tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68837426643825740442024-03-04T22:38:07.035-07:00My LifeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.comBlogger427125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-41941671520733151802016-09-18T05:55:00.001-06:002016-09-18T05:55:36.879-06:00What The Helk Was That?At the last moment Justin and I decided to truncate our vacation. Instead of returning home Sunday evening we decided to get home early Sunday morning instead. This shortened time spent with my extended family but luckily we still got to see everyone. <div><br></div><div>We listened to "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone," on audio on the drive back. It helped keep Justin awake. For me however it provided a nice ambiance coupled with the heavy rainfall. I dozed intermittently for a period of two-three hours which is highly unusual for me in a car. </div><div><br></div><div>We were approximately an hour and a half from home while I was messaging a friend on my phone not really paying full attention to the road. I noticed a tan blur out my passenger window. Justin screamed, and I was like the hell is going on?!</div><div><br></div><div>Well it turns out an elk was standing in the right lane of the freeway facing the left which we were driving in.</div><div><br> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ8IfI6F_i5Gv_ryDGepHhts_sBSbNQrZeqB0LrxLNeHItmzydQFoRzLT3poAwS83ZugFo3w6Vi0EX1nBLJt3BWeFbzTWBa0IxNCkWikRJ-pnv644S9m3yl6M2RkS-0zzPvVN8YABWUZW-/s640/blogger-image-1633031370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ8IfI6F_i5Gv_ryDGepHhts_sBSbNQrZeqB0LrxLNeHItmzydQFoRzLT3poAwS83ZugFo3w6Vi0EX1nBLJt3BWeFbzTWBa0IxNCkWikRJ-pnv644S9m3yl6M2RkS-0zzPvVN8YABWUZW-/s640/blogger-image-1633031370.jpg"></a></div>He was like, "top of the morning to yeah," as we sped by at 75 mph. And we were like, "omg what is an elk doing standing in the middle of the road?!" And he was like, "tf is this road doing in the middle of no where," and we all thanked our good graces that nothing more than a few chin hairs got sacrificed in the interaction. He needed a good trim any way. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-9692814812859299102016-09-16T22:51:00.001-06:002016-09-16T22:51:37.980-06:00Three DaysOur vacation continues to get better and better if that is even possible. Justin and I are finally getting to really relax. This we took a nice long walk from our hotel to the beach. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoZ6T4LuGL-2VgDHIhxpG2p6s6MyrhtdDwckCQWXIoto1nzD15-XoQVu-oqS4lgRatcpzi6OQkwEqZSHfivuBvoJUnIvvYbxJVToV2OqMO2YP3KuJFjn69HiMmzQK3iT8qHWtH-6j0TTrd/s640/blogger-image-2070123767.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoZ6T4LuGL-2VgDHIhxpG2p6s6MyrhtdDwckCQWXIoto1nzD15-XoQVu-oqS4lgRatcpzi6OQkwEqZSHfivuBvoJUnIvvYbxJVToV2OqMO2YP3KuJFjn69HiMmzQK3iT8qHWtH-6j0TTrd/s640/blogger-image-2070123767.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEvRIDOJn33Y86nmDZxORnjgYLz3UNYNllzGhI9isiWB6zkLqMwZkWKiYHOcjaeGst8UGgLFwDgT8-XlZWSkZn89klEqKpYt2Reb5nUqFG1ye4sv8vY_vMgBIOSAxzQ4sdwsWQiJjnLjOt/s640/blogger-image-1754873131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEvRIDOJn33Y86nmDZxORnjgYLz3UNYNllzGhI9isiWB6zkLqMwZkWKiYHOcjaeGst8UGgLFwDgT8-XlZWSkZn89klEqKpYt2Reb5nUqFG1ye4sv8vY_vMgBIOSAxzQ4sdwsWQiJjnLjOt/s640/blogger-image-1754873131.jpg"></a></div><br></div>We ambled around the beach for a few hours.<div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IxDmjZPDcac5V-1rMKdTtuhPVPlJVhL3Gb24Od-UjxjsxSrSlip_NKRFMmWMEouJXSmkkxMcdPjgDfvUA-M_zRrIyp6FfBmgHpCAPxvfWB4R8Onu9I4A_szDLvz_kgb2Cjxi0B7Yrc66/s640/blogger-image--983971764.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IxDmjZPDcac5V-1rMKdTtuhPVPlJVhL3Gb24Od-UjxjsxSrSlip_NKRFMmWMEouJXSmkkxMcdPjgDfvUA-M_zRrIyp6FfBmgHpCAPxvfWB4R8Onu9I4A_szDLvz_kgb2Cjxi0B7Yrc66/s640/blogger-image--983971764.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLTZYoOAjaZ6Fhrlf5aQXpNGclnkgfF4m6PSiTZmYfUo_u_3FWZZU5qnsQFfajuIuN5fIpjPPGzPE2bM3wFDprGx45U6OMYSgxI4Id4T8DOo_ij1ek5hmtf7wYsHisIUNId9wYdvnDa31_/s640/blogger-image--840821143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLTZYoOAjaZ6Fhrlf5aQXpNGclnkgfF4m6PSiTZmYfUo_u_3FWZZU5qnsQFfajuIuN5fIpjPPGzPE2bM3wFDprGx45U6OMYSgxI4Id4T8DOo_ij1ek5hmtf7wYsHisIUNId9wYdvnDa31_/s640/blogger-image--840821143.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_32L2X_XLuWdHQekYVHPFT3NWoA2SaSg_3vcbskY300unIFHJKS2nJVLJvnrHq1aU7fMsTLP7sRRR8AzZdt8kVmZ8QcvkmvuIA7wemrRg9FhcpnSKt2oxbJK9dHU5OusFhyBF6wuyCH2u/s640/blogger-image-1719416255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_32L2X_XLuWdHQekYVHPFT3NWoA2SaSg_3vcbskY300unIFHJKS2nJVLJvnrHq1aU7fMsTLP7sRRR8AzZdt8kVmZ8QcvkmvuIA7wemrRg9FhcpnSKt2oxbJK9dHU5OusFhyBF6wuyCH2u/s640/blogger-image-1719416255.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div> I stalked birds. I even helped "save one" or severely annoyed it.</div><div><br> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGKrRzJAhMh1UKp4_3nbbrxt5W5_4jEpcXhzi5aLZrNfZ5rvwH9f910nytvv3-5HLTGphFam4zWKb_iEF963FouD7f_OKaIsALzd-ZqFlvM-z1WppgFFwRkGkEFYJjevpyDVpV7JwW_Qi/s640/blogger-image--344165045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGKrRzJAhMh1UKp4_3nbbrxt5W5_4jEpcXhzi5aLZrNfZ5rvwH9f910nytvv3-5HLTGphFam4zWKb_iEF963FouD7f_OKaIsALzd-ZqFlvM-z1WppgFFwRkGkEFYJjevpyDVpV7JwW_Qi/s640/blogger-image--344165045.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>He only had one leg. I considered building him a peg leg but he didn't look like he wanted to be a pirate. He also had something wrong with his wings and used them as crutches as he tried to limp back into the water. I took off my shoes and helped guide him back out to sea when the tide kept washing him back up to shore. Eventually he got there and it was pretty cool. Except from his perspective he was probably like what tf is this girl doing?!<div><br></div><div>Later Justin and I stopped by this lighthouse. It seemed exciting except we didn't feel like waiting for the tour guide to return from his current tour so we bitched out. </div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9r6taK02Y7_bdWqIJcv8jCeHmspynmlWKFI6hZn0DZEDMDCm2AlvFK7nrIGQqt836QFTkojwXM14hDxPiiBpVEHL-sPflqMlUOmhJ3iY2PTJ5_6LxDFq68obH-hDmfPBsw432BLQEVDf/s640/blogger-image--834165987.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9r6taK02Y7_bdWqIJcv8jCeHmspynmlWKFI6hZn0DZEDMDCm2AlvFK7nrIGQqt836QFTkojwXM14hDxPiiBpVEHL-sPflqMlUOmhJ3iY2PTJ5_6LxDFq68obH-hDmfPBsw432BLQEVDf/s640/blogger-image--834165987.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtqb_q2tr6jU5sdaJEf7txxns-KCgyGRVrvJbN19QIwa5wtZh1Op_nUO1UsyzeVPhdoNpl4sPWonH9gNc88ZC6wiqZpQBDuyuRv15E0YUvJDkLYqG7aFD9T9YY-N48j-hN4GBSuiFjG2ni/s640/blogger-image-254121114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtqb_q2tr6jU5sdaJEf7txxns-KCgyGRVrvJbN19QIwa5wtZh1Op_nUO1UsyzeVPhdoNpl4sPWonH9gNc88ZC6wiqZpQBDuyuRv15E0YUvJDkLYqG7aFD9T9YY-N48j-hN4GBSuiFjG2ni/s640/blogger-image-254121114.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Next we went down to the pier. It smelled like death and destruction. Poor fishes. Justin was able to get a "Mr. T" burger and a caramel ice cream waffle cone. It was exciting. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjwx2svmbi27lW1DlYTFckg-lkjAwrrRMmR2zHewnwP4ppU7-0wCQigAiI5AIcyWw-3_291iyBJy86mYKdR6i0gHaEhNdMoqR7QRtgE71-I1pMbtnigrFziAxAbaDs_yTUYX-cll7LW64j/s640/blogger-image-1650300611.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjwx2svmbi27lW1DlYTFckg-lkjAwrrRMmR2zHewnwP4ppU7-0wCQigAiI5AIcyWw-3_291iyBJy86mYKdR6i0gHaEhNdMoqR7QRtgE71-I1pMbtnigrFziAxAbaDs_yTUYX-cll7LW64j/s640/blogger-image-1650300611.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-7G5ihSKNzJ-i0MkGGCWZdFBGoRkhSO0rOkrZsQewbEQX_5sbU0qecXS9eBpc-AnFPxoBRKBggb1Fnt5wDCLRe89ZfSfZSPbNYd8CnbXJ_n_w-15QpXfyIBFUIkHpiI-SQ1lg75LOjaKL/s640/blogger-image--1795063539.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-7G5ihSKNzJ-i0MkGGCWZdFBGoRkhSO0rOkrZsQewbEQX_5sbU0qecXS9eBpc-AnFPxoBRKBggb1Fnt5wDCLRe89ZfSfZSPbNYd8CnbXJ_n_w-15QpXfyIBFUIkHpiI-SQ1lg75LOjaKL/s640/blogger-image--1795063539.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div>We closed out the night with a fire on the beach. Justin persisted until he kindled the perfect flames and we relaxed in the warmth before the rain came in.</div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO6x391q3BG6_TeM0A0orbkQC7O9WFb4kbnEJMFVGlic50Ub6b1vbS_XTlvDoQn9SS4iIHd4PGC1GXSt4JFfQDrdj1A57OG8q47-r9IxPN2OEZYk-0kfovcllmUnESdvbXSrqylwfnBMXa/s640/blogger-image--1866390849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO6x391q3BG6_TeM0A0orbkQC7O9WFb4kbnEJMFVGlic50Ub6b1vbS_XTlvDoQn9SS4iIHd4PGC1GXSt4JFfQDrdj1A57OG8q47-r9IxPN2OEZYk-0kfovcllmUnESdvbXSrqylwfnBMXa/s640/blogger-image--1866390849.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjIRuQYE_ZAxJ50DUrSTzlYAUbSbuKtpdLWQXyLUuWwta_E19ZoTF6yGxRCECTzvo5Uote8e7zfZQRuxHlL0qsn_O-7aDDqVMetWBn0vo8qHFPFAhBEFo-rIN5ttnVgPduFldfBg4u_JD6/s640/blogger-image-291496007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjIRuQYE_ZAxJ50DUrSTzlYAUbSbuKtpdLWQXyLUuWwta_E19ZoTF6yGxRCECTzvo5Uote8e7zfZQRuxHlL0qsn_O-7aDDqVMetWBn0vo8qHFPFAhBEFo-rIN5ttnVgPduFldfBg4u_JD6/s640/blogger-image-291496007.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYIw6XLu-XrMne5Xh84Y7du4c9XGX4GXOkqRysr_VJ624RP9L-W2pnXkppS2NGhwcvd-ssBXJfOBWYPiIphq3pITjvUouc4tP7z7tg0mRNEUCjsfIqVOMjPhH01I18-66wTYJ9UwXNRnu/s640/blogger-image--2070479210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYIw6XLu-XrMne5Xh84Y7du4c9XGX4GXOkqRysr_VJ624RP9L-W2pnXkppS2NGhwcvd-ssBXJfOBWYPiIphq3pITjvUouc4tP7z7tg0mRNEUCjsfIqVOMjPhH01I18-66wTYJ9UwXNRnu/s640/blogger-image--2070479210.