And so here we are again.

Okay so I've made it back from California. Broken and confused as ever. I find myself these days wanting to find a hole to crawl in and hide. The constant feeling that people that I care about are judging me. Or that their comments about everybody's bad behavior, are actually disguised comments about myself. I just want to run away.

The hunt continues

Holy f***balls, batman. I have been at this birthday hunt thing for damn near two months now. I have also been on the mission to make a dollar out of fifteen cents. My kitchen table is somewhere under a pile of birthday ideas, coupons, birthday gifts, too many magazines, and clippings of ideas for the yurt. Today Mike is going to Portland for more thumb stuff. He is also on a mission for the ever elusive "it" present. Hopefully he comes home successful. If not, I will be sending a box of "almost 'it' presents", and posting a painfully long blog whining about the greatest birthday idea I've ever had... and then crashing and burning. At which point I will also be saying the age old classic, "It's the thought that counts, right?" Of course I know it's the thought that counts really, but I would really like this particular thought to make it to fruition. Off I go now, back to the chase!

Sluggish in the Snow

The snow started to fall again yesterday. A collective sigh was heard all over Kalama. Except for in my home. I love the snow. Watching it fall soothes me. It's also good for keeping random people from knocking on my door. I know what your thinking, how many random people could come a calling? Especially if you've ever been here. Our inept FedEx driver seems to get lost every time anyway. But that is besides the point. It's snowing again, and this time I am almost completely prepared. So as I watched it fall yesterday, I said a silent prayer that it wouldn't stick until this evening. Because of course the day after it started to snow, is the day that we were planning our trip to stock up on the groceries. The ground is still clear as of this moment, and hopefully he gets out the door and back with a quickness because it's about to get coooolllllddddddd. Damn it, I wish I had some Wassail.