Saturday, December 31, 2011

Ding ding ding bonk! 2012 edition

Predictions for 2012:

- voting numbers will reach an all time high for the us presidential election.
- Katy Perry will fall into a wild streak substance abuse rampage after her divorce with Russel brand is finalized.  She will also release her highest grossing album to date and her first hot single from the new album will be a hate song about Russell.
- a destructive hurricane will hit Florida causing millions of dollars in damages
-Lindsey lohan will be involved in a near fatal car crash that will result in her choosing to take control of her substance abuse problems.
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Ding! Ding! Bonk! 2011 Wrap Up

Every New Years, Jesse and I have a tradition of listening to Coast To Coast AM's New Years Prediction show. In honor of that, last year I compiled my own list of predictions. Here's the follow up:

DING DING DING!
- There will be a mass meat recall due to some form of tainted beef.









DING DING DING!
- There will be a big fire in the central valleys of California.




DING DING DING!
- A new species of dinosaur will be discovered Utah.

BONK!
Well, while there WAS a new species of bird discovered, it wasn't in the Amazon, but surprisingly in the US. This is the first in over 37 years apparently. However, there was a new species of primate found in the Amazon.
- A new species of bird will be discovered in the Amazon.


BONK!
Well, there was a pretty devastating earthquake in India this year, but I can't find any info pertaining to outbreaks of diseases, looting or rioting, or the US throwing more troops there to civilize things.
- There will be a disasterous earthquake in India and it will be felt throughout many neighboring countries causing a massive outbreak of diseases, looting and rioting and the US will throw more soldiers to Afghanistan to try and stabilize things there.


DING DING DING!
- The economy will start to show signs of recovery (not stabilization yet.)

BONK!
Well, TSA did change a few rules in terms of security check equipment, but it looks like body scanners are here for a while longer.
- TSA is going to become stricter on their regulations on what you can and can't take on planes, however, the full body scanners are going to start to phase out due to costs.


BONK!
There were a few different lawsuits regarding privacy rights and cookies, but it appears there have not been any closed cases yet, but ones that have happened in the past have been thrown out or over ruled because plantiff's can't prove any harm done.
- Facebook will be at the center of a large class action suit over privacy rights (they will win under the pretense people can opt how much information they choose to share on the internet about themselves.)



Looks like any generalized prediction can come true or not. Just like horoscopes, if we look for it, we can find something in nothing. 

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

WINNING!!!

Did a short 3.75 mile tonight. After that, I went to Publix and saw fireworks. Oh yeah! When I was paying, the bag boy was talking to me about zombies. That was fun. I got home and took a shower and followed up by making an unintentionally healthy dinner. I made salmon for me since Jesse and Charlie already ate and found it to be a little on the bland side. I was really hoping for tuna, but they didn't have any tuna steaks. It was still nice to have fish since I haven't had fish in forever and a day. After dinner, Jesse rubbed my feet, which was the best thing ever because my feet were totally having flashback aches from Saturday's run tonight. Anyway, it was a good night. Gonna crash for the evening.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Point of Uncertainty

Today we took my ring in to discuss the issue of another diamond falling out in the 6 months since I've had it. The manager wasn't in to authorize anything, but at this point we were given the options of they could send the ring out for repair (however, according to my insurance plan, my diamond isn't under warranty because I already used my one replacement option already a few months ago when it had the lost diamond after resizing.) Option two was exchange it for a new version of my ring, which, of course, would have to be resized, and even then they can't guarantee that the same thing wouldn't happen again. Finally, option three would be to exchange for something else. I'm not sure what to do at this point. I love my ring tremendously, but I also enjoy wearing it and I can't wear it if every time I turn around, it needs to be gone for a week here or there to get a resize, repair, cleaning, repair, etc. It's like buying a new car that turns out to be a piece of crap and constantly gets recalls and has to go in to get repaired. It's like, what's the point of owning something if you don't get to use it? I'm almost at the point of seeing if they'll just refund me my money and I go somewhere else. I'm kind of fed up and on the verge of throwing my hands up in defeat and saying screw it. I'm not gonna lie, this whole ring fiasco breaks my heart. Ever since the original was lost, trying to replace it with something permanent that won't get lost, destroyed, or break is almost like asking for an act of God. It's jewelery, not rocket science! What gives!?