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh81opF0CbVlK7L8mD9zPBylNhMsvqgIPYSEWs_X5lCJgxPBcd2ae_qvlGB1_uoU5zNkNM6-vtdbwK74Nr1pOuAiL_ZC2CYGYAu62kQiGgY-2NGUBieT3LL337n0Typu_0T7kykVSAXI1m3/s640/blogger-image-388421186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh81opF0CbVlK7L8mD9zPBylNhMsvqgIPYSEWs_X5lCJgxPBcd2ae_qvlGB1_uoU5zNkNM6-vtdbwK74Nr1pOuAiL_ZC2CYGYAu62kQiGgY-2NGUBieT3LL337n0Typu_0T7kykVSAXI1m3/s640/blogger-image-388421186.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><br></div> </div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-20481216670523296232016-09-15T20:48:00.001-06:002016-09-15T20:48:08.421-06:00Day TwoJustin and I left this morning from Lake Wallowa just as the sun was shining on the tips of the mountain tops. It was a breathtaking view and a tough one to leave. However I knew in a few hours (nine to be exact) we'd be on the beach. And I could waive hello to a much missed friend. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjImrNvpJMjR73yP2qUcCYj9VXjlvybJpO4gIzHODsWYjjgb9jmpIrcVn2gWKLHY6cFtXOAfAIxF16bz9MQHEo4zwwbjdEoJ5XK_u-5rIy10MTeyOpLSPPzJ3EkB9nSgU0FhH6pQPL47b-G/s640/blogger-image-274726921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjImrNvpJMjR73yP2qUcCYj9VXjlvybJpO4gIzHODsWYjjgb9jmpIrcVn2gWKLHY6cFtXOAfAIxF16bz9MQHEo4zwwbjdEoJ5XK_u-5rIy10MTeyOpLSPPzJ3EkB9nSgU0FhH6pQPL47b-G/s640/blogger-image-274726921.jpg"></a></div><div><br></div><div>Justin commented several times about how it looked like I was home. I guess the ocean is one place I always feel at peace and safe. Even despite tsunamis, Sharks, and killer crabs. </div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKnDP2E5eoIzQxUdWPHNZiB7V1Vn44Ykdi68IT13fvl8Knq4V5gm3aqMC36AaNpmVieY3o9xnNqc0-cTnf3oLKXLnlHuXDROYw30WOLJdCpZVNCIGtlsaPh8wM3KZnhLRh0VNB0jyB6KJq/s640/blogger-image-1636139672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKnDP2E5eoIzQxUdWPHNZiB7V1Vn44Ykdi68IT13fvl8Knq4V5gm3aqMC36AaNpmVieY3o9xnNqc0-cTnf3oLKXLnlHuXDROYw30WOLJdCpZVNCIGtlsaPh8wM3KZnhLRh0VNB0jyB6KJq/s640/blogger-image-1636139672.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYn6OJyMnJiXZjxddq7IHoFVm1rdPm4Zw2Ohl9wAYsEUgCTsZ2psRUjqdDJDg2R05lM1Rk73JzX71DsUweLC3asXcg91EeB8Mc00-eQRCojKprgJf_hMth0LMh9Ydhb0xeNLKpvWAtW2t/s640/blogger-image-515340949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYn6OJyMnJiXZjxddq7IHoFVm1rdPm4Zw2Ohl9wAYsEUgCTsZ2psRUjqdDJDg2R05lM1Rk73JzX71DsUweLC3asXcg91EeB8Mc00-eQRCojKprgJf_hMth0LMh9Ydhb0xeNLKpvWAtW2t/s640/blogger-image-515340949.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-66RDGzQo9kaNSV9AjNNECNoQ8bJs2k9mp96rXyIpgKV0cU6G2ZjL5CuqAYtKqf2X-ZZR_DYWwJ7ZlFw9VSLLcRmx-gBzs0SHLHQm3sBX6w1A1AJRg7JCBid-AQesqYZQMHfOVAcrqQYw/s640/blogger-image--462406581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-66RDGzQo9kaNSV9AjNNECNoQ8bJs2k9mp96rXyIpgKV0cU6G2ZjL5CuqAYtKqf2X-ZZR_DYWwJ7ZlFw9VSLLcRmx-gBzs0SHLHQm3sBX6w1A1AJRg7JCBid-AQesqYZQMHfOVAcrqQYw/s640/blogger-image--462406581.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">We went for a walk as the sunset on the beach. For a few moments it was just us in our own little paradise as far as our eyes could see. It was glorious. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib9OK0SL6UpidvGWceTkObnWx1Tk4fFWDjMkrqv7O7SAecXRpnaT5wMdTHzcfrc8YBS7oWde3Ar7oKNLDvwhlZ1Olj2bTOHxTDkXDedJJjj5nnrdOgON6P8c1JYQJbo9UZeKBemhcTTa-q/s640/blogger-image--1156299755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib9OK0SL6UpidvGWceTkObnWx1Tk4fFWDjMkrqv7O7SAecXRpnaT5wMdTHzcfrc8YBS7oWde3Ar7oKNLDvwhlZ1Olj2bTOHxTDkXDedJJjj5nnrdOgON6P8c1JYQJbo9UZeKBemhcTTa-q/s640/blogger-image--1156299755.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>In the end I even got to experience the dementor's kiss. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjamSHhx1WCM4Zb59KjXzNjtz2pN-r14nfqu5EsWrIYEipsqsrvNSf31KKE-JXSUSL9lQGYlLhVbuDDM4cEtNy1zEVpG0xAFYVd-6iypq7hY5vxkqhm7RcuHTln-7uDKIL48jhXAm3FNXlr/s640/blogger-image--322933875.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjamSHhx1WCM4Zb59KjXzNjtz2pN-r14nfqu5EsWrIYEipsqsrvNSf31KKE-JXSUSL9lQGYlLhVbuDDM4cEtNy1zEVpG0xAFYVd-6iypq7hY5vxkqhm7RcuHTln-7uDKIL48jhXAm3FNXlr/s640/blogger-image--322933875.jpg"></a></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-74871216135489359552016-09-14T21:18:00.001-06:002016-09-14T21:18:53.119-06:00On VacationThe Finally after I don't know how long Justin and I are on a real vacation. Naturally it is jam-packed with things to do and people to see but I think it is safe to say we are both thankful to get away from the day to day. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLspDjnomBSdgnf8saR9EDn8UBNPAyp_rbqE7aUhGTa8cbrn3sVyrvOX3yHZCeZniPR4DtVMWfkBw0HuINAZp4YtXREt_jYUzKzdjA9gm2Y9JYHvOGYep8Q-1cbDBe3fpO3D2lbIbRKecz/s640/blogger-image--133791601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLspDjnomBSdgnf8saR9EDn8UBNPAyp_rbqE7aUhGTa8cbrn3sVyrvOX3yHZCeZniPR4DtVMWfkBw0HuINAZp4YtXREt_jYUzKzdjA9gm2Y9JYHvOGYep8Q-1cbDBe3fpO3D2lbIbRKecz/s640/blogger-image--133791601.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Our first stop was Baker City, Oregon. I've visited this town a half a dozen times with work so we had planned to have lunch and place an order for a custom piece of jewelry for my friend's upcoming birthday (shhhh don't tell her). Unfortunately the place we like for lunch was randomly closed. We settled for some bagel sandwiches. Justin even managed to lock his keys in the car with the car running. Luckily the man is super handy and found an awesome way to let himself in the car. I can't share it though because some people who read this blog might be inclined to try to steal vehicles. </span></div><div><br></div><div>Next stop? Wallowa Lake. Here are a few photos for you. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7q1thZOf5HkISWAqAgx76yUiau0k5FNCqhaEOLA9Ws7PU-gvp1m138k8PKcHukAHxbC35Gsm7COocxfdRISpHxzekY9B7MmyuW6XCdcHsgDz-Z6-vMPLLNKPfLtPRfcSiDz37nCSqr8OG/s640/blogger-image-1263200447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7q1thZOf5HkISWAqAgx76yUiau0k5FNCqhaEOLA9Ws7PU-gvp1m138k8PKcHukAHxbC35Gsm7COocxfdRISpHxzekY9B7MmyuW6XCdcHsgDz-Z6-vMPLLNKPfLtPRfcSiDz37nCSqr8OG/s640/blogger-image-1263200447.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yay beach</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNXdzWuWiLRoTb3SZ8KPdhVw_H1rQC09VSAOWWPO1Bihva428oxg5Hzs4K4x6bVcUIiw2Kx-WvA69jbtOedS6cnkr9LfXo1E6w7QSu9nlmTPNZIkJIWe04C5ux9xhp-TPwnb2dd0m84fg/s640/blogger-image--859461424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNXdzWuWiLRoTb3SZ8KPdhVw_H1rQC09VSAOWWPO1Bihva428oxg5Hzs4K4x6bVcUIiw2Kx-WvA69jbtOedS6cnkr9LfXo1E6w7QSu9nlmTPNZIkJIWe04C5ux9xhp-TPwnb2dd0m84fg/s640/blogger-image--859461424.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We went on a double date</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBB-NVsdmSKPOdCLqjlRlJmRduilyTsHy3krWr2KmxIOemAQvqnBQrcJPtp4Dz7-eQMKNYpbDJjH6wkjGP72tBYb6W8Pug8RXCPuJcNFN4oOGgNOlCKYj8Thd0R9SPAge30vbiUSZemaiG/s640/blogger-image-2050072094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBB-NVsdmSKPOdCLqjlRlJmRduilyTsHy3krWr2KmxIOemAQvqnBQrcJPtp4Dz7-eQMKNYpbDJjH6wkjGP72tBYb6W8Pug8RXCPuJcNFN4oOGgNOlCKYj8Thd0R9SPAge30vbiUSZemaiG/s640/blogger-image-2050072094.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Making friends</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3PdDFrA04sdT1T3HHujM4kMjOObDZQx4NzBa1aX9LttX4Pf0wDfMXzVpEriu5Lqz7XEkW-8iyUXv7eA6sjWJnl_ujwlcixRR0GUbzNMYSBnALvXX6zA5RZqr043AZf8DIvMb19EV0VS_/s640/blogger-image-1082164496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3PdDFrA04sdT1T3HHujM4kMjOObDZQx4NzBa1aX9LttX4Pf0wDfMXzVpEriu5Lqz7XEkW-8iyUXv7eA6sjWJnl_ujwlcixRR0GUbzNMYSBnALvXX6zA5RZqr043AZf8DIvMb19EV0VS_/s640/blogger-image-1082164496.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div></div><div>I <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">have a friend who is terrified of fish so when I noticed the Kokane spawning signs everywhere Justin and I stormed over and had strong words with those bastards. We told them not to scare innocent people. They just flapped around like a bunch of assholes but at least they were pretty. </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMcprHBAFFG2ays-Wej362fs2_6qNGkNExHvA6hwyc42DNy92hlwmPOEpwp9P4nRjbgnmsa4tHqOoKc9ec9pk_AsKpS77o-whC1NiN88o7BzKNRTep1-mJ1HPU9sFiXYWUNKANdLd0zpc8/s640/blogger-image--2022610573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMcprHBAFFG2ays-Wej362fs2_6qNGkNExHvA6hwyc42DNy92hlwmPOEpwp9P4nRjbgnmsa4tHqOoKc9ec9pk_AsKpS77o-whC1NiN88o7BzKNRTep1-mJ1HPU9sFiXYWUNKANdLd0zpc8/s640/blogger-image--2022610573.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Fish <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeFJiYEOi8PYK21fEK6aC7W18LGHtppIjBcqlO2wvJ4Ym0PcQ_OwYt7FQ1-qdhZtPsseryL1wK1B6JznOtqmOYyMwz_lzhq-7ct5YXlF77_c_ET3p3D_6f-dkXlaLo_svzW4epeUZOqSvO/s640/blogger-image--900275481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeFJiYEOi8PYK21fEK6aC7W18LGHtppIjBcqlO2wvJ4Ym0PcQ_OwYt7FQ1-qdhZtPsseryL1wK1B6JznOtqmOYyMwz_lzhq-7ct5YXlF77_c_ET3p3D_6f-dkXlaLo_svzW4epeUZOqSvO/s640/blogger-image--900275481.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Justin having words with the fish </div></div><br></div><div>There were really interesting dead things all over the beach; like trees, trees, more trees and some not so interesting dead fish. I found myself gravitating towards the rotting trees and wanted to take 1,000s of photos. We propped up my iPhone on the sandy beach amongst the HUNDREDS of spiders. Apparently they like dead things too. And they like trying to kill me. And I'm pretty sure it's their fault the photos are so blurry because when I asked them to hold my iPhone the were like I'm gonna cut you bitch. Except not really. They just wanted to suck my soul out. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOjPOsFkOsx4vQW_WsaNP8DHk0vfxYVDBkrgOzzceWf0Tc8MVBkMZG2vga9L-2Yurm0INCas5Nfkx2Jv8xxh22-rL2oM4h7niJ4vy_08qmuhm22pbsGzqHNPg0E6dvDXIpmxpFGX52mRJw/s640/blogger-image--310759485.