Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
last one, i swear
I didn't have internet this morning so this is being copied and posted.
This morning I have yet another experience to share. I fell asleep at 10:30 last night after barely starting the movie "Taken." I woke up in the mood for a movie with nothing to eat. The only cereal option: Puffs. Gross. No bread, no normal oatmeal, had eggs yesterday, too lazy to make pancakes.
Apple pie with homemade ice cream? I'm in. On the couch in my pajamas? Check. Just did it, awesome and delicious.
This morning I have yet another experience to share. I fell asleep at 10:30 last night after barely starting the movie "Taken." I woke up in the mood for a movie with nothing to eat. The only cereal option: Puffs. Gross. No bread, no normal oatmeal, had eggs yesterday, too lazy to make pancakes.
Apple pie with homemade ice cream? I'm in. On the couch in my pajamas? Check. Just did it, awesome and delicious.
Monday, September 14, 2009
morning three
As I grabbed my computer this morning I realize I have started a trend. I promise it won't go on forever but here I am on morning number three. This morning I have tidied up the house, done a load of laundry, walked to the local coffee shop to use my full punch card, and freshened up in the bathroom.
Yesterday my bf joined me at the lake, he got here around midnight last night...that is a LONG time to wait! This morning I promised I would let him sleep in. Of course after I exhausted the long list of things to do mentioned above I couldn't wait any longer.
I have now come into his room for a good morning kiss. I propped up a pillow and whipped out a book and computer. He has rolled over and is out like a log while I sit on his bed next to him writing in my blog. Good quality time. At least we are both happy; I get to hang out with my boyfriend and he gets to catch up on some sleep. Love it.
Yesterday my bf joined me at the lake, he got here around midnight last night...that is a LONG time to wait! This morning I promised I would let him sleep in. Of course after I exhausted the long list of things to do mentioned above I couldn't wait any longer.
I have now come into his room for a good morning kiss. I propped up a pillow and whipped out a book and computer. He has rolled over and is out like a log while I sit on his bed next to him writing in my blog. Good quality time. At least we are both happy; I get to hang out with my boyfriend and he gets to catch up on some sleep. Love it.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
the lake
The lake. Just this past week I realized how I refer to "the lake" in everyday conversation, assuming that everyone else in the world knows that "the lake" is referring to my parent's house on Clear Lake.
I am here today, again sipping some steamy black coffee and am experiencing a view. There are no waves crashing against the shore this morning, just a lake of glass and a stillness that I have not experienced since my early days in California.
The lake is one of my favorite places on earth. There are times when the walls are bursting with people, all four of our water-mobiles are so full they are practically sinking, and not a place in one of our 30 outdoor chairs can be found. The lake has hosted uncountable reunions, celebrations, and get-togethers over the years. More memories have been made here than any other home that I've had.
Eventually the masses go home and we are left. Usually my mom, do put the house back together and sometimes a few more of us to help. Then on some rare occasions its just me. Me and the lake. I feel like I am sitting in the eye of a storm, taking in a stillness and beauty while everything else continues to rush around me.
I am here today, again sipping some steamy black coffee and am experiencing a view. There are no waves crashing against the shore this morning, just a lake of glass and a stillness that I have not experienced since my early days in California.
The lake is one of my favorite places on earth. There are times when the walls are bursting with people, all four of our water-mobiles are so full they are practically sinking, and not a place in one of our 30 outdoor chairs can be found. The lake has hosted uncountable reunions, celebrations, and get-togethers over the years. More memories have been made here than any other home that I've had.
Eventually the masses go home and we are left. Usually my mom, do put the house back together and sometimes a few more of us to help. Then on some rare occasions its just me. Me and the lake. I feel like I am sitting in the eye of a storm, taking in a stillness and beauty while everything else continues to rush around me.
Friday, September 11, 2009
school street
It has been a while since I have written anything but more things have going on than I could possibly catch up on. Lets just say i am now living in St Paul after some world travels.
We have a screened in porch facing street side to our adorable little street. This morning as I "job search" I listen to kids run south towards school. Their ungraceful backpack-run reminds me of my childhood, running down School Street to avoid another tardy.
This morning I feel a little envious of these kids. I can faintly recall what it feels like to not have a care in the world. These kids don't even have to pick out their own clothes as they all match in their uniforms. I am not complaining, it was only a few months ago I got to re-experience this life in sunny California...but now its back to the present. The present where insane bills come out of nowhere, where every reliance on a company later requires a phone call to fix things, where cars break down and where I have to buy my own food and bedding.
Yesterday marked a near mental breakdown but now its over. I can so do this. I have done it before. And as my mother always says, "Somehow you always manage to get by." Thanks Mom, today that is exactly what I needed to hear.
We have a screened in porch facing street side to our adorable little street. This morning as I "job search" I listen to kids run south towards school. Their ungraceful backpack-run reminds me of my childhood, running down School Street to avoid another tardy.
This morning I feel a little envious of these kids. I can faintly recall what it feels like to not have a care in the world. These kids don't even have to pick out their own clothes as they all match in their uniforms. I am not complaining, it was only a few months ago I got to re-experience this life in sunny California...but now its back to the present. The present where insane bills come out of nowhere, where every reliance on a company later requires a phone call to fix things, where cars break down and where I have to buy my own food and bedding.
Yesterday marked a near mental breakdown but now its over. I can so do this. I have done it before. And as my mother always says, "Somehow you always manage to get by." Thanks Mom, today that is exactly what I needed to hear.
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