Miles to go

On Thursday I head to Boise to hang out with Tristin and attend a conference. From there I'm driving to Salt Lake for a day and then dashing (via plane) to DC for a couple of weeks. The trip is somewhat unexpected but not totally unwelcome. I have only one major complication and his name is Chum. He's a German Shepherd-X who came to me as a rescue. And, not surprisingly, I love him. He's been bounced around lots in his life and I need to find him a forever home. Before I leave. On Thursday.

People who need a dog, please call me!

Also, on my way home this weekend my car turned 150,000 miles! For those of you who don't know the story of my car, my Great-Grandfather bought it new in 1993. From there it was given to my Grandmother who passed it on to my Parents who sold it to me. So in 15 year, four generations of my family have owned that car. It's full of memories of all types and I love to think about my family when I drive.

Anyway, I could sit here and blog or I could go finish laundry. And find the kennel (Duke is going with me). And pack. Or I could just sit here and cry because I have way too much to do.

Fore!

Anne is a photographer I enjoy. Today she posted a photo with a link to a blog I now enjoy called Take Out Photo. There's some type of contest (though I have no idea about specifics) this month involving foreground and photos. When I think of foreground I often think of a photo I took while snuggling Mason before Tristin snatched my godson away from me with the whole "I'm his Mother. He has to relocate with me." logic. I see holes there but I gave in.

Hope you enjoy the photo!

"We could attack the Mayor with hummus."

Sometimes I do things that make no sense at all. For instance, today while I was studying I decided to stay in bed all day and watch re-runs of Buffy the Vampire Slayer while trying to learn more about Davis-Bacon wages.

Good lord, someone find me a life. Even a discount one!

Today

10am: Create art with children, transport children to people on the other end of the spectrum, play along to their singing and gesticulations, transport to parents

1pm: Shop for ice cream and toppings and such

3pm: Linner with friends

5pm: Set up Single Adults Activity

5:30pm: Socialize with sugar and toppings and such

7pm: Watch Stake production of Jesus' life. Attempt not to mock more loudly than the two seat barrier.

9pm: Do away with any vestiges of spiritual growth at a house party

12am: Crawl into bed thinking "Why do I even socialize? This is too much!" glowing from the day.

There are lots of jokes about sheep in Montana.

But we're nowhere near this...

Trips. But without acid.

I'm dying to get out of Dodge this month. I have a trip planned for April--Boise, under the guise of something educational but really to see Tristin and my Godson--but I haven't left the state in March. And it's time.

I was talking to myself over the last couple of days and I've decided that I need to see Alaska. I keep wanting to live there for no sane reason and I think it's time to debunk my desire. I'm planning on doing this by driving from Missoula to Anchorage (because Prudhoe Bay is just too damn far and I'll hit the Arctic Circle in Norway later in life) and back.

Now all I need is someone to split gas costs with.

Takers? Come now, you know you wanna!

In defense of my couch...

Ok. That's unrelated. But it was a funny conversational snippet. Kind of like, "Someone stab my frog!"

Did you know that when you're single, sometimes you can take the *entire* day to clean your house? Really. That's what I'm doing today. I'm listening to The Office and Buffy the Vampire Slayer while hanging out my windows to get the perfect spring sheen.

Later, I may get really, really crazy and scrub down the shower.

Can you hear my internal 'yippee?'