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOjPOsFkOsx4vQW_WsaNP8DHk0vfxYVDBkrgOzzceWf0Tc8MVBkMZG2vga9L-2Yurm0INCas5Nfkx2Jv8xxh22-rL2oM4h7niJ4vy_08qmuhm22pbsGzqHNPg0E6dvDXIpmxpFGX52mRJw/s640/blogger-image--310759485.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Me trying to get my glasses off before the timer camera goes off. At least Justin is photogenic. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeu09pgpI1mAWr4hRTIUR610ei7pAxI2XxGAcxrtvf-cqzrubIeXf87wyHd_2wEz-Nkgkq_fC3EP_FO5JxnMK4T7VtqJjsm2DUVYG1T51NJZ504FgM4Wy2YD0I4EqhNc0ZawIqFHLljObh/s640/blogger-image-1643669964.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeu09pgpI1mAWr4hRTIUR610ei7pAxI2XxGAcxrtvf-cqzrubIeXf87wyHd_2wEz-Nkgkq_fC3EP_FO5JxnMK4T7VtqJjsm2DUVYG1T51NJZ504FgM4Wy2YD0I4EqhNc0ZawIqFHLljObh/s640/blogger-image-1643669964.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Dead things <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-byS69p4TuLQ6Uiup_E2tKnGbM4HKhTK4IHXKdYrIWD3IET_25xqaVRQm_b7SV9B7mGzPFDfdd0FoSiL6kX7ZRM5uE1LHRX3rFwkIsu7HnENxSkB7X1ivJrk-KvMArJb1CO4i6-fcXY0/s640/blogger-image-792296624.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-byS69p4TuLQ6Uiup_E2tKnGbM4HKhTK4IHXKdYrIWD3IET_25xqaVRQm_b7SV9B7mGzPFDfdd0FoSiL6kX7ZRM5uE1LHRX3rFwkIsu7HnENxSkB7X1ivJrk-KvMArJb1CO4i6-fcXY0/s640/blogger-image-792296624.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Justin by some dead things </div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDBrYp0V3q0ViehhyphenhyphenthBmO01UXaxHpSMCgpY7kKC0iAHOLYnwXmctHoqnA0hTHEG2HXsuzHT5lueQokGdxH-Wyhw-h3q5LU7Lpm4NF2jLZNx9n2ScnbtbZRJJhvdFr4fYkWMuAiVw2YPHY/s640/blogger-image--1652737953.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDBrYp0V3q0ViehhyphenhyphenthBmO01UXaxHpSMCgpY7kKC0iAHOLYnwXmctHoqnA0hTHEG2HXsuzHT5lueQokGdxH-Wyhw-h3q5LU7Lpm4NF2jLZNx9n2ScnbtbZRJJhvdFr4fYkWMuAiVw2YPHY/s640/blogger-image--1652737953.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Justin skipping rocks</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC8okakieeuyLGWX9iJBb201OcEWNucWysrdHFxA4Ni_v_UjoFDSnwzhLnevZXfBhHRAHXIzMJCScniD641gbufjEH2YtwauJbsiPVYO4vq8UCfCT1bQFyG-wcnAE51Cks5XqeWZcnC9Iu/s640/blogger-image-2005042235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC8okakieeuyLGWX9iJBb201OcEWNucWysrdHFxA4Ni_v_UjoFDSnwzhLnevZXfBhHRAHXIzMJCScniD641gbufjEH2YtwauJbsiPVYO4vq8UCfCT1bQFyG-wcnAE51Cks5XqeWZcnC9Iu/s640/blogger-image-2005042235.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Bye bye for now :) </div><br></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-86722785836858007012016-09-12T20:08:00.001-06:002016-09-12T20:08:13.699-06:00AdventuresThis past weekend was an adventure. The full story will come on another day; one in which I'm not nodding off to sleep as I type. For now some photos to share a mini trip I took with one of my favorite people, and of course some animals that are majestic as hell. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidMQyorTnSM_2k98ENzoZUVTvYCiSSbqlgpKjkz8ZrAV9hXG2Z4pG2vpPPq_tYHGOSkexbQGArId0HgJdnHP6m4350BxlTCcRFGE3nmiR-buI1yET0IPJR18m09tiMAQIhRyruYzWWyGX7/s640/blogger-image--739870959.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidMQyorTnSM_2k98ENzoZUVTvYCiSSbqlgpKjkz8ZrAV9hXG2Z4pG2vpPPq_tYHGOSkexbQGArId0HgJdnHP6m4350BxlTCcRFGE3nmiR-buI1yET0IPJR18m09tiMAQIhRyruYzWWyGX7/s640/blogger-image--739870959.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lovely Leah looking towards our destination. She knows we will get there. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDw2QnBfv-_EXP7-_mw2s5oepOom9dOxIvIe5pAryw5kKdHVNJAZkE-VzcYV298SYHDWvhz5_znrz4CZpSo_5hvUa6lVtzIfWxnx1OWZQrDfyejii5tgKsZA-BmB8TapGkDjRHN7KjpOG0/s640/blogger-image--1006510723.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDw2QnBfv-_EXP7-_mw2s5oepOom9dOxIvIe5pAryw5kKdHVNJAZkE-VzcYV298SYHDWvhz5_znrz4CZpSo_5hvUa6lVtzIfWxnx1OWZQrDfyejii5tgKsZA-BmB8TapGkDjRHN7KjpOG0/s640/blogger-image--1006510723.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Train tracks</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifzBWDx1Woo1RZETfq8H_Ot8qJB9HGpk-LeZm2Ye2tWAqBBOmY-sZNvTSsAO2nrV1b1sQ3mADVxLNO1vFRFVmUJ9e8Uip64HRnYfLcnji56xmBk7TKmP-77lLqdnu9OxLT3rlLsSA91UlX/s640/blogger-image-476323960.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifzBWDx1Woo1RZETfq8H_Ot8qJB9HGpk-LeZm2Ye2tWAqBBOmY-sZNvTSsAO2nrV1b1sQ3mADVxLNO1vFRFVmUJ9e8Uip64HRnYfLcnji56xmBk7TKmP-77lLqdnu9OxLT3rlLsSA91UlX/s640/blogger-image-476323960.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Horses</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJ6TbMMmyhmBS4Mqo5uJh8A7l_m2eOPFSRmIHcEoXbMkVubNxuC7LH1hQK7-iedyvXIFPRh4cHy0ixMq1X7ilrT4SBM3AjXRZyJALa0L9CTYuCyAkXWd4G3xsEaav6UnYsyZdChKSUAAl/s640/blogger-image--885605239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJ6TbMMmyhmBS4Mqo5uJh8A7l_m2eOPFSRmIHcEoXbMkVubNxuC7LH1hQK7-iedyvXIFPRh4cHy0ixMq1X7ilrT4SBM3AjXRZyJALa0L9CTYuCyAkXWd4G3xsEaav6UnYsyZdChKSUAAl/s640/blogger-image--885605239.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Horse</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOa5kcxr9GoqtznFpjfJ7VOksQZYFvJWuxczWWyoPxu6j1T0_54ohncNXSTbzGTNqFNqT9qTE-1ZbOoZ0TmUFnkTszdIRtB-QDXGv1LCWbvVdFf5cqxfrorPdirNzD1DqQiDFHjFX8seWp/s640/blogger-image-608722744.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOa5kcxr9GoqtznFpjfJ7VOksQZYFvJWuxczWWyoPxu6j1T0_54ohncNXSTbzGTNqFNqT9qTE-1ZbOoZ0TmUFnkTszdIRtB-QDXGv1LCWbvVdFf5cqxfrorPdirNzD1DqQiDFHjFX8seWp/s640/blogger-image-608722744.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">More horses</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZpqyyvdvCHT8LGjy1gocZxt2JN2VQ8NVTZ5S9FFG8ibR-xh96Qq7_XWAEZq3woD88byatFeFSHEbdH9qmTXnjc3tvC3ic9YYcX99THMAa8epmWrlRp0T3lD-cQ6lhMTt-OXIg_VNPmzY/s640/blogger-image-2038342489.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZpqyyvdvCHT8LGjy1gocZxt2JN2VQ8NVTZ5S9FFG8ibR-xh96Qq7_XWAEZq3woD88byatFeFSHEbdH9qmTXnjc3tvC3ic9YYcX99THMAa8epmWrlRp0T3lD-cQ6lhMTt-OXIg_VNPmzY/s640/blogger-image-2038342489.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Miniature horse</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnwQIx7pvj_iE_tVbBz88rSPQdexvypJuzH4A8Ga7KjepTjRRaq6acDBa3s5KQRFP6_z8F2baugAGpQTn8nOuMlq_CHM9P30o3kXW6nabv0T4HyWQokO7CAIsNkYbi2Cz-AuGszb7uBhKy/s640/blogger-image--717893117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnwQIx7pvj_iE_tVbBz88rSPQdexvypJuzH4A8Ga7KjepTjRRaq6acDBa3s5KQRFP6_z8F2baugAGpQTn8nOuMlq_CHM9P30o3kXW6nabv0T4HyWQokO7CAIsNkYbi2Cz-AuGszb7uBhKy/s640/blogger-image--717893117.jpg"></a></div>Not so miniature horse in the background named Gandalf. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yay photos. More evidence to the fact that I need 95 animals. 90 of them cats, 10 of them horses, and 10 of them dogs. That equals 90 right? Maybe just 89 cats. </div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-5099947288058824892016-09-07T21:43:00.001-06:002016-09-07T21:43:09.277-06:00Strange Things Been Happenin'I've been MIA once again. I've been debating starting an entirely new blog. I know you're thinking; 'please save us all including yourself and don't partake in that adventure.' It's true. I've been so sporadic with my posts that starting a new blog seems pointless. <div><br></div><div>I've been mentally working on my book. I've been busy with lots of mini trips with Justin as we enjoy the last days of summer. I've been crammed full with work duties. We've been working on wedding plans, I've been dealing with some personal things from the past. Pick whichever excuse you'd like. My plate has been overflowing but along with it my cup runneth over. In a good way. </div><div><br></div><div>I need to make a choice. And rather than make that choice I've been sitting on the fence eating bon-bons while I try to determine which option is best. Say goodbye to the few years' worth of </div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">history on this page and start fresh, or let it be and continue posting here? I guess there is always option three take a big sabbatical from blogging altogether and finish my book. I'll figure it out at some point. Why are the small choices the tough choices? <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKTZkPGz053SKR7BhBmSWeK5cLJwTDfWffnfsaVHX54-BrxmO-jz29SMSRjb3MA_sUdKfSL9jE3AYow4yRos1SdGK22blzeT8fT8Wez1XGrAQVpfBmLEpIH4UcL0TM7EcN4ks2Cr-xX9ec/s640/blogger-image-107480017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKTZkPGz053SKR7BhBmSWeK5cLJwTDfWffnfsaVHX54-BrxmO-jz29SMSRjb3MA_sUdKfSL9jE3AYow4yRos1SdGK22blzeT8fT8Wez1XGrAQVpfBmLEpIH4UcL0TM7EcN4ks2Cr-xX9ec/s640/blogger-image-107480017.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Here is a photo of Justin and me on one of our adventures. This is to prove I'm still alive. Hopefully this will tide me over. For now. </div></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-15085463669103564582016-08-24T18:56:00.001-06:002016-08-24T18:56:49.122-06:00To the WindowsFor one of the job sites I work I have closing duties. Sometimes I have a hard time remembering all of the closing duties because I am so excited to get off work mostly to eat, but sort of to see Justin too. You know much of a hopeless romantic I am. Well with Justin at least there is lots of hope considering we are to be wed. <div><br></div><div>I decided to use this familiar song as a helpful tune in remembering what to do... </div><div><br></div><div>'To the Window!' (I close the blinds)</div><div>'To the Wall,' (I fill the printer on the wall) </div><div>'Til the Sweat drips down ma' balls,' (I just gyrate here when no one is looking) </div><div>"House keep keep mothafucka house keep keep," (I empty my shred bin) </div><div><br></div><div>Then it's time to go eat and I get super happy. End. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-38906437354566006442016-08-17T08:24:00.001-06:002016-08-17T08:24:46.833-06:00Lake AnthonySo I intended to post some of these photos from while I was away on business but never got around to it. So what better time than now?<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE0eYqNEGrPYDc12q45Qv7vMfvaq3e9gB6Z6p0ZuNfPVGd6utsXNgpHwx2jlPmCOHmBMgIIwIei5GB0VP-Pp3HZk5iRLNJ2RhEYFZ2rFdJyWB64Rjdoao7u4T30biEj0F0y8nIMbCQzCDs/s640/blogger-image-1589803421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE0eYqNEGrPYDc12q45Qv7vMfvaq3e9gB6Z6p0ZuNfPVGd6utsXNgpHwx2jlPmCOHmBMgIIwIei5GB0VP-Pp3HZk5iRLNJ2RhEYFZ2rFdJyWB64Rjdoao7u4T30biEj0F0y8nIMbCQzCDs/s640/blogger-image-1589803421.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikIWFCMouYesWLHmHa1YJHQrXRcAx1B7gjfFMYcCG9oOzQbrTzIQXG9hfiqX-jICs75x1yIgwm9-wV7qGM2wQGHgQZvx9qm_HIvEL4SXJAMqM1PmXMuQMfwCUkKM0QisCtt_sCucaCO_Aj/s640/blogger-image--1215463406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikIWFCMouYesWLHmHa1YJHQrXRcAx1B7gjfFMYcCG9oOzQbrTzIQXG9hfiqX-jICs75x1yIgwm9-wV7qGM2wQGHgQZvx9qm_HIvEL4SXJAMqM1PmXMuQMfwCUkKM0QisCtt_sCucaCO_Aj/s640/blogger-image--1215463406.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4rmAxgwD27CQm2I3DrsikLDIwzK1QKcptsZIZ2k0YJ9B0_ZwAJWkem-rrIvcAt-nxyaLUerQEDtCHLDYZhOcOCFnwRNpwtoEV2dZthMXEnXRpF3U-K1XZ67idNrx_hBi8EgtBWbqCCDLX/s640/blogger-image-590663004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4rmAxgwD27CQm2I3DrsikLDIwzK1QKcptsZIZ2k0YJ9B0_ZwAJWkem-rrIvcAt-nxyaLUerQEDtCHLDYZhOcOCFnwRNpwtoEV2dZthMXEnXRpF3U-K1XZ67idNrx_hBi8EgtBWbqCCDLX/s640/blogger-image-590663004.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvKm0Oz4Pv2_ERyBpbrbQlsz8B6RlmHP8dzjnK15RtBhAJhhu9cAKrwa0cb4qEoJde9LS3-pNHInHK5WL9i2pYT9SjRy_xmnwfZhCLq_fuCdroD0AaVnVPwovz9xNlp_ZmGwYYR-DfOUl/s640/blogger-image--1864634181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvKm0Oz4Pv2_ERyBpbrbQlsz8B6RlmHP8dzjnK15RtBhAJhhu9cAKrwa0cb4qEoJde9LS3-pNHInHK5WL9i2pYT9SjRy_xmnwfZhCLq_fuCdroD0AaVnVPwovz9xNlp_ZmGwYYR-DfOUl/s640/blogger-image--1864634181.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div>This place was freaking gorgeous. Justin and I used it to inspire our upcoming vacation for which I am SO looking forward to. I love going new places with that man because he is full of wonder and it is beautiful to watch as he absorbs his surroundings. So stay tuned because in about a month we'll be on a lovely vacation and I might share photos. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-18596306444522807182016-08-13T07:25:00.001-06:002016-08-13T07:25:56.578-06:00Grumpy BearSometimes Justin gets hangry. I feel I've mentioned this before. Regardless of any aforementionings I'm mentioning it again. Because it is Saturday morning and I'm awaiting a phone call. So rather than sit and twiddle my thumbs I'll be somewhat (not really) productive and pen a blog. With my phone. Not an actual pen. Because technology. <div><br></div><div>I was messaging Lacy the other evening which is a thing now because she is my work wife and there rarely goes a day where we don't text. :) Anyway Justin was feeling pretty hangry so I was trying to depict his demeanor via text which is nearly impossible. So I found some photos. </div><div><br></div><div>On our way home we drive about an hour in traffic on a car-laden freeway. Bumper to bumper can really trigger one's emotions. Coupled with hungry? Justin is usually like this before we cook and eat dinner:<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNINBY9Ax4vI_Eq9L1EpLEINeweu85t6XZFGdxjiIk4YDD7z-o86QpapUCLCk68-yq2G2VbTpy8hz3AwSmM2f0YijCCdaeyiguId1rkDf88sIJ-dq4TazLcxydoegBfbd3O3IHlOnYWrKr/s640/blogger-image-1122510142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNINBY9Ax4vI_Eq9L1EpLEINeweu85t6XZFGdxjiIk4YDD7z-o86QpapUCLCk68-yq2G2VbTpy8hz3AwSmM2f0YijCCdaeyiguId1rkDf88sIJ-dq4TazLcxydoegBfbd3O3IHlOnYWrKr/s640/blogger-image-1122510142.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>This is him during:<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiadqGdPWJ0ZvIOTzGzpVWPHR2HAkU1WXNCq6DFE3xr5VObqywZTVGCn0pIsh8LS9PeVvUJQN5w16VJ2anyXvwhWf_pxxrW-NzvP70VsO2myHsDoC0XbcNnRu5zKtG0LIT2cNP2uMwjQ4c/s640/blogger-image--1497130301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiadqGdPWJ0ZvIOTzGzpVWPHR2HAkU1WXNCq6DFE3xr5VObqywZTVGCn0pIsh8LS9PeVvUJQN5w16VJ2anyXvwhWf_pxxrW-NzvP70VsO2myHsDoC0XbcNnRu5zKtG0LIT2cNP2uMwjQ4c/s640/blogger-image--1497130301.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>And this is him after:<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU15EPSE_pk0vELsshQDGFvNchBh59wNc_ZlgCmMm3RAmgGprbTXVZ_qCmG5KcNCYm22ufkUgBUn9xiGJVYKRKdKVsYwcZQYpdRjQr6Ql-2e9LxLfhVhpTHCTNcACkPYEnUwRWdJEhBYJT/s640/blogger-image-2058749149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU15EPSE_pk0vELsshQDGFvNchBh59wNc_ZlgCmMm3RAmgGprbTXVZ_qCmG5KcNCYm22ufkUgBUn9xiGJVYKRKdKVsYwcZQYpdRjQr6Ql-2e9LxLfhVhpTHCTNcACkPYEnUwRWdJEhBYJT/s640/blogger-image-2058749149.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Fin </div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-50957325614231789482016-08-09T20:07:00.001-06:002016-08-09T20:07:58.182-06:00Paint NiteJustin and I like to do different things from time to time. We decided to put on our creative hats and head to paint nite with some friends. <div><br></div><div>We arrived at a swanky restaurant at "The Village," that at least we consider swanky because we eat like wolverines and rarely show our faces in sit down restaurants. Fortunately the 20 or so of us who had purchased a paint nite voucher were seated in a closed off room. I proceeded to order sushi loudly while our instructor explained our different paint brushes; large one- Chris Hemsworth, medium one- Jennifer Lawrence and small one Justin Bieber. </div><div><br></div><div>I was starving so naturally I wolfed down my sushi in a flash. The only problem was that I've recently gotten braces on so my mouth was pretty much seaweed. I spent the last hour or so trying to suck the chunks of food from my braces and apparently it worked because this photo.</div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-k3rtVdsvslFtMsHaoVTQB84IxERjv0AxS8DJGOxLE9asCh9OYPjZHcuaMWlRt4hu5203e4cFSozSMEI8t5_RYN-Y5PtkPMVdvOpjanZYnmOkaBYOne9MFLiC1jLTDYvaLfoOybVxINKH/s640/blogger-image-1144025120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-k3rtVdsvslFtMsHaoVTQB84IxERjv0AxS8DJGOxLE9asCh9OYPjZHcuaMWlRt4hu5203e4cFSozSMEI8t5_RYN-Y5PtkPMVdvOpjanZYnmOkaBYOne9MFLiC1jLTDYvaLfoOybVxINKH/s640/blogger-image-1144025120.jpg"></a></div> </div><div><br></div><div>A couple of things. One; moments before this was snapped I timbered backwards through the banner behind us which is why my friend is laughing so hard. I honestly thought it was a solid wall. Nope. And this photo was taken in the middle of the aforementioned swanky restaurant right in front of snooty patrons who don't tumble backwards into anything ever. Secondly you may have noticed something off with Justin's painting. I assure you it is a submarine. I also assure you also that he will not turn into Hitler Junior despite his... abstract-esque painting.... attempt? </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-72507638101598299352016-08-06T23:28:00.001-06:002016-08-08T17:02:38.617-06:00Back in TownThe Saturdays immediately following my out of town work trips are typically followed by some R&R since I'm a tad of an introvert and need to catch up on me time at home since I was just forced into me time at a strange hotel. Not this Saturday. This Saturday was filled with activities :) <div><br></div><div>We had one of our usual get togethers with our friends this evening. It's nice to chase the last days of summer. It feels like tomorrow they will be gone. Time really does fly, and life changes as it passes by. It is interesting to notice the subtle or sometimes gargantuan elements of our lives that ebb and flow with the changing of the tides. </div><div><br></div><div>There are friendships that have stood the test of time, there are the toxic people we had to cut from our hearts-be them blood or otherwise, there are the moments when we achieve significant things we never thought possible, there are the breaking points, the rock bottoms, the hurt and painful times, there's the falling in love, there's the sunrises, there's the laughing until it hurts, the healing, there's the building of trust, the tearing it down, but it is life. And it is great. </div><div><br></div><div>See what happens when I miss my R&R? I get all weird. Here are some photos from our get together to break up the strangeness of my blog post<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrDGcC_xTNCzcDqUEsrHebAutJQHVrdjWaTlvVBAo56dZLrgKNZLYkurECi-GMP4F-Keeczzi0Yze_REHgEJf6ztLHjpcOFg1pIjseqvrnjD5scgeAM-FacGyurGzZmqDYSKCZMfIhFblr/s640/blogger-image--762924161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrDGcC_xTNCzcDqUEsrHebAutJQHVrdjWaTlvVBAo56dZLrgKNZLYkurECi-GMP4F-Keeczzi0Yze_REHgEJf6ztLHjpcOFg1pIjseqvrnjD5scgeAM-FacGyurGzZmqDYSKCZMfIhFblr/s640/blogger-image--762924161.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhynjHCrM-v6IS8wvkAuf0YcL25PV-DAYMYSfokqbKiCCYGbEuwsE3CQ6BM62lroEjLePFJAkk_aUKbuGOTlh6t0Q7K4ww3Dyswsh1mcL7f6OGhrB-SaP7Nis4_6kplEEQk7hk4ROqXjk07/s640/blogger-image-1076727556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhynjHCrM-v6IS8wvkAuf0YcL25PV-DAYMYSfokqbKiCCYGbEuwsE3CQ6BM62lroEjLePFJAkk_aUKbuGOTlh6t0Q7K4ww3Dyswsh1mcL7f6OGhrB-SaP7Nis4_6kplEEQk7hk4ROqXjk07/s640/blogger-image-1076727556.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhynjHCrM-v6IS8wvkAuf0YcL25PV-DAYMYSfokqbKiCCYGbEuwsE3CQ6BM62lroEjLePFJAkk_aUKbuGOTlh6t0Q7K4ww3Dyswsh1mcL7f6OGhrB-SaP7Nis4_6kplEEQk7hk4ROqXjk07/s640/blogger-image-1076727556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtXRN9qnzaOJ2yO5GazSCaPbDhn28BPXqwyg8StZ39E4h0-3pmi1hfyjuqCkG1wMwRwGgqBUEGu0XtYfv-9luLaBMG6F44JF5jP9exYgUReuDClCKU_0I4V5H32GMwqOb8-4-iOiddFTUX/s640/blogger-image--282349198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtXRN9qnzaOJ2yO5GazSCaPbDhn28BPXqwyg8StZ39E4h0-3pmi1hfyjuqCkG1wMwRwGgqBUEGu0XtYfv-9luLaBMG6F44JF5jP9exYgUReuDClCKU_0I4V5H32GMwqOb8-4-iOiddFTUX/s640/blogger-image--282349198.