Inspiration: Yes I Can

Ryan has inspired me.
I am not resistant to change.
I am desperate for motivation.
I have moved DBS3 in an overnight- fly- by- the- seat- of- your- pants kind of transtionarialistic demonstration.
For the time being, until I have the time to really get the redirect done, You can find DBS³ over here... at

thedbs3.wordpress.com

I'm a follower.
And Ryan, being my Blogfather, I must follow him and his lead.
Fare Thee Well, Blogger.
Fare Thee Well.

The Universe Makes Much More Sense

Today while I was at school, I thought of a good blog. This matters because, as you can very well see, I've no time to blog these days. I'm only doing it now because Ezra is cleaning the kitchen and sometimes that's a hard thing to help with.... No... seriously... Its hard to clean someones kitchen along with them. Doing individual tasks together works... like... I'll wash, you dry and put away. But just... just going to it... that doesn't work.

So here I sit.... alone in his room listening to J. Tillman and allowing him to break my heart in a beautiful kind of way that makes me the happiest little nubbin in the world. Trying to remember the blog I had. But alas, as you could have probably guessed, I can't remember it.

Last weekend we ventured to Heaven on Earth Powell's and I was trying to decide on whether or not I should get a new Braughtigan book or a nerdy anthropology book. E told me that I decided I should get (yeah... you read that correctly. He's really demanding and overbearing like that *shakes head 'no'*) the nerdy anthropology book, so I did. The Long Summer: How Climate Changed Civilization. I mean c'mon. Are you really surprised. I haven't had a lot of time to read it too far into it yet, but its soooo good. Very rarely do you find a book like this by an author who can actually write. First few sentences?

A wind of Force 9 is a strong gale and it makes a sailboat's rigging shriek unrelentingly. I huddled in the shelter of the cabin house, bracing my feet against the cockpit seat, safety line securely fastened. We lay hove-to in the Bay of Biscay under heavily reefed mainsail and a tiny storm jib, and had been so for twenty-four hours, our small boat rising and falling effortlessly in the mountainous swells.

(I have since changed my music and am now listening to Portugal The Man, if you'd like to follow along). Mr Brian Fagan has turned a seemingly drab topic (that I think is completely interesting and I wish I could be unemployed so that I could just read all day) into totally interesting and wonderful and if I could, I would put it in a juicer, add some more fruits for... you know.... consistency and a little bit of flavor, and I would drink his sweet sweet juice for breakfast.
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wait.
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yeah. no. that's what I mean.

Let The Good Times Roll

Well kids: There she is. That's my board. We went browsing on Sunday (ps: Sundays are the new Saturdays which were, for a short while, the New Sunday) and I saw it in person. I've been meditating on its online pic for a while and... seeing it in person? Love at First Real Sight. I'm actually doing my taxes tonight so that we can get our boards quite soon.
Quite soon indeed.
Then, we'll strap on our cool bags, hit up Zoops or TJs for some snacks and lunch, and then board to a park somewhere, make out, grub, make out a little more, read some books, make out, and then board home.
Gad, its going to be a good summer.

My First Time

Can you believe that I've never had fresh mango before? Well its true. Well, it was true until earlier this morning. I had my last shift at the salon (since I have a full time job, I'm not really available to cover shifts that pay me less) and the owner had 2 mangoes on the counter and asked me to cut them up for her so she could eat them throughout the day.

In my head, I said "Bitch... you are not paying me to be your chef. Cut them up yourself." But I'm a good kid so I didn't say that. I just did it.

And then I ate some of it.

And it was good.

And I don't say that in review of the flavor of the mango. That is actually a *nod* to biblical type crap.

Cause it was that good.

I may go buy a mango on my way home.

and please know that tomorrow, we are going to look at boards. I'm redonkulously excited about this.

... I Was Just Watching Cops....

Remember that time I said I was going to learn how to longboard and then I never did?

Well. I'm telling you again only this time, I've someone to back it up with. E and I were looking at longboards over the weekend.... and I think it may happen this time.

I even found the deck that I want.... its very Audrey Kawasaki (even though its not) and.... I'm diggin it.

Something I'm not digging: waiting until 10:00 to do laundry.

I'm tired and I want to go to bed, but I can't because my clothes are in the dryer.

Vacation: Had To Get Away

I'm always game for good titles. The title to the page where I got that pic of the buffalo and the Tetons? Well.... the pic was taken by one Tom Bishop. His page name: Sonuvabish.com. Brilliant.

Not sure if you've been keeping up, but last week sucked. Balls. Ooohh.... Last Week made it so dry for me.... like a desert in Last Week's mouth. Last Week even did that horrible hand thing. It was the opposite of what is good. Like a mouth full of sand.

By Friday afternoon, I was ready for a break. So I took one. I didn't go to school and I came home, took a bath, and watched Wizard Of Oz. Its amazing how that movie actually cheers me up. I danced and sang with the Scarecrow (aww... remember Diddy/ Dawson? He was a Scarecrow once...) and I was then a little better. I still needed a vacation though.

At some point in the week, I had told Ezra that I really wish I had time for yoga cause I think it would really help me relax right now. But alas, I haven't time for anything these days. That night, Tabitha sent me-- without her knowing that I wished that I had time for yoga, a yoga video from a group that does their thing in Jackson. Tetons.

