grumpy old woman

i thought of a form of torture last night.

1. have someone sleep in a very hot bedroom. top floor of the house, no ac, just one window to open. (make sure said room faces the street outside.)
2. release stupid, white, drunk, immature, disrespectful college kids into the street outside. wait for the yelling to commence. (best if person in hot room has just drifted off to sleep when the yelling starts.)
3. allow it to continue for an extended period of time.
4. watch as sleep becomes impossible.

i couldn't have thought this one up on my own - you have to experience it to believe it.

why is it more hot inside my house than outside? this may motivate me to spend a lot more time outside.

minus the army of mosquitoes unleashing its fury after a very wet spring.

ok. now that i got that off of my chest, i would like to say that i am glad to finally be on the last leg of my journey since unemployment. in a few weeks, i won't have another move hanging over my head. i won't live out of a suitcase. i might even have a bed! i won't be a sub-leaser any more. some stability will be nice.

i will, however, be 'that' girl - the one looking for a job. or at least some sort of odd jobs to piece together. anything to pay the bills. and no, hypothetical employer - just because i have a lip piercing does not mean you should discriminate against me or think that i am a bad worker. i just don't understand that philosophy at all.

looking forward to living back in that sleepy town.
serving a church.
living with a dear friend and hopefully making a few more.
not throwing my money down a landlord's drain.
and eating at pita pit - whenever i want.

it's gonna be good.

if i was something found in a household, it would probably be a lazy susan.

Well, it took me a while. A long while. But after almost two months of being unemployed, I think I am finally reaching the point of 'I do not want to live out of a suitcase any more.' And also, 'I want to stay in one place for a while.' (aka longer than a few weeks here and there). I might even be ready to look for a job again. And even contemplate the option of GOING BACK TO SCHOOL. Sick. But good. Stay tuned for more on that matter.

On the other hand, my current lifestyle is wonderfully conducive to a day of recovery from all the travel. I feel embarassed even admitting this, but here is what today looked like:

11:00 am - woke up.
12:30 pm - went back to bed.
3:30 pm - woke up. Had lunch.
4:00 pm - watched 'The O.C.' and talked to sweet Tory.
5:00 pm - fed the dogs. Uploaded FAILs to Facebook. Drank coffee.
6:30 pm - talked to sweet Megan.

and now, here I am. Still unshowered, starting to feel somewhat awake, and doing laundry. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel guilty for having a day like this. But then again, what else would I be doing? Ok. Showering might be one option.

Anyway, I am looking forward to having some sort of settled feeling in a month or so. To be challenged. And molded. And invested in something worthwhile.

That's all really.

For now, I am hanging out with my doggies. It brings an amazing amount of contentment.

tourist

as we walk down the street in juneau alaska, a woman pops out from an alley way, beckoning for the man standing behind her to come forward.

'see? i told you. white. WHITE.'

all while pointing at my legs.

uh...lookin's for free. touchin's gonna cost you.

i looked like an eskimo when i was born...

This week. The cruise is finally here.

The best vacation I never earned.

The goods:

I will practice my picture taking.
I will always look for whales.
I will have a drink for the first time with my baby sister.
I will enjoy my family.
I will finally get to see a place I have always wanted to go.
I will dress up - at least, dress up in a manner that suits me.

The bads:

I will miss my puppy. If you don't think it sounds too silly, say a little prayer for Gabe and me both. We're not used to being apart. There could be tears tomorrow morning. I will feel guilty every single day I am gone. He will act forlorn every single day I am gone. All I ask is that he's still here, waiting for me when I get back.