taking the train to Seattle. So get this - I have to catch my first bus at 6am which will take me to the transit center, then I'll take a shutttle to the MAX station where I'll take the Yellow line 'trax bus' to down town where I'll catch another to get to work. Sheesh! And then a 4 hour Amtrak train ride so Seattle. That's going to be a very interesting day (read: nerve wracking). Scary because if something goes wrong and I miss a bus or train or something then I won't have anyone to call to save me because S & A will already be in Seattle. Anyway, so I'm here now in P Town and happy to be here but it's taken me a bit to write about it because there have been so many emotions. I really didn't think it would be as hard to leave as it has been. I know P. get's a bad rap, but I really did enjoy my time there. And I miss my friends. and I realize now that I had the CUSHIEST job ever! I mean, I was a sucker just to leave that. Laugh, oh well. S & A have been so good and so sweet and kind to me and their kids are so much fun. All though, it's been an adventure going from living all alone nice and quietly to crashing at my brothers house with his 4 kids for a while. Quite a big difference. Anyway, so many thoughts now I wish I'd taken a moment to jot down for the sake of their own preservation but, this is all I've got for now. I guess, just know I'm having an adventure to be sure... and that I'm really... learning a lot.

Ha Ha Ha! Did I just say RELAXED!!

So, scratch that last part. You know, the one where I said I was relaxed. Between here and there in my dash to get out of Dodge I've hit a major road block. You see, my car? The unregistered one? That I just put 250$ bucks into, to try and fix up? Is dead. D. E. D. Dead. The transmission is gone completely. So, last night, I tried to gamely limp it up the hill to the Transmission Shop, but didn't even make it a mile. I'd had the forethought to have J. come follow me and with the help of a stranger who was walking by, who happened to own a tow chain, and lived only a block from where I stopped - my car was towed the rest of the 4 or so miles. In the rain. The last bit we had to push. Did I mention that already? In the rain? So, now this morning, after borrowing my boss' car to get myself there I find out that the transmission will be about 2,100 to fix. I only paid 3,000 for the car. So it's getting scrapped. I called around and after being told by some that I couldn't pay them to take the car, I found one that will give me 100$ for it. So, now I've got J.'s sister W. coming with a van to help me put all my stuff into her van. R. is going to give me a ride the the airport on Thursday so I can rent a car - drive it back down to Provo - load it up and then drive it back north to Boise where I'll stay in a hotel. Then on Friday I'll drive it to S.'s house, then have him follow me to the airport to return it for a grand rental total of 250$. Sheesh. So, laugh with me now. Here I am on this big adventure I asked for. It's turning out to be a lot more then I asked for. Now, I'm not only homeless, I'm wingless too. With out my car, I'm grounded. I really wanted to be able to drive out to Glacier National Park to see the meteor shower on the 1'st of September. I wanted to be able to go to SL tomorrow to say goodbye to some friends, I wanted to be able to drive out to see my cousin's before I left. But... oh well, I guess it's not like I'm dying. I'll be back. In the mean time - while I had some more excellent tips for living in your car organized in my brain to share with you, this latest adventure has knocked them out and so I'll have to leave you with just this one... if your plan is to live in your car, make sure it it's in proper condition or it's just going to cause you more grief.

Homeless... Homeless... Like the Christ Child was...

That title should be sung. Like the song. By that one guy. Who does Christmas songs. So, I debated about what to title this post. Because what I want to tell you about is really, What I've Learned From Being Homeless Volume 1. So, I guess, here it is... in no particular order...
*Don't leave your paperback books in the back windshield or the sun will melt the glue and then you'll have to read them one leaf at a time. (Which is actually quite fun.)
*Take a shower whenever and wherever you can, even if you don't think you need one. Who knows when you'll get another chance.
*You could pay 7.00$ for a burger and fries and eat for one meal, or you could buy apples, bread, peanut butter, jam and eat for 7 days.
*Don't keep Lingonberries in your cooler if you ONLY eat them with Meatballs. Or mayonnaise for that fact if you only eat it once a year. Cooler space is precious space.
*Keep your clean underwear and t-shirts on top and accessible. Or be willing to pay 10$ a pair for new ones at VS. Or, be ready to slum it for 5$ 3 packs at Walmart.
*If you find a quiet, shady spot - remember where it is. And don't tell anyone else who lives in their car or they might kife it.
*Take good advantage of the amenities of the Library. Namely, books, air conditioning, internet, bathrooms, drinking fountains and soft chairs. You can take a nap there if you have a book in your lap. They won't kick you out. I know. I tried it.
*A duffel bag is invaluable for when you are sleeping at the Gym. It's good for discreetly carrying your pajamas and shampoo into your work.
*Keep your candy bars in the cooler. I hope there is no explanation needed with this one.
*Dollar theaters are wonderful inventions for passing time late at night as well as are Red Box DVD rentals you can watch on your lap top.
Okay - Those are my big lessons learned thus far. But remember - I've still got a week and a half or so to go... So this really is hopefully Volume 1.
(In all honesty I've been "homeless" since Monday at Noon and I'm thoroughly enjoying myself. I've spent time sitting under shady trees in the Canyon, taken naps in the library and the park, visited friends and read A LOT - all things I love to do. For the first time in my life, I'm wondering why I've spent so much of my time working. I really feel like I'm learning how to relax all over again. Believe it or not, now that the stress of moving is done, this is the most relaxed I've been for quite some time...)