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Aches, Pains, and Complains

5:20 AM - Wake up. Nose is full of thick yellow brown snot from week long sinus ruckus. Spend the next 10 minutes sitting on the toilet blowing it out, going pee, and spitting run off into the toilet between my legs. Multitasking at it's finest.

5:48 AM - Hop on the computer and look up directions to Shelly's house. Follow up by making coffee. Note to self: put water in coffee maker before turning on.

6:00 AM - Get dressed. Search frantically in the dark for leg warmers. I know I'll find them because I know they feel significantly different from the rest of the stuff in my sock/bra/underwear/tights drawer. OK, maybe not. Mistakenly found various pairs of socks before finding leg warmers.

6:15 AM - Brushing teeth and what not. Still haven't found my black do'rag. Not sure where it is, maybe in a clothing item or hunting gear? Haven't found it in a few weeks and I've been looking for it. Maybe it's time to give up looking for it.

6:50 AM - Finished getting ready. Mix up coffee. I look like a walking ad for H&K. I'm rocking leg warmers. I feel awesome. Today is gonna be a good day.

6:58 AM - Leave house. Google maps tells me it'll take 20 minutes to get to Shelly's house.

7:13 AM - Parking out front from Shelly's. Looks like Google lied. Rummage through car to get stuff situated for the day's run.

7:35 AM - Waiting for someone to show up for run. We should have left 5 minutes ago. She shows up eventually. Start running.

8:00 AM - Where the f are we?

8:15 AM - I hate you hills.

8:20 AM - I really like these houses. OOH! Horses!

8:25 AM - That sounds like a gun shot. If I'm out near these woods all sweaty and hearing guns in this morning cold, I'd rather be hunting. I'm half waiting for a deer to pop out in front of me any minute now.

8:50 AM - Stop. Dogs. They're barking at us. We have to stop or they'll chase us. Or so we're told.

9:00 AM - Halfway point. Surprise brownies. Oh yeah.

10:00 AM - Almost done. Lost our fearless leader, but we keep going. Says a lot about our characters. Oh look! A siren!

10:30 AM - Back at Shelly's house. Fudge and cider up. Good times.

11:00 AM - Log miles. Take a bath. Loaf briefly.

12:00 PM - Get dressed and what not.

12:50 PM - Take Charlie to see the new Chipmunks movie.

2:30 PM - Head home. Feeling guilty for being amused by Chipmunks movie.

3:00 PM - Home. Headache from lack of sugar and caffeine. Feeling pains of run. Achy. Tired. Gotta get ready for church.

3:40 PM - Leaving for church. Charlie is being a butt. Jesse stays home because he has a caffeine headache and is watching TV.

3:52 PM - Get to church. Charlie is asleep. Dammit.

4:00 PM - We're early for church but it's already packed. Charlie and I stand in the back. My knees are seriously killing me now.

4:10 PM - Charlie has to pee. We leave.

4:12 PM - We return. Someone lets me sit down. Thank God!

4:30 PM - Charlie is restless. He starts making a hand gun and shooting at Jesus. I grab his hand mortified before anyone notices and tell him, "NO!"

4:35 PM - Charlie is continuing to be a butt. The childrens' choir is singing Silent Night. Charlie throws up the metal sign. Mortified, again, I put his hand down and say, "NOT HERE!"

4:55 PM - Leave church aching and frustrated my husband and child are heathens, but I love them. Frustrated that even though I'm in pain and tired from being up all day, I still go to church. Charlie, who fell asleep in the car, managed to be OK for the most part at church. Thinking people must think I'm some horrible person because I'm at church by myself with my child who is trying to shoot Jesus and throw up the metal sign. Further proof this child is the devil child. ::facepalm::

5:15 PM - Home. Jesse didn't take out the trash. I hobble down the stairs and to the trash to take out the trash and boxes.