The next morning, Ezra and I had breakfast and on my way in downtown, I got stuck behind a Subaru with a Wyoming bumper sticker. They also had a little Yellowstone sticker. And Teton County, Idaho plates. Those Teton County-ans don't make it up here to Portland all that often.
But that day, I saw 4 separate Teton County license plates. Seriously.

"Those are quite a few signs..." Ezra pointed out. "What are you going to do?"
"Absolutely nothing. I can't do anything about it. No money and no time for a vacation. It really sucks."
So instead, we walked around, watched movies, napped, did all the things that one can do to make it a fake vacation weekend.

and it was good.

Week. From. Hell.

And that week has been packed into a tight little package of just 2 days.

I don't know if you remember, but I've been having trouble with the truck. It won't start. A few months back, I left the interior light on and so I figured it was the battery that I haven't changed in roughly ever. I've had the truck for 5 years and I've never changed the battery. Makes sense. Though it was having trouble starting, it was still starting.
Until Tuesday night.

Tuesday night after school, Lee and I were sitting there and we had to get a jump because it just wouldn't start. It would click but nothing more. Nothing more, nothing less. Thankfully, Ezra lives at the top of a hill so I got to demonstrate my kick ass push start skills. I wasn't entirely sure how I was going to get the truck started after work, but I knew that I prolly wouldn't be able to wait until the weekend to get that battery that I had planned for Saturday after school.
Oh.
Wait.
I have $5 to my name that has to go in my gas tank so I can get to work.
Mike bailed me out by going above and beyond my joke of "You could fix my day if you had a battery lying around your office."
The bastard bought my battery so I could go pick it up after work.
Here's where it gets exciting.

I knew the truck wouldn't start after work, but I tried anyways. I went back and got a co-worker to give me a jump. I've always been nervous about doing jumper cables on my own and I typically get jumped by guys (waaah wahhh) so I've never actually had to do it. But seriously? How hard/ dangerous could it be? Black goes to black and red goes to red, right?
I put the clampy things on my battery.
I clamped the clampy thing on the red terminal.
I clamped the clampy thing on the black terminal.
SPARKS!
Now.... I've seen sparks on jumps before. So, naturally, I manned up and shoved that puppy on there.
SMOKE! FLAMES! SPARKS! MORE FLAMES! MORE SMOKE!
I started jumping around in the middle of Ankeny: "ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod! why is it smoking!!!!!"
I ran down the block to a guy who was getting out of his truck.
"I'm sorry.... I can see that you're busy," his hands were fully of grocery bags. "But my friend and I are trying to get my truck jumped and we're having some trouble.... could you by any chance give us a hand?"
He agreed.
While we were waiting for him, Jessica and I stood and waited. I knew that if we got one of the cables off, we would be fine. I also knew that we were dealing with electricity.
Don't Touch Electricity. It Burns Like Fuck.
So what did I do? I grabbed a hemp wedge heel from my back seat. Threw it at the cables.
That's right. I threw a heel at a flaming jumper cable. You know what it did? It started sparking and caught on fire.
Shit.
So he comes up and looks at the cables very quietly and very... slowly.
He inspected the scene. He very patiently walked to my cables, unlatched one.
Unlatched the other.
Took them off Jessica's car.

I put my jumper cables on wrong. The totally independent girl who changes her own oil and doesn't need anyone, put her jumper cables on wrong and then tried to throw a marijuana wedge heel at them.

So because of this, it took longer than expected to get my truck started. I had to be to Napa 5 blocks away by 6:00. It was very nearly 6 by the time it was started. So I hauled down to Morrison (or where I thought Morrison should be)(turns out I knew where it was) and got to Napa at 5:50.
With no tools.
I had to go to Mike's cause he had tools. He bailed me out YET AGAIN by being All Man Status and changing the battery for me while I talked to his Smit (that's Rose)(cause he's Smitten? Get it?). We celebrated with Scott Pilgrim comics (it came out yesterday)(FOIL COVER!) and "Ice Cream".

With new battery attached, I felt pretty good.
That was short lived because when I went home to get my things to stay at E's tonight, the truck wouldn't start.
Turns out it wasn't the battery.
Next step: alternator.
Shit.

Today, I got paid. I've been prepared to pay my rent (finally), get gas, and pay the $75 required to get me fingerprinted because I HAVE to do it tomorrow so it can be to Salem by the 11th or I lose my job.
That's right.
I lose my job.
So, perhaps I figured wrong, but 80 hours plus a tiny insignificant amount of time and a half overtime multiplied by the $10 an hour that I make means that before taxes, I've got $800. I bumped that down so I should get about $700 after them therr taxes.
Nope. Wrong again.
They took out almost $200. I BARELY got what I need for rent.
Suck.
Suck so very very hard.
Thankfully, E gets paid tomorrow and he's going to loan me the money to keep my job, I work on Balentimes day so I'll get a bit of cash, and then I get paid for real again on the 20th.
Gad, why can't it all just end.
I mean... seriously. I have a job that I love, I'm hopelessly in love and twitterpated with Ezra, and I'm out of the classroom and strictly doing appointments at school. Life should be good, right?
Instead, I'm here in my sweats drinking tea blogging on Ezra's computer listening to Live Bjork while he's in the living room with Anders and his Special Lady.
*sigh*
This is my life.