Aaarrgghh!!

See that title? That's my stress yell. I'm a little stressed. Which is actually quite funny. Let me tell you why... First, how do I know I'm stressed? Because my one eye is twitching uncontrollably, my other eye is big and red because The Sty has returned, the skin on my finger tips is peeling off, my hair is falling out, I have a lead weight in my stomach and a two inch fuse. Now, why am I stressed out? Because I've only got one more day to pack up and move my house, I'm only two thirds done, the storage unit is 3 miles away instead of 2 blocks, my car is unregistered so every drive out there is a dance with fate - is that a cop behind me? I'm at a mandatory impound now - I don't have enough boxes, I've too much crap and I've got to be to work at 5pm. Luckily, I do have a friend with a trailer coming to help tomorrow... - Also, because I'm leaving for Spokane for the weekend on Friday and the only one to cover my shift is no one's first choice, and then when I come back I'm homeless for two weeks with another weekend trip to Cedar City - provided I can get that shift covered - and then I'm taking off forever from dear friends and loved ones on my way to who knows what!! Sheesh. Okay, now why is it funny? Because this is the adventure I wanted. I mean, I ASKED for this!! And today, this is very funny. Very, very funny. Now laugh. Ha ha ha ha, whaaa!

It's Time to Move on... It's Time to Get Goin'

So, I'm packing and packing and packing up. It seems to be a little bit overwhelming. Mostly I'm struggling with my desire to have it all done and ready to go but I've got some stumbling blocks. See, I'm moving all my crap to a storage unit, but I don't want to pay for it unless I have to. So, what I've got packed up to store is just sitting here in my living room. I want it OUT. Also, I want to pack stuff up, but I don't have enough big boxes. I've been saving little boxes (you never know when you need a good sturdy box for mailing a package, right Mom?) but they are useless when trying to box stuff up. And lastly, my roommate, who got married on Friday and is on her honeymoon for a week or so, still has all her stuff around so I'm trying to pick and pack my stuff amongst hers and I look around and it feels like I've still got so much junk. I'm trying to throw it all way, get rid of it, clean up, detox, cleanse, but it's harder then I thought. I want to live my life like the water wheel. In order for the wheel to turn it needs to have the momentum of dumping the water before it can pick up any more. So, I want to be free enough to gladly and willingly hold on to less with the understanding that the world will provide for my needs and I'll have the ability and capabilities to pick up things again as I need them. I like the sound of that anyway... So my last day of work at C. is this Friday and I'm happy for it. Sad of course to leave all my great girlfriends there who've made my life great, but excited to feel like I'm ACTUALLY starting my big adventure. And it means I can get moving on packing up. My last day at the Q. isn't until the 29th but that's okay by me. It will be nice to have a check in September. And I like it there. Most days. Well, it will be nice to have something to do with my afternoons off once I'm done packing and all anyway.

Back East Vacation

Just some highlights for you all... Actually for me...
*Hot humid Baltimore
*Are we in the ghetto?
*Sights from the car
*Long drive - where the bear was
*Farm house tour
*Garden fare dinner - tomatoes!
*Chicken Liver/Heart
*Milk cow tour
*Late night movies and twinkie runs
*Long forever drive to OBX
*Friends, beach walk, fireworks and sunset, pier talks, Batman perch
*Hot humid car, misquitos, Drugstore runs
*Playing in the Atlantic - you look smashing - ocean waves
*Parasailing, Paragliding, Windsurfing, Kitesurfing, Windsailing What?!?
*Heating up dinner in NC/VA gas station
*Country tour
*Bike trail - jump track - falling on my butt
*Learning to skip rocks in the river
*Candy from the Farmers Market
*Scenic drives, secrets spots and almost dying trying to get up there
*Sunday drives, talks and naps
*Practicing Binary and 1337 5p34x
*Corn Row Braiding
*Meeting folks
*The chicken house and the Big Birds
*Not being afraid to buy milk anymore
*Hiking on the Appelachian
*Climbing EVERYTHING
*The rock collection- tombstones -ebaite- animals
*The Jefferson, Reflecting Pool, Vet Memorial Wall
*Stoping because I need to pee
*Trying to miss my flight - bad luck to have caught it
*Half an hour goodbyes
*Missing him like crazy already
- Okay, that's all for now, more to come as I remember and feel it...