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpIBqvMiFmTWKIGXeciIAaYpwKsddFpfZDlpdvACVuKvG6iGmw32aFx2_SXRkK2G6YK5w_AGTV4tWP6haBZg9HfmtcsJPRjKuiPZRbImNf-WiYgWCXSaeldXfLjLUlBiCUg0a3-W79xgsE/s640/blogger-image-165400939.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpIBqvMiFmTWKIGXeciIAaYpwKsddFpfZDlpdvACVuKvG6iGmw32aFx2_SXRkK2G6YK5w_AGTV4tWP6haBZg9HfmtcsJPRjKuiPZRbImNf-WiYgWCXSaeldXfLjLUlBiCUg0a3-W79xgsE/s640/blogger-image-165400939.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpIBqvMiFmTWKIGXeciIAaYpwKsddFpfZDlpdvACVuKvG6iGmw32aFx2_SXRkK2G6YK5w_AGTV4tWP6haBZg9HfmtcsJPRjKuiPZRbImNf-WiYgWCXSaeldXfLjLUlBiCUg0a3-W79xgsE/s640/blogger-image-165400939.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRxhsZIMs83bksAZrb8Jq0Ukdy1xYNKY3oMZaIbFPGfsO1Mk-ER21Uk9XjWMh4_tl4fmRkfbkHe7L4Ls8j6qC4-MlB7kDgeIK9T0vSLxWFTRDNSAfBPa1Kz_cpkAsyRq3wv3Yzvcyq7tkW/s640/blogger-image--1953931261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRxhsZIMs83bksAZrb8Jq0Ukdy1xYNKY3oMZaIbFPGfsO1Mk-ER21Uk9XjWMh4_tl4fmRkfbkHe7L4Ls8j6qC4-MlB7kDgeIK9T0vSLxWFTRDNSAfBPa1Kz_cpkAsyRq3wv3Yzvcyq7tkW/s640/blogger-image--1953931261.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-50753286867586922992016-08-05T19:19:00.001-06:002016-08-05T19:19:07.837-06:00HomecomingAbsence makes the heart grow fonder :) At least that is the case for Justin and me. Swoon; feel free to skip this post if you're feeling slightly vomitty from romantics. <div><br></div><div>I got home today from my work trip only to discover not one but two bouquets of flowers and some gifts from my man. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-89LcyO2DtbhgXWq-qLnK2XihIAJNbH5djFZ3f6VIMl8mEKuYlBYDiTsS8tmi5P-DgxYlRpeNQ7r_dfM4Y7MOGiC0wjIB0PNSn6rQ5hW84eLWKExOVqxBdrjEnwz5QzVx8m79E5d_116/s640/blogger-image--450020104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-89LcyO2DtbhgXWq-qLnK2XihIAJNbH5djFZ3f6VIMl8mEKuYlBYDiTsS8tmi5P-DgxYlRpeNQ7r_dfM4Y7MOGiC0wjIB0PNSn6rQ5hW84eLWKExOVqxBdrjEnwz5QzVx8m79E5d_116/s640/blogger-image--450020104.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>He knows me so well. Draco, Snape and "Howl's Moving Castle," the book?! I'm spoiled it's true. As much as I'd love to burrow into a blanket fort this weekend snuggled up to a certain big-butted man alas, I have many exciting things on the horizon. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm truly fortunate to have such a loving individual however. And It's great to be home. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-75356377393414198292016-08-04T16:08:00.001-06:002016-08-04T16:34:36.684-06:00I've Been Away AwhileYes I've disappeared again. I was recently asked why I write on a blog. While I came up with a half a dozen reasons on the spot; over analytical me eventually got self-conscious and fell off the face of the planet of written words. <div><br></div><div>I blog because I blog because I blog to blog. Blog. BLOG. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm back. There's no telling how long I'll stick around again. I'm beginning to feel like a boomerang who is off kilter. </div><div><br></div><div>Currently I'm away on business. I'm in one of my favorite towns; Baker City, Oregon. You remember the one with the cat in the store. How could you forget? (I link the prior exhilarating blogs once I have Internet access from my laptop.) <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7yNFw4b91XvDMKb9AAQTITRABG-y2zvxsfNzhZGYNIsX6OE7Dbxq83iReytS9CUNuP24WYmDHybuy1sszBWQV-U8LHNyQTtOM-vgjWvMfy0RSuQY4izZsctlRZ7HM1JLvfFgu_KScrLC/s640/blogger-image-1713532138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7yNFw4b91XvDMKb9AAQTITRABG-y2zvxsfNzhZGYNIsX6OE7Dbxq83iReytS9CUNuP24WYmDHybuy1sszBWQV-U8LHNyQTtOM-vgjWvMfy0RSuQY4izZsctlRZ7HM1JLvfFgu_KScrLC/s640/blogger-image-1713532138.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Terrible photo-kitty was grumpy. </div><div><br></div><div>Today is our last day here. It has been a long journey but a good one. </div><div><br></div><div>The following interaction transpired:</div><div><br></div><div><div>Me to patient: how are you today</div><div><br></div><div>Patient: better than the guy that got killed</div><div><br></div><div>Me:... Oh (secretly wondering if I am about to be murdered-- this must be why there is a razor blade in the drawer. Self defense) </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhilI21aP1PjEbRuN8Vk4IWgKtTk_hUjXhv3fU3luV9swQ5LnNzFyNkk068vLxb7UuQxDQvotk5v9PE10Dv8XwgbGtMezTWUkaXmQcUG53lBWGv5aerSNxUlB5DPl_8oSpdMsTVIskdYWQq/s640/blogger-image--1992311836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhilI21aP1PjEbRuN8Vk4IWgKtTk_hUjXhv3fU3luV9swQ5LnNzFyNkk068vLxb7UuQxDQvotk5v9PE10Dv8XwgbGtMezTWUkaXmQcUG53lBWGv5aerSNxUlB5DPl_8oSpdMsTVIskdYWQq/s640/blogger-image--1992311836.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Patient: yeah that's what he gets for driving too fast. No seat belt. Sunroof open. Blood everywhere</div><div><br></div><div>Me: oh my gosh I'm so sorry how terrifying did you see it happen?</div><div><br></div><div>Patient: no saw the after effects. Looks like it was quick </div><div><br></div><div>Me: (thinking) fucking hell how is this casual talk </div><div><br></div><div>Then her husband comes in and teaches me to fence with my arm. Like keeps saying en guard! And coming at me. And I'm like stop coming at me bro. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE3roetGhyphenhyphenBGnoLoKZAyRu0BVbNCnekhObURfApRhqZ4L6XTZR7_V6cHdDxNOYjb57wZHfNYt-g6q_AK6buhxJdeKgUEGxMTUevNVSCf1lbjZFkqKH17QLedWp8rbHlq3Gz7XfAlN663MZ/s640/blogger-image-920169438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE3roetGhyphenhyphenBGnoLoKZAyRu0BVbNCnekhObURfApRhqZ4L6XTZR7_V6cHdDxNOYjb57wZHfNYt-g6q_AK6buhxJdeKgUEGxMTUevNVSCf1lbjZFkqKH17QLedWp8rbHlq3Gz7XfAlN663MZ/s640/blogger-image-920169438.jpg"></a></div>Luckily I survived. I'm still trying to figure out how. I felt like I was in Game of Thrones dueling 'til the death. But here I am. And I am writing a blog about it. Because I blog. </div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-64986150724005327482016-07-21T22:40:00.001-06:002016-07-21T22:40:43.777-06:00Friday EveI have a work friend who is in Turks and Caicos because she is amazing and celebrating her 25th wedding anniversary despite the fact that she looks not a day over 29. My other work compadre of mine and I were sitting there commiserating over the fact that we were stuck at work whilst friend number one was whisked away to a whimsical water wonderland. <div><br></div><div>I got this new phone some time ago and it is an asshole. It autocorrects things all the time to shit I would never say. And Siri? Don't even get me stated that woman's favorite phrase is "I'm sorry I didn't understand that," followed quickly by her deleting whatever it is I am working on. And I'm like "Siri!!!!!" And she is uber quiet because I think she is in that lazy teenager phase. </div><div><br></div><div>Today I message Turks and Caicos friend to tell her that my friend and I wished her a happy anniversary and a safe flight. But my phone autocorrected my text to read Smelly and I wish you a happy anniversary. Then Turks and Caicos friend (sorry I feel like I have to type that ten times because I'll probably never say Turks and Caicos again in a blog) asked which site I was working at. I tried to type BI for breast imaging and my phone autocorrected it to BO. Yeah. I'm with Smelly at BO awesome. Makes sense I suppose. </div><div><br></div><div>Also my work wife sent me this photo today with the caption: "When someone asks how my diet is going,"<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihFSkXdtOyZmITtXRmdYPBKdfHnKV-nlnCA8rLs-WEAFNcZklK92suLoV6ubwSkXO2JDNr1zw-ySX4cSvxeJCwxB46ZpNzmhDEPXeCZz_we7QUtPn1NOcY45O0v-uOzPlsLaUR4vP7o6EK/s640/blogger-image--1598217714.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihFSkXdtOyZmITtXRmdYPBKdfHnKV-nlnCA8rLs-WEAFNcZklK92suLoV6ubwSkXO2JDNr1zw-ySX4cSvxeJCwxB46ZpNzmhDEPXeCZz_we7QUtPn1NOcY45O0v-uOzPlsLaUR4vP7o6EK/s640/blogger-image--1598217714.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Fitting. Totally fitting. Oh and one more thing; Turks and Caicos. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-57540257494020384812016-07-19T22:04:00.001-06:002016-07-19T22:04:52.075-06:00The PurgeRemember two days ago when I shared the most exciting news ever about cleaning out the garage? Yeah I figured you wouldn't. But it is cleaner than it used to be. Progress. <div><br></div><div>Last night I was slightly nervous about my prospective out of town trip on the horizon. I was slotted to leave Monday which was pushed to Tuesday and eventually (this afternoon) was cancelled altogether owing to an automobile malfunction. So my nervousness was wasted as I sat wide-eyed and bushy tailed next to one snoring big-butted man AKA Justin. Who by the way confessed that his anti-snoring nose strip was attached to his undercarriage this morning. I hope I wasn't sleep malfunctioning again... It was probably his fault. Yeah. I'm going with that. </div><div><br></div><div>I started to ruminate over the things I'd tossed out in our garage purge. My guilt grew increasingly more prominent as I envisioned a certain gift that was hand crafted for me approximately 27-28 years ago sitting in our garbage pail. I vacillated for hours over it. Isn't it funny how we can grow so attached to material objects in our lives. Isn't it even more peculiar when those items provide a host of bad memories?</div><div><br></div><div>I ultimately went and fished the item out of the garbage pail. It was covered in dust, dirt, debris, and dead bugs. I half-heartedly brushed it off and placed it in a plastic garbage bag so it can sit in the corner of our garage until such a time I deem it appropriate to throw away. I guess sometimes it is hard to ignore the memories; be it bad or good memories. I suppose that is okay--because how else are we supposed to grow, and live and all of that? </div><div><br></div><div>I hope I'm not the only one unable to detach from certain things. If I am then hey; that's just one more "interesting fact," I can use to describe myself in future job interviews. People will be like 'i saved a man from a burning car,' 'I climbed Mount Everest,' 'My sister is Natalie Portman,' and I'll be like 'I have attachment issues to inanimate objects,' and I'll probably be wearing the item which I would have fashioned into a cape because Hogwarts. #winning. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-63059648719697480492016-07-17T22:07:00.001-06:002016-07-17T22:07:19.184-06:00Good Times with Gooder Friends because Gooder is a Word. It's in the
