 | Today I am in a blue kind of mood. For the past couple of days, I have just been in a funk. I've been having an "Everything I do sucks - I haven't had an original idea since 1998 - I should be an accountant - Life would be easier if I didn't know what good taste was!" kind of week. And an undying urge to lay face down on the floor. The fact that I re-wrote this paragraph 5 times and it's still not any good is proof I'm sucking out loud.
But I think, like a love of all things pretty, doubting my talent, life, funniness and decision to buy these pants is in my blood. And the most common thing about me is that I do get blue.
So excuse me if the rest of this rant sucks or is sub par. I really need to stop listening to Snow Patrol - maybe that would help. And definitely no Death Cab. I'm going to try, try, try to get through this remembering most of everything that is new since last time. THANK YOU to everyone who I spoke to that read this. Your awesome. Bare with me.
Sunday, 5/21/07: Bellefonte Spring Festival, Karak.
Every year in our fine little town, we have a spring festival. It's incredibly cute. Maybe because it's not surrounded by coal banks and the water isn't orange.
Tussy Mountain Outfitters has a kayak/canoe demo and this year got in line with all the other Bellefoutians and tried on out. It only took me 3 summers to do so. It was really awesome.
Let me say that we have a canoe that has gotten minimal use in the past year sadly.
Also, at the risk of making this blog too long, let me tell you a story. Troy and I went to Black Mo last year to kayak. We went all the way out to end to check out a beaver den that was long past dormant. The lily pads there are thick and expansive. Little path ways are carved through the patches that are sometimes very narrow. Maneuvering is sometimes a pain, especially when you have two very head strong people paddling. I was captain that day and was yelling back to Troy which way to paddle so we could get through the mess. He was totally not listening to me. Not even a little bit. After we cleared the patch I asked him about it, totally not wanting to get into a fight in the middle of a lake with snapping turtles and muskies and having to swim to shore. He just said very calmly something like, "I heard you but I wanted to do it my way." I almost freaked out and jumped out of the canoe. We worked it out, but it was that day, as other kayak couple glided past us as we huffed and puffed to get throught the muck, that I decided unconsciously that the canoe just wasn't for me.
Back to this year. I took a kayak for a ride from Tallyrand to Reynold's park, scaring the crap out of a duck on my way. It was serene and peaceful and nice not to have to worry about someone else.
Ofcourse Troy had an orange kayak to match his color scheme of red/orange.
The after glow.
Before the festival began we were doing laundry across the street. It's baby duck time and a little troupe of seven were hanging out with their family next to us. Troy crouched down to take a picture and the mom brought all 7 ducks up to Troy to check him out. They were probably 1 foot away. I wish I had a picture of Troy taking the picture.
Not to be racist, here is a picture of the gooslings. The parents will totally kill you if you get close.
At the end of the festival they release a bunch of Palamino's into Spring Creek and all the kids freak out and scream when Gene Stocker (that great great guy) let them pet the newly transplanted fish. All I could think about was how the oils on your hands burn the shit out of fish's skin. God bless fishies!
Thursday, 5/24/07: YMCA: Rock Wall.
Carla texted me in the morning and asked if I wanted to try to climb a rock wall. I hesitated for a sec but then jumped at the chance. I HATE HEIGHTS. I freak out. Not a normal freak out. A "check me passing out" freak out.
The shoes suck and they pinched my toes badly. Besides the fact that I have big feet and didn't want it advertised on the side. The harness is a disaster for anyone with a can of any size. I had no idea what to where. I don't know if I succeeded in looking cute, but it's not bad. I thought I looked much thinner than I felt.
Going up was pretty good. Our instructor was awesome and a real neat guy. He liked to talk and I was grateful for it. He's in the red shirt.
I thought I would only be thinking of Real World/Road Rules Gauntlet when I was climbing, but it turned out the only thing I thought about was kicking the walls ass and not looking like a total douchebag in front of 2 dozen people.
This is me coming down. Once I got up there the fear set in terribly. It felt like forever. I just decided to stop being a candy ass and go for it. Our instructor really helped to calm me down. As did Carla and Le Le who shouted up to me. Here is me looking non too pleased.
Carla went next. She is part monkey. This is her an Le Le scaling two connecting walls.
We had a time trial and Carla kicked my ass (40 seconds compared to 45). Here are pics of both of us trying to scale the 15 degree wall. We didn't make it far. It was all proof that I need to get back to the gym.
Thanks Carla. You rock!!!!
Saturday, 5/26/07: Hometown: Block Party/Romans.
We drove home for one day just to go to the Goodwill block party. One of by best memories is walking with my girlfriends when we were in junior high and dumb. They have the best bean soup/halushki/perogies going. The beer is not cheap but it is cold.
This year Greg, a good friend of Tre's from High School came home (thank god) and we (Tre, Troy, Liz, me) met up with Regina and Shannon at the Block Party and then on to Romans.
I saw some old friends, one of which is Kurtis and his wife. It's literally been like 10 years since I saw Kurtis, Greg and Shannon. Literally. And that just makes me really sad. Parly because it's been that long since I talked to friends. But mostly because Kurtis still looks the same. This did not help my absolute disgust/hatred/phobia of being 28. It made it worse. Much worse.
We started at Liz's!
Then the block party!
How I look so short in the photo, I have no clue.
We all believe in diversity.
Took a ride.
And then danced. A lot. And drank. A lot.
I don't want to share to much. We all look a hot mess. Everybody was a hot mess. I remember less and less.
Here is the photo album. Enjoy it. I also posted some to my flickr page (with captions) but I moved them here. I am having the hardest time uploading photos to myspace. It hates me for sure.
Thanks to Greg and Regina for being awesome dance partners. Thanks as well to Greg for being Troy's date. He's scared of the ladies. Thanks to Liz and Tre for showing us a good time. Thanks to "Temple 3 Degree" for laying all that personal history on me. It was great to act like a total fool again. You guys are all awesome and the only thing that I miss about home. That and the food.
Random days in the past two weeks.
I haven't really been cooking/baking that much lately and, other than what I posted, not leaving town either. I've been spending a lot of time at the Garage with Troy working on the truck. You can check out his blog to get a better idea of what is going on, but here is my contribution. This means that I get to drive it when it's done.
First, here is the dashboard after I totally ripped it a new a-hole sanding it. It looks really good up close.
This is Troy showing me how to sand.
Before sanding/painting.
This is it after sanding/installation.
I painted this. It's the gas/battery gauge.
This little part is the totally awesomist part of the truck. It pops open the vent, which is the only ventilation the truck has.
I installed it and painted it. Here it is in action.
Pull this, push up that.
I've also been grinding the hell out of the bed, but I'll save that until next week when I'm done sweating my can off getting it done.
Alright. I'm done. This one has been long. LONG. Info overload. Thanks for chilling with me for a sec (or longer. this sucker was too long.). Fingers crossed I'm not throwing punches at the sky next week and I have something kick ass to go on about.
Rock on guys and dolls. |
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