Spot Light

Tonight at Ward Prayer my roommate K. and I were spot lighted. I always get so nervous being in front of a crowd. I'm afraid of grandstanding or showing up who I'm up there with. And I'm nervous that I won't be able to think of something clever to say fast enough. Or that I won't be clever at all. I like being clever. Anyway, everyone had the chance to ask us any questions they cared too and the best (or the ones I had the best answer to) was "what kind of superhero power would you like to have?" My answer? "It doesn't matter as long as I get to wear my underwear on the outside of my clothes." Also, someone asked me how old I was which is a question I hate because I'm kind of old for a singles ward in Provo. So, I asked back, "My real age or my fake age?" They said real age so I answered, "27" they asked then, what's your fake age and I answered, "34." I heard someone say, ooh, She's soo cute. Which, I guess I was going for... but the best laugh of the night was after all my performing and acting cute and saying clever things, no one still came up and talked to me afterwrads. Oh well! Jokes on them, laugh, I'm outta here anyway.

7 O'clock Slump

So, I'd like to write about my 4th of July holiday and how much fun I had white water rafting down the Snake River in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. I'd tell you about my favorite people that came, J. and A. and S. and N. and how my favorite co-worker and friend E. came with me and it was her very first time. I'd like to take the time to tell you about the misquitos everywhere! and how I was bite 7 times. About how I brought with me a bag bursting full of old credit card receipts and bills and junk from the last 6 years and how I had a wild time burning it all in the camp fire. I'd want to express to you how much I love the Snake and how beautiful it is up in the mountains with the green trees and beautifully forested canyons and hills and how I want to live in Aspen or Thayne and marry a river guide. I'd laugh while I told you about cliff jumping and getting pulled out of the boat and how cold the water was and the fact that J. almost took me out when he got stuck surfing a hole and didn't yeild to tonage and if I hadn't ducked when I did I would have ended up with a crushed face and as it was we both got the bejesus scared out of us!! I would tell you about how happy and tan and relaxed I am and how much I love river trips, but the truth of the matter is that I've hit my 7 o'clock slump and I got back late and am too tired to do it. Sorry.

I Did It! Kind of...

Yay! I went long boarding again last night with J. and I am proud to say no one was hurt! This is like a first for us. But, really, for the sake of honest reporting and all I went down the entire canyon length riding the board on my butt. It's a lot easier and the falling distance is quite a bit less. I figure I'm still getting better, I'm just learning the trail and then I'll be braver about standing up and going down. Either way it was a good time all around. I think I need to invest in a pair of skater shoes so I can drag my feet a little bit better with out them bumping and skiping along and knocking me off balance. On a different note, I had the cutest little joy happen. We had gone to J. house to pick up his daughter E. and as we walked in to the house (I came in behind him) E. looks up from the kitchen, yells my name, throws her arms out and runs straight in to mine. Right past dear ol' Daddy. Yeah! I loved it. She's such a tender little thing and it's been so much fun to have her growing and learning and remembering my name! I just laughed silently to myself the whole way down the canyon. Ha! Take that J.! Sweetie little thing. On another different note, I just got another call from P. (I know, suprise, suprise, it's not a J. name) who was our waiter on the cruise ship from May. He has been calling me pretty regularly. He has invited me to come out to India next fall to visit him and I'm planning on it, set in concrete and cement, absolutly for sure. I've only just needed a catalyst to get there, the desire has been forever.

Maija's On a Roll...