title of a blog now so yeah....This weekend was jam-packed once again but in a good way. I'm not just talking about all the peanut butter, earth balance, raspberry jam sandwiches I ate either. Which by the way were excellent. <div><br></div><div>Justin and I worked hard to clean out the garage. Since we (Justin) finally finished the side yard and the shed it was time to move on to the to the mess that has only been visited one time since we moved in almost two years ago. Now we've got a garbage can full of trash, a recycling bin full of collapsed boxes, a pile of stuff for a yard sale, a shed full of tools, and a couple boxes containing some sentimental value items that will be stored in plastic totes once we pick a couple up. So cheers to us and our adulting. <div><br></div><div>This weekend was also one of our regular visits with some of our besties. In a surprising turn of events I won like every game except one that we played. I guess my day has been a long time coming and finally arrived. </div><div><br></div><div>Photos: <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs_-yxDkrvW07Xzb6OqFlQ7YnNLlJ7qgZ7dQRQT2tEphFhSNCqZtuMAzA0gLOC7nXJn2lVWUiNSRwx2UZLbjHHOS78VNI4_d3d_rt-71wNDzUB8FkaTN91AYu_6YDbO_dJPiV3g0u04ZdD/s640/blogger-image--1966053693.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs_-yxDkrvW07Xzb6OqFlQ7YnNLlJ7qgZ7dQRQT2tEphFhSNCqZtuMAzA0gLOC7nXJn2lVWUiNSRwx2UZLbjHHOS78VNI4_d3d_rt-71wNDzUB8FkaTN91AYu_6YDbO_dJPiV3g0u04ZdD/s640/blogger-image--1966053693.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A classic action shot... Great form right there<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs_-yxDkrvW07Xzb6OqFlQ7YnNLlJ7qgZ7dQRQT2tEphFhSNCqZtuMAzA0gLOC7nXJn2lVWUiNSRwx2UZLbjHHOS78VNI4_d3d_rt-71wNDzUB8FkaTN91AYu_6YDbO_dJPiV3g0u04ZdD/s640/blogger-image--1966053693.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7DLKvv159Ik6xSPN7fJ7BhYG8crKpYqDYu3MiXiI_Mmrg9tMTX4Rk3BWON6PlkqlnsLe08v3eKJKH07CilDTstv-TIrvtQwfhlGVEy1_zjs0g7mAuXtckxQ22uYImEEFIVGVI0HSeM5PR/s640/blogger-image--383117160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7DLKvv159Ik6xSPN7fJ7BhYG8crKpYqDYu3MiXiI_Mmrg9tMTX4Rk3BWON6PlkqlnsLe08v3eKJKH07CilDTstv-TIrvtQwfhlGVEy1_zjs0g7mAuXtckxQ22uYImEEFIVGVI0HSeM5PR/s640/blogger-image--383117160.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Smores-- next time I'll bring some vegan marshmallows. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxhocRBvbYzouaOwzh6T4Eqyve-hvWnG2gAfopYG4zB-o1vG-BUX6Pg15mxKovPRB5L6r1NFKIjeDyhvjE171c6WQ8GoG25VOM4yH7RUiuvvRZ0IHEhqZLSldPYshOWkngiY7XyxCqZKN/s640/blogger-image--97533481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxhocRBvbYzouaOwzh6T4Eqyve-hvWnG2gAfopYG4zB-o1vG-BUX6Pg15mxKovPRB5L6r1NFKIjeDyhvjE171c6WQ8GoG25VOM4yH7RUiuvvRZ0IHEhqZLSldPYshOWkngiY7XyxCqZKN/s640/blogger-image--97533481.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7DLKvv159Ik6xSPN7fJ7BhYG8crKpYqDYu3MiXiI_Mmrg9tMTX4Rk3BWON6PlkqlnsLe08v3eKJKH07CilDTstv-TIrvtQwfhlGVEy1_zjs0g7mAuXtckxQ22uYImEEFIVGVI0HSeM5PR/s640/blogger-image--383117160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Y7-ae6ZUaKLp8bAB53YKe_0qTBn7hRZHIOzQp-WS3wwWqCPwYbkBPILeAVHGn1Yf6bA5hHoDF26ydJr_9woHUzego7Gkto6JxZRj2PSTTGRKx_adaWPIRKRkFpfZTDgOUbTMz1W6xc4i/s640/blogger-image--36756812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Y7-ae6ZUaKLp8bAB53YKe_0qTBn7hRZHIOzQp-WS3wwWqCPwYbkBPILeAVHGn1Yf6bA5hHoDF26ydJr_9woHUzego7Gkto6JxZRj2PSTTGRKx_adaWPIRKRkFpfZTDgOUbTMz1W6xc4i/s640/blogger-image--36756812.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Trying to get ready for a photo. We ultimately decided my thighs were too thunderous to be photographed from that angle. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Y7-ae6ZUaKLp8bAB53YKe_0qTBn7hRZHIOzQp-WS3wwWqCPwYbkBPILeAVHGn1Yf6bA5hHoDF26ydJr_9woHUzego7Gkto6JxZRj2PSTTGRKx_adaWPIRKRkFpfZTDgOUbTMz1W6xc4i/s640/blogger-image--36756812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5y-u48y1PvLRy0f-aN-qqkou3zQ3eDmzUQMSPVcncFpfKjT_cMObYXvp_UWXRBMmK6M2iJx_DD3_D7ZeE_cIwvJdZjkbOmVBmviwaBb4rhtGgD-xdnD68uNPYFaPT6ZhwJpYKohu-gprw/s640/blogger-image-799705132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5y-u48y1PvLRy0f-aN-qqkou3zQ3eDmzUQMSPVcncFpfKjT_cMObYXvp_UWXRBMmK6M2iJx_DD3_D7ZeE_cIwvJdZjkbOmVBmviwaBb4rhtGgD-xdnD68uNPYFaPT6ZhwJpYKohu-gprw/s640/blogger-image-799705132.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Some of my favorite girls<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5y-u48y1PvLRy0f-aN-qqkou3zQ3eDmzUQMSPVcncFpfKjT_cMObYXvp_UWXRBMmK6M2iJx_DD3_D7ZeE_cIwvJdZjkbOmVBmviwaBb4rhtGgD-xdnD68uNPYFaPT6ZhwJpYKohu-gprw/s640/blogger-image-799705132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-dIZKO-m0hGfU2ReNpygNoquDh9FkcubYhgbWMakmy_h6py6PkdvV57LrFFBPmxr9WWR0nbsPZKTWBOGq5Ii83lu4-YQEGbySaIvKDtAzHn7GHGfNINzK30b-YAHUSvgg82_tDInQSMyi/s640/blogger-image-1683327393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-dIZKO-m0hGfU2ReNpygNoquDh9FkcubYhgbWMakmy_h6py6PkdvV57LrFFBPmxr9WWR0nbsPZKTWBOGq5Ii83lu4-YQEGbySaIvKDtAzHn7GHGfNINzK30b-YAHUSvgg82_tDInQSMyi/s640/blogger-image-1683327393.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Serious strategizing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Now to see what Monday and the work week brings. </div></div></div></div></div></div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-87829017733227994962016-07-15T23:01:00.001-06:002016-07-15T23:01:13.419-06:00Wheye?<span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I was quickly trying to gather up my work necessities the other morning before heading out of the house. It's not my fault that I need like nine hundred things. Alas, tragedy stuck again ...</span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79YhvsNrlMta7I3FbHhKwBGvTFm1UbsXVsxpjbIbmR2fYG2QwPo3u2fzua9iwRogop0UQYp-1SL0hADS-SC1YBJ_biq1sivIQZRO_ZvJSBOo4W6bHUJbBWzrSFCF0R_K63K2YGzTsG4Zk/s640/blogger-image--672088080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79YhvsNrlMta7I3FbHhKwBGvTFm1UbsXVsxpjbIbmR2fYG2QwPo3u2fzua9iwRogop0UQYp-1SL0hADS-SC1YBJ_biq1sivIQZRO_ZvJSBOo4W6bHUJbBWzrSFCF0R_K63K2YGzTsG4Zk/s640/blogger-image--672088080.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">This it the third pair in a year. I'm under the impression that Justin thinks my breakages are deliberate but I assure you they are not. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">My first pair was Harry Pottered in half. This was highly upsetting because they were on the more expensive side. I'm thankful I had about six years of use out of them before they broke in half. My second pair had the lens fall out every time I blinked. This pair is a bit different. Technically I can still wear them. I pretend like I have those opera glasses except the stick I hold them by in angled the wrong way. But it still works and j pretend to be an important cultured handsome woman. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I received two new pairs of glasses today. Now the countdown begins to their imminent destruction. A couple of my gfs at work think I need goggles and I must admit I agree. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDEfdgU3nMWDDLKtMlHV7KJ-67C8pbffL1h0QSZsE_-6-eS0iz6u1OM9Z1Xl-PIGKTAqp6i-BzivI6eBphNiRruq4USjePjbWBMXmZSQZT4sk0EeJWruClvILfr-LEfuz_49Z0pAmxf6k5/s640/blogger-image--1087735268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDEfdgU3nMWDDLKtMlHV7KJ-67C8pbffL1h0QSZsE_-6-eS0iz6u1OM9Z1Xl-PIGKTAqp6i-BzivI6eBphNiRruq4USjePjbWBMXmZSQZT4sk0EeJWruClvILfr-LEfuz_49Z0pAmxf6k5/s640/blogger-image--1087735268.jpg"></a></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-34560281886868248892016-07-14T17:15:00.001-06:002016-07-14T17:15:32.881-06:00Contact Who?I checked in this patient today and she had two emergency contacts. This is not uncommon. I focused my eyes over each name and said; "okay so you have Dick and Dick for an emergency contact? So two dicks?" Then I felt myself turn red. The patient paused for a totally inappropriate time frame (I think I don't know I'm pretty hypervilligent these days so it may have only been a fraction of a second). <div><br></div><div>Patient: uhhh?</div><div><br></div><div>Me: let me see oh yes they are two different Dicks. It says one is your father and one is your spouse?</div><div><br></div><div>Patient: yes that's right</div><div><br></div><div>Me: okay awesome </div><div><br></div><div>Then I continued about my business trying not to act like a 12 year old because I could not contain the hilarity of having not one but two dicks as emergency contacts. End. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-18073992279110150992016-07-13T20:07:00.001-06:002016-07-13T20:07:55.403-06:00Devil's What?I was minding my own non-violent vegan lifestyle business the other day when suddenly: <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8N2sB08w5RD7JjA30CrgAI5RgkD9XWTCmjznPhMwPKtzbvDnnhGiCPvXy84t25iNjexJJTxj0qPsQ3l0KNoqywL4qCU4g8Qfr2YIG4sD4bEIggFsEhFxGMdfr2x-m1bqU3Rt3E-4K_XK/s640/blogger-image-1261228953.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8N2sB08w5RD7JjA30CrgAI5RgkD9XWTCmjznPhMwPKtzbvDnnhGiCPvXy84t25iNjexJJTxj0qPsQ3l0KNoqywL4qCU4g8Qfr2YIG4sD4bEIggFsEhFxGMdfr2x-m1bqU3Rt3E-4K_XK/s640/blogger-image-1261228953.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Me: Ahhhh!</div><div><br></div><div>Justin: What? </div><div><br></div><div>Me: Hurry up and get out here there's a monster! </div><div><br></div><div>What seemed like hours but really was only a couple seconds passed (but long enough for that little shit to waive his ass at me because he has obviously been spying on me and knowing that I like Justin's butt. He seemed to sense his imminent doom and tried to do a sexy butt dance that was actually horrifying because he has fucking pinchers on his ass.) Justin finally finished urinating since apparently that was more important than saving my life, and came to look at the beast. </div><div><br></div><div>Me: What is it?</div><div><br></div><div>Justin: a bug</div><div><br></div><div>Me: okay thanks couldn't have figured that out on my own. </div><div><br></div><div>Then Justin acted manly and flushed the monster down the toilet. I'm pretty sure that's how lochness monsters are made. You're welcome Scottland. </div><div><br></div><div>Apparently these little blighters are called Devil's Coach Horse Beetles. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpwL3Q0mKUmtnPLAQnrN5Cg15seMp1oFW919Nz7uvrC_p2sFBOOw3H_vNxsJaBMVxurmPGJIh65XZOKPWoIINM6zfNx7ZvOSPgLCdyE33SvhcbmuhWV_iU5ksWkKaWCTCJz9BXWKGpitqE/s640/blogger-image-58684367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpwL3Q0mKUmtnPLAQnrN5Cg15seMp1oFW919Nz7uvrC_p2sFBOOw3H_vNxsJaBMVxurmPGJIh65XZOKPWoIINM6zfNx7ZvOSPgLCdyE33SvhcbmuhWV_iU5ksWkKaWCTCJz9BXWKGpitqE/s640/blogger-image-58684367.jpg"></a></div>Totally appropriate. And they lay eggs in your brain while you sleep. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_tGQ-H2OT3ImhbJWae6zk5vjEMb77uhJA7Dyc7EL8Gs4q52TsiPpLPVZOHZ03AQur9sFWr4yZ-CHKqrH_xN5A3pG4fIg53LN4BDaq8yMmr8AtjCL2y2gftljQsCBpU7dBjr2-8EBxIXz/s640/blogger-image-2101184261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_tGQ-H2OT3ImhbJWae6zk5vjEMb77uhJA7Dyc7EL8Gs4q52TsiPpLPVZOHZ03AQur9sFWr4yZ-CHKqrH_xN5A3pG4fIg53LN4BDaq8yMmr8AtjCL2y2gftljQsCBpU7dBjr2-8EBxIXz/s640/blogger-image-2101184261.jpg"></a></div>Makes sense. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-28783845489189345672016-07-12T18:30:00.001-06:002016-07-12T18:30:51.639-06:00Jesus Loves RecyclingI recycled Jesus today. Well not Jesus exactly but a magazine about Jesus and holy people. I tend to personify things so what better name to give the mini-magazine than Jesus?<div><br></div><div>Technically my work mate was the one who put it in my recycling bin because she saw how much of an internal struggle I was having. She can be really strong and brave; whereas I'm like "if I throw Jesus away spiders will come crawl in my mouth," because that could happen. Except he wasn't thrown away he WAS recycled so... That's what Jesus would want right?</div><div><br></div><div>In all seriousness this extraordinarily kind woman gifted Jesus to me. She advised me that the stories in Jesus were beautiful and I should leave him in the waiting room. She then kept asking what I liked to drink. I was worried she was angling at trying to bring me a drink; mayhaps even rufee me with a 'honk if you love Jesus,' kind of drug. I was terrified she would come back to see how I liked Jesus and see if I put him in the waiting room like she asked while possibly giving me a drink that would make me feel even worse for recycling him. Then I'd have to sit there and lie about Jesus while accepting more gifts. Jesus would probably resurrect himself and call out of the damn recycle bin right in front of everyone. </div><div><br></div><div>Fortunately I transferred Jesus from the little recycle bin to the big locking recycle bin, and the woman never returned. For now all is well in my world. If I should come down with the plague you'll all know why. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-59725098830094376832016-07-08T23:53:00.001-06:002016-07-08T23:53:26.014-06:00WilsonI don't play volleyball because my arms usually turn fifty shades of hot pink from my hulk smash mad skillz that actually involve me just hitting the volleyball in a haphazard way so that it sails off into the ocean never to be seen again. I don't even live by the ocean so clearly this is highly problematic for anyone on my team. <div><br></div><div>Justin and I went to Fred Meyer to pick up a yard game to bring to his parent's house on the 4th of July. We ruminated over a croquet set because Justin has been wanting one. I think I could possibly get away with wearing pantaloons if we got one so then I'd have an excuse to buy some which would be awesome. </div><div><br></div><div>Anyway we wound up getting these lawn darts that were shaped like toilet plungers and pretty much were the equivalent to such when trying to lob them across the yard. It was not very ego boosting. We'd invited my friends over and I was like hey let me force you to play this game with toilet plungers that we all hate... Ugh. But this brings me to my point. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAkoHeQ6I-B2uMOo8v_2tdBNHLLi33UlJYPHrmWZb1WMCCXV32jxx0q_1BjDIwW2GzI0N2ENrt5gHeAl8oPDCZhp0Tp_i_cZDLOta4twqh3vsyIbBFWtSL0Q119hCGAXtSfGEuwz41Obp-/s640/blogger-image--765255243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAkoHeQ6I-B2uMOo8v_2tdBNHLLi33UlJYPHrmWZb1WMCCXV32jxx0q_1BjDIwW2GzI0N2ENrt5gHeAl8oPDCZhp0Tp_i_cZDLOta4twqh3vsyIbBFWtSL0Q119hCGAXtSfGEuwz41Obp-/s640/blogger-image--765255243.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I saw this on the shelf and really feel like had I brought Wilson to the bbq he would have been the talk of the town. We may not have "played" volleyball with him but we could have totally re-inacted "Cast Away." Next time I'll go with my gut. Not my.... Butt?</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-31054385294348629042016-07-07T22:06:00.001-06:002016-07-07T22:23:40.218-06:00Stressed Spells Desserts BackwardsI found this new kind of chocolate the other day. Sometimes when I go shopping I momentarily fall into autopilot because I'm so anxious about being vulnerable in the store. Every once in a while I end up with something I can't actually eat from the grocery store, something I would never wear in a million years from a clothing store, or random tools from Home Depot when I can't remember what I went there for in the first place. (That one time I bought a hand saw because you never know when you might need one and obviously that is what I went to Home Depot for... not a 9 volt battery. For the record I left the hand saw with my ex boyfriend and never did get a 9Vbattery for that smoke detector because that house I was living in probably could stand to burn down in a non-pyromaniac kind of way). <div><br></div><div>The other day I was at the co-op. I knew I needed chocolate so I found myself bombarded with options in their specialty isle of sweets. Justin always picks on me for not trying new things. I was like omg I will try all this new chocolate and Justin will be SO proud. Except I was so anxious and forgot how to read so I wasn't sure what was vegan and what wasn't. I rifled through things as though trying to detonate a bomb looking for any and every kind of vegan chocolate I could find. I think I wound up with three different bars (hard to tell I also eat when I get nervous so I can't account for them all). </div><div><br></div><div>I got home and fell in love with one of the bars but it apparently is a probiotic bar for pooping. I've been trying to work out how to get more from the store without them noticing all the poop related stuff on the packaging. I'll have to make up something and be sure to reiterate that I'm "plenty regular," should anyone cast a questioning look in my direction. Today I bought three more bars. That should tide me over for a few hours. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4R7x5eKdnseFNX1oXQeLIWNR3FK0rL5rOBFxWrlstZEIXEgryEAlliFGMh8AXctjL_fg21bI-DK_wHqKyqkxc983Q5Q3OVJOTWt3szexw0IGopUCB72cP3Kbl-qJB5aprfc0W9VGY6zQa/s640/blogger-image--483751647.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4R7x5eKdnseFNX1oXQeLIWNR3FK0rL5rOBFxWrlstZEIXEgryEAlliFGMh8AXctjL_fg21bI-DK_wHqKyqkxc983Q5Q3OVJOTWt3szexw0IGopUCB72cP3Kbl-qJB5aprfc0W9VGY6zQa/s640/blogger-image--483751647.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Now if you'll excuse me I have to finish breaking into my chocolate bar while evading Justin's sweet tooth. I was nearly discovered moments ago when He came upstairs to wish me a goodnight. I didn't hear him quick enough so I hid the very chocolate under my ass like a mother hen. Close call my friends. I'm not sure why but I feel like a hand saw would really help me in this situation. </div><br><div><br></div><div><br></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-92151090045875585772016-07-06T21:17:00.001-06:002016-07-06T21:17:08.017-06:00Animal MagnetismI'm not very good at spontaneous. Unless you count being spontaneously bad at being spontaneous as being good at being spontaneous in a backwards sort of way... which it kind of does count because spontaneous people would totally be like yeah I'm cool with it. Because usually they are down for anything. <div><br></div><div>I feel like mayhaps I'm typing in circles again. This tends to occur every so often but hey it's my Thursday because it is Wednesday of Independence Day week and I don't have to work real Friday. I also didn't work Monday. Wait... Wait... I'm doing it again. Forget that none sense. </div><div><br></div><div>Today Justin and I spontaneously joined a friend of mine for dinner. Technically I was invited yesterday but to me that is as good as spontaneous. This is huge considering I don't normally eat in front of people but I've been WAY better about that lately. Yeah I may not shovel it in to the extreme I do when it's just Justin and me but I can eat normally-ish now. Plus I was spontaneous-ish? Good job me. Good job. I deserve pats on the back. </div><div><br></div><div>Speaking of pats Justin has some animal-magnetism going on like you wouldn't believe while we were waiting for dinner. