Mornings

In anticipation of my day off, I began picturing myself lying out by the pool, East of Eden in my hands and a beer by my side. Alas. I woke up to a sky that looked like it was about to burst at the seams with rain. Drat. The next ten minutes were spent between a rock and a hard place, desperately wanting coffee and knowing my only coffee cup was out in the car. "just do it!" I told myself, which was followed not by the sound of a pit pat, but a downpour.

I adjusted my perception of the day from sunny sunbathing to something more cozy involving some sort of hot drink. "I'll make eggs," I thought. Ten minutes later I am yanking the oven away from the wall with all my might (which isn't much might, mind you) to retrieve the egg yolk that was collecting into a pool on the tile. Honestly, only I could line the mixing bowl right on the line between counter and stove, crack the egg with too much might (ironic eh?) and have it slide, not into the bowl, but down its side, vamoosing right into the crack.

However, I must say that with a little help from Booker T and thr M G's "green onions," (the song from the sandlot bike stad off scene) I am in a fantastic mood. I anticipate a day of something rewarding, like sitting in a Starbucks with coffee someone else made, attempting to draw but mostly people watching. Or reading East of Eden in a more local coffee shop I am determined to find. And Daylight Donuts doesnt count, google maps. cup was out in the car. "just do it!" I told myself, which was followed not by the sound of a pit pat, but a downpour.

I adjusted my perception of the day from sunny sunbathing to something more cozy involving some sort of hot drink. "I'll make eggs," I thought. Ten minutes later I am yanking the oven away from the wall with all my might (which isn't much might, mind you) to retrieve the egg yolk that was collecting into a pool on the tile. Honestly, only I could line the mixing bowl right on the line between counter and stove, crack the egg with too much might (ironic eh?) and have it slide, not into the bowl, but down its side, vamoosing right into the crack.

However, I must say that with a little help from Booker T and thr M G's "green onions," (the song from the sandlot bike stad off scene) I am in a fantastic mood. I anticipate a day of something rewarding, like sitting in a Starbucks with coffee someone else made, attempting to draw but mostly people watching. Or reading East of Eden in a more local coffee shop I am determined to find. And Daylight Donuts doesnt count, google maps.

Little Bits

I'm not happy with my blog right now. Apparently, it hasn't found the fact that all the people I have been following have been updating their blogs important enough to mention over the past month. I have a lot of catching up to do. Furthermore, it has taken to decorating itself. I don't know why it though it was ok the put the first paragraph of my last post in an illegible robin egg blue. At least it knows which colors are trendy and which are not.

On the other hand, it's been a wonderful day. I have rediscovered vanilla wafers, applied for a new job, realized I am not alone in the void, and enjoyed fresh lavender scented towels.

Revelation for the day:

Now is the time to travel. I am not letting myself forget this. With very little to save up for and school, children, or real job, the time is now.

Meanwhile it sounds like there is a pigeon in the air conditioner closet. I'll have to get back to you.

I like my apartment. It is teeny tiny and super old, but I like it. Today at the bank, the lady behind the desk asked me my address. When I told her Champions Pines, a smile took to her face. "that was my first apartment. It was only 500 square feet," exactly the one I've got now, "but it was mine." And I have to say, I know her exact feeling. This place is so small, but it's MINE. What a cool feeling. There are little things to get used to.

• Shut the fridge twice. It sneaks back open the first time.
• There is absolutely no way to make the balcony lock other than the metal stick that wedges between it and the wall.
• If you want to be able to access book case, close closet door.
• Air conditioner makes the sliding door blinds do a constant tap tap tap. No one is trying to kill you.
• Oven top spits out about twice the heat you select, and no one likes burnt spaghettios.
• Remember that just because you can afford beer doesn't mean you can forget I buy water...

But all the small things that I have to deal with are exactly that. Things for me, and me alone, to handle, because it's mine. So as I sit in my kitchen/living room, listening to the prince of Egypt soundtrack and cooking beef stew till Andrew comes over for dinner, life is good. Very very good.

And speaking of, go watch batman. It wa awesome, so just do it. Ok? Ok.

Breaking Bad

Breaking

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Seeing as this has consumed the last three weeks of my life, I guess it's about time I blogged about it. This show is brilliant; dark, heart wrenching, envelope pushing, but brilliant. The actors are spectacular. Front and center stage is Bryan Cranston, who you might recognize as Hal, the dad from Malcom in the Middle. I used to watch this show a good bit when it first came out, and I forgot just how funny Cranston was. Meet Hal, the slightly neurotic father of three boys.

Today, meet Walter White, quiet chemistry teacher turned slightly neurotic in what might be one of the greatest series to date.

Season 5 came out yesterday and I've only got one episode left on season four before I tune in. If you can handle a wee bit of law breaking and need a great show, here it is.

Ps. If you ever get bored, just look up clips of Hal. He just can't not be funny.

Erl Change

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As week three of being on my own in adult land ensues, I responsibly checked the little sticker on my dusty windshield to see when I needed my next oil change. Icaramba, I was 300 miles late. So, seeing as I have no Dad or Pops to run my rickety car to, I began googling the best place to get an oil change. And what do I find out? Most cars don't actually need one until about 5,000 miles. And if you look in any car manual made after 1980, it will tell you just that, clear as day in big black print. I'm definitely going to dig up Will Shat'"s manual and thumb through to double check. However, this 5,000 mile marker kept popping up all over google, so I thought I'd share.

Coffee

Sitting in my car, waiting for work to start. Exhausted, close dont fit, no make up on. However, there was a cup of Starbucks in my hand, which quickly became a cup of Starbucks all over my face. Reading animal farm, I absentmindedly set the cup down on the dash. Not quite far enough, however. As it began sliding to the doom that was my floorboards, I reached out and snatched it from the air! Only to send the momentum of the fall into the coffee cup, which sloshed liquid out of the drinking hole, into my eyes, hair, jacket, and dress pants. It's going to be a fun day.

Simon and G Unit

This song makes my heart sing. Give it a listen if you never have; or, if you have, be rekindled.

Adieu dear readers, I'm off to a glorious soft ball game, with a man who wears the *right* shade of green.

Georgia

I'm sitting on my bed in Augusta, Georgia. I guess with all the craziness that's been going on all I've had time to do is post nifty pictures with one liners beneath them.

But the big picture is that I have FINALLY made the move to Georgia. After two months and sixty online applications, two trips from here to B.R. in hopes of finding a job, lots of cardboard boxes and one barely capable car, I have made it. Here, to this town, full of hills and buildings that peep through thickets of trees instead of endless streams of power lines.

So far it has been the simple things that I have loved the most. Going to Andrew's softball game after work, watching Breaking Bad with him, taking my lunch breaks at the Barnes and Noble across from work, trying (and failing miserably) to cook a roast. Learning to throw darts, putting a few holes in Andres wall, walking around downtown, talking to locals about the cool holes in the wall to try out. Going to Lauren and Chases wedding, the look on her face when she stood up out of the car and waved her bouquet as they pulled away. Andrew's friend, Evan, buying The Most Interesting Man in the World's doppelganger a Dos Equis accompanied with a high five at a bar downtown. A much needed catch up with Kelsea. And Batman comes out in a week. There are many things to be thankful for.

Oh, and this video. One of Garrett's high school buddies got married this weekend, and here's a little something they prepared for the bride. The groom is the one with the shades, Garrett is the one in the back with the green hat :D

Forrest vs. Kelly

Yesterday, an umpire wouldn't let Andrew play baseball because his jersey wasn't the right shade of green. You know, men aren't all that different from women.