So, it's been satisfactor-ily decided that the creature that came from the very depths of H-E-LL to growl at us was indeed a Mtn. Lion. I was talking to C. and he said that he saw one up there at that same point not even two weeks prior, so that seals the deal.It was a Mtn. Lion. Any one who wants to argue - I challenge them to physical combate. But not until I've healed from my most recent adventure. I went long boarding in the Canyon with J. Monday night after work. About 10pm with our headlamps and helmets in tow we set out. Now, I had bought a long board about two weeks ago and that was the very first time I'd ever been on one in my ENTIRE LIFE! I think everyone had more faith in my capabilities then was warrented but regardless - So, I'm starting slow, building confidence when all of a sudden I hit a hill and start picking up speed and then I'm zooming around corners, faster then a speeding bullet and I go into a dark corner under a bridge... the corner is tighter then I had anticipated and I didn't start my turn soon enough and OH MY GOSH I'M GOING TO DIE!! And so I try to correct myself, over correct, and end up flying off my board, landing on my butt, bouncing a couple of times, rolling on my knee and elbow and sliding a bit on my back. I've got road rash down my elbow, lower back, and knee. I conked my head really bad (cracked my helmet that I was SO glad to have on) and have some sweet whiplash action going on. I feel like I was thrown from a car. But OH BOY did I love it. It was such a great time. I felt like I was flying in absolute freedom. I'm excited to keep practicing, getting better and showing S. up. Buwahaha! -Don't worry Mom, I was safe the whole time. It's really no big deal. And I'm healing very nicely.

Not for the Faint of Heart

So, Mom... Don't read this one if you're going to be scared. I have a very scary story to relate to all of you tonight. Once my heart starts pounding of course. Okay, deep breath. Here we go... So, tonight my friend R. and I decided to go for a late night hike up Rock Canyon to enjoy the moon and the ambiance. Now, R. is a cute little thing and one of my favorite girlfriends (we'd earlier spent the day with another favorite girlfriend E. at 7 Peaks. On a scary side note, I wore a BIKINI!! A real one. No middle. In public. In front of people. Real people. And I LOVED it!) Okay, so R. and I are hiking up the canyon and it's getting nice and dark and kind of creepy but we keep going. We've been hiking up for about 45 minutes when we get to our regular turn around point. We choose this point because from there the road splits into three and you can go off in different directions. We debated at this point whether to go a minute or more further. I whispered to R. that I didn't want to go much further because I'm really afraid of the dark but we decided to go just a minute or more further. We hadn't gone more then 20 steps up the trail to the right when WE GOT GROWLED AT!! I mean, I'm talking a real, low, gutteral warning growl. It sounded like a motorcross engine. Only with a vertebrae. And teeth. And claws. I was SCARED! We both heard it and without a word just turned around and RAN back down the trail until we almost lost our balance in the loose rock and scree and we stopped for a minute to assess the situation. We didn't feel any thing or hear anything following us so we then just hot footed back down the canyon by the light of the moon. At one other point on the trail R. heard a rustleing in the bushes off to her right and once again we found ourself racing down the mountain. OH. MY. GOSH. I was very, very scared. So, there is only one thing to do. Go back tomorrow and look for tracks! Yeah! I'll keep you posted whether it was lion, tiger or bear.

Summer

So, it's officially summer here at the Q. How can I tell you ask? Because there are four people in the gym tonight and two of them happen to be working. It really tends to slow down here what with the beautiful canyons we have around here and the cheapness of the popular student population. It's alright, it's okay, it means I get to sit here and pound out a quick blog.
I'm a little disappointed with where this whole blog thing is going I've got to admit. I wanted to keep it as a way to keep everyone informed of my antics but it seems the it mostly just makes me feel bad that I've been severely lacking in antics. So, I'm bringing on the antics. I like that word, I think I should use it more often.
I've got big plans I guess for the summer... In a week I'm leaving on a cruise. It's the same one I went on with A. and S. and M. but this time I'm going with the girls. My work at C. is paying me to go on this cruise with one of our clients and so it should be fun. I'm going with some other great girl friends and we'll see if I can't get into any trouble this time around. After that, I should be home for about two weeks and then I'm taking off again to do that kayaking/rafting trip down Desolation Canyon that I did last year. This year should prove to be a bit more interesting be cause J. is coming out from NY and J.'s Gypsy Lover Wanna Be Girlfriend A. is coming too. So, some more interesting social dynamics for sure. Hilarity if not drama is sure to ensue. Well, then I guess I'll be home for three or four or maybe even five weeks and I'll take off again then for Baltimore where I'll meet up with G.L.J. and we'll travel back down to Virginia. I'm excited to spend some time exploring the East a bit. Then in August I'm off to the Telluride Bluegrass Music Festival for a long weekend of good music, good camping and good friends and then I'm doing it. I mean, I'm REALLY going to do it. I'm going to quite my life here in good ol' P-Town and move to a much better, bigger and brighter P-Town. Up north a bit. And a little west. As in, Northwest. The Great Northwest. We'll see. If all goes according to "plan" I'll be there until May or June of '08 and then head down the coast for the San Luis Obispo. No reason, never been, nope, don't know anyone. Just thought you can't go wrong with sun and surf.
Anyway, I'm bored now of writing, that's about how long my attention span is these days. So, that's it...