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5E4IKRdtVFzpiLobW5czlMxFUkKZAS8nTuoxau4JpKotfmedJaYquYb9WIdgHcJPZ3jzD2XODPJ2eXF9mwhe42iMHtwXY8bVBn3DZpSOs6c2pUaW9A748c1n8pMQjtPveLYuPO7_hmYDc/s640/blogger-image--79024894.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5E4IKRdtVFzpiLobW5czlMxFUkKZAS8nTuoxau4JpKotfmedJaYquYb9WIdgHcJPZ3jzD2XODPJ2eXF9mwhe42iMHtwXY8bVBn3DZpSOs6c2pUaW9A748c1n8pMQjtPveLYuPO7_hmYDc/s640/blogger-image--79024894.jpg"></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Nothing there right? No. Look again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4E4yIeEnleRIyDVyhnciDNLpnxq4sK9FjGam-sIPgeZ-eifBEbRVMZNTOG4d79BanXxdMtnnhu_0Uuq5_3fhkKJkEkpksH0MiiOph8AeIvSNKikG5tVnMcvQdYMcH8JQWiaUykdHjdbxW/s640/blogger-image-1935862582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4E4yIeEnleRIyDVyhnciDNLpnxq4sK9FjGam-sIPgeZ-eifBEbRVMZNTOG4d79BanXxdMtnnhu_0Uuq5_3fhkKJkEkpksH0MiiOph8AeIvSNKikG5tVnMcvQdYMcH8JQWiaUykdHjdbxW/s640/blogger-image-1935862582.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Justin is going in for the pets<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiS-PbruR9Ym43-LGWneM_JZIQFlG1Si-HHey_V-A5XLAaaQFTqEA0obi6e0Z341jZnAyP16zTOOntfvC-vApIz53Rm_z3mVPesqHk55Z82hf_TUePX-mEpiSI1VZegLh2f2fRSUgzn6_N/s640/blogger-image-1492639967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiS-PbruR9Ym43-LGWneM_JZIQFlG1Si-HHey_V-A5XLAaaQFTqEA0obi6e0Z341jZnAyP16zTOOntfvC-vApIz53Rm_z3mVPesqHk55Z82hf_TUePX-mEpiSI1VZegLh2f2fRSUgzn6_N/s640/blogger-image-1492639967.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsJrpjmTslPrj_OyUK6ikXnpUVJ62k_NWWh5_GCuF3wtZY7KbwR-dxLhn-l0hz3PANdJEpf-5FTiMyuv7TAvVIU4mtowJotRUEGP57-u95J3Ttt9Eofdi66aTlqbdIgmQaRcyYI1UjzeE/s640/blogger-image--571958068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsJrpjmTslPrj_OyUK6ikXnpUVJ62k_NWWh5_GCuF3wtZY7KbwR-dxLhn-l0hz3PANdJEpf-5FTiMyuv7TAvVIU4mtowJotRUEGP57-u95J3Ttt9Eofdi66aTlqbdIgmQaRcyYI1UjzeE/s640/blogger-image--571958068.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Now someone else wants some pets <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnhsonJ_gkeoZO_POn1T3AlNl5dS0pmk4MchGK6qqc6vD0o2O54hX9fMql_1CoRkY9c5mwV-UEeFFNlDb_6CwhaCtsOyHHJlb9nb3k589s7n9sqhnIYoFCFX5juFsXI79GhcYiJrITNP0l/s640/blogger-image-749714941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnhsonJ_gkeoZO_POn1T3AlNl5dS0pmk4MchGK6qqc6vD0o2O54hX9fMql_1CoRkY9c5mwV-UEeFFNlDb_6CwhaCtsOyHHJlb9nb3k589s7n9sqhnIYoFCFX5juFsXI79GhcYiJrITNP0l/s640/blogger-image-749714941.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div></div></div><div>I swear they flock to him just like kids do. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-55773736071597967852016-07-05T20:05:00.001-06:002016-07-05T20:05:28.473-06:00Phil-ing Sick<span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">This weekend when Justin and I returned from our mini vacation I awoke the following morning feeling a bit under the weather. This was slightly annoying but nothing I couldn't deal with. </span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">As the day wore on I developed a strange ringing in my one good ear. Seeing (or hearing) as how I am completely deaf in one ear I tend to go slightly bat-shit when anything happens to my other ear. I'm a little tempted to walk around with a single ear muff or a one sided Princess Leia hair as a preventative measure. I have a funny feeling the lady at work who tells me to brush my hair more would not be able to stand either one of these fashion statements. Huh. That kind of makes me want to do them more. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">In all seriousness I grew increasingly more worried as the seconds of ringing turned to minutes, and the minutes turned to hours. Justin kept talking to me since after all we are in a relationship and we communicate. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Justin: "What do you feel like for lunch, Phil?" </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Me: (huh weird I wonder why he is calling me Phil) "uhhh whatever you feel like. Cake maybe? </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Justin: "Do you want to go to Primary Health? I'll do whatever you want to do, Phil."</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Me: (did he make up a joke and I totally don't remember? Why does he keep calling me Phil? I'll just ignore it) "yeah sure I feel like maybe my hearing isn't as good as it normally is. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Justin: "okay well we can go, Phil."</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Me: (wtf enough with the Phil)</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Like ten more conversations transpired where Justin called me Phil since we wound up going to Hastings to look at Harry Potter stuff before the doctor (priorities). Finally we got all checked in and Justin was reading a sports magazine and discussing the articles. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Justin; " oho North Carolina; oh wait I don't want to read about how they lost, Phil."</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Me: "okay why do you keep calling me Phil?"</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Justin: "what?"</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Me: "I'm not Phil why are you calling me that?"</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Then he started dying laughing and making fun of me. Apparently he wasn't calling me Phil. I'm not sure what the fuck it was he was saying all those times but he mumbles so it is totally his fault. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">When the doctor came in I was quick to explain the dire nature of my ailment. Including everything about Phil. The doctor was not impressed and I'm pretty sure he thought Justin was fucking with me. And I still wonder if he was. Except he swears up and down he wasn't. I kind of trust him with every ounce of my being since he is my better half. Or maybe Phil is. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883742664382574044.post-79139056672444882562016-07-04T22:15:00.001-06:002016-07-04T22:15:52.613-06:00Happy Independence DayMy mini sabbatical (preparation for Justin and my quick getaway and taking our mini trip) is over. Funny how sometimes I find that I over prepare for things; I suppose that is the anxiety. Which by the way is a cruel bitch. <div><br></div><div>This weekend Justin and I stole away to see a good friend of ours. Or rather a couple of good friends and their baby who is pretty much one of the most adorable babies on the planet even without my bias. We took some pretty photos but there are a couple hundred so I'll share a few of my favorites. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi15qVhEhhjYK-6k3oS2x9EuRYokoGVa-vWqzer8OmoxTiEw9U7HvrqND405cJbKJF_aYBSKiYg3Yy1mz-ZfATcz_y-LEYqNE2XaW6MBIWAsTtR_PEjJbBlLvwfS5nxRNk7oVgy-XoC8UNk/s640/blogger-image-1214953775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi15qVhEhhjYK-6k3oS2x9EuRYokoGVa-vWqzer8OmoxTiEw9U7HvrqND405cJbKJF_aYBSKiYg3Yy1mz-ZfATcz_y-LEYqNE2XaW6MBIWAsTtR_PEjJbBlLvwfS5nxRNk7oVgy-XoC8UNk/s640/blogger-image-1214953775.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lake Cleavland (my phone totally tried to autocorrect that to cleavage... Perv)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi15qVhEhhjYK-6k3oS2x9EuRYokoGVa-vWqzer8OmoxTiEw9U7HvrqND405cJbKJF_aYBSKiYg3Yy1mz-ZfATcz_y-LEYqNE2XaW6MBIWAsTtR_PEjJbBlLvwfS5nxRNk7oVgy-XoC8UNk/s640/blogger-image-1214953775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNhBpl7uUrbF_LNXpbTdXcd9ABzAbYHeMSfPMi4rWaeCOSblSmcGZ0OjbTRldBo9i1z1Ui2qf5YSg2OfzjYfpN0dkwXP-0EInvIfgCsluQeSq7hTW5FOGapl8PzQImPr4YJMx_8a1T2Vuk/s640/blogger-image-827904078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNhBpl7uUrbF_LNXpbTdXcd9ABzAbYHeMSfPMi4rWaeCOSblSmcGZ0OjbTRldBo9i1z1Ui2qf5YSg2OfzjYfpN0dkwXP-0EInvIfgCsluQeSq7hTW5FOGapl8PzQImPr4YJMx_8a1T2Vuk/s640/blogger-image-827904078.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNhBpl7uUrbF_LNXpbTdXcd9ABzAbYHeMSfPMi4rWaeCOSblSmcGZ0OjbTRldBo9i1z1Ui2qf5YSg2OfzjYfpN0dkwXP-0EInvIfgCsluQeSq7hTW5FOGapl8PzQImPr4YJMx_8a1T2Vuk/s640/blogger-image-827904078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTU7kVGhMzGBC05lx0yPqVDvv5cPZ07FAkADXWXhnCZ4044xJ9jxzWLZIpBidNkUluL71xNYaiMvX-aTxcgAlWl7QvFVZXBfA_od1BT6y5MEhHmap-REvnco3gWQOlqdEW1Y0gOIu71mBZ/s640/blogger-image-225552478.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTU7kVGhMzGBC05lx0yPqVDvv5cPZ07FAkADXWXhnCZ4044xJ9jxzWLZIpBidNkUluL71xNYaiMvX-aTxcgAlWl7QvFVZXBfA_od1BT6y5MEhHmap-REvnco3gWQOlqdEW1Y0gOIu71mBZ/s640/blogger-image-225552478.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Take a peek in the lower right hand corner. 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May you find independence from the toxicity in your life. May you finally be free in whatever way that means to you. </span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548535858435297935noreply@blogger.com0