5:30 PM - Hobble back up the stairs.

5:45 PM - Open one present each.

6:12 PM - Done for the night. Finished blogging about my day. Ready to hang up dress, throw on jammies, throw my arms up in defeat and crash. Just gotta add pictures.

6:18 PM - Charlie spilled OJ on the carpet. Why does he have a drink on the carpet? So much for having a clean house for Christmas. So much for the carpets being cleaned. OK, NOW I'M DONE.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Blood, Sweat, Tears, & Lightning

I was lacking one of my 30 minute runs this week due to the fact something on my leg has been hurting again. A few weeks back it was hurting at the start of the 7 miler, but after some ice and rest, it got better. Well, last week during the magic mile, it started to act up again, same spot. I iced it again and did the same treatment I did last time, only this time it's still hurting. It's not anything major, just a dull ache. Anyway, because of that I've been trying to rest it a bit in hopes it'll go away again.

So after I got off work today, I figured I'd go for a quick run before Charlie and Jesse got home because I know if I did it then, I wouldn't get comfortable and not go out. My leg has been feeling better and I thought I'd give it a whirl. I got out and it was unseasonably warm outside so I was in shorts and a singlet and ready to enjoy a nice little run. Not too long after I got out, it started to rain and I thought, "No biggie, this can be nice." I've ran in the rain several times and love it, especially when it's warm outside. It's like nature providing you with a cooling system. What's not to like?

So I'm running along doing my thing, feeling good and then I hear some thunder over my music. I take my earbud out for a second and listen and sure enough, it's thunder. "No biggie," I think, "It's just thunder. You can do this. Just keep on keepin' on..." and I continue to run.

I'm about 3/4 the way done when I see a streak of lighting cross above me and hear thunder crackle. I think, "OH SHIT!" and go into panic mode and speed my ass up and run a shortcut home as fast as I could. I still haven't been out here long enough to know when the lightning isn't a big deal or not, but I'm not really in the mood to figure out via trial and error either. In my hauling ass home, I got home in one piece, just completely out of breath because I must have ran a mile or so as fast as I possibly could and stressed my leg more and so it hurt again by the time I got home.

Later that night, I sat in the living room on the floor with Jesse and Charlie in the dark with ice on my leg watching the lightning show. It was a good time. And in other news, I managed to accomplish some tiny victories completing some of my Daily Mile challenges for the month. Yay. It was a good time other than aching and getting scared. All I can say is this is some craziness training for a marathon. Oh, and I have officially registered for the LA Marathon. That means I have to do it now. No excuses.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Do as you're told

A long time ago I told Jesse to cut me off if I eat anything bad and to remind me I'm gonna get fat if I keep it up. He said no because it would give me  a complex. I reminded him he's not insulting me by doing so but pro riding a reality check and that this dose of blatant honesty is sometimes needed especially since I can easily go into goldfish eating mode. Anyway tonight I was eating chocolate covered pretzels and Jesse took the bag and said I'm cut off or I'll get fat. Kudos to a man who does what he's told in the name of trying to help his wife help herself.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Random Optimism

In a day and age where too many people focus too much on negative things about themselves I'm going to take a minute to focus on things I like. Hooray random list!

I have pretty good marksmanship, but not so good penmanship. But if you saw my handwriting, you'd think I were a doctor so I like it.

I like the way my bangs look right now and find it funny I always hated having bangs as a kid, but really like them now. A great hair stylist makes all the difference.

I never liked my boobs, but I think they look pretty good in push up bras and I never have problems finding shirts that fit because they're too big or too small. Sometimes being average isn't such a bad thing.

I hate going on diets and I hate exercise. But I like training for a marathon because it allows me to eat a lot and look great. I'm pretty sure after I'm done with my marathons in the spring, I'll probably keep up this same routine because I like eating and I like running places. I also love that I'm accomplishing a lot of my Daily Mile challenges.

I love my imagination. It is capable of so many incredible feats that make every day of my life ridiculously amazing and I never regret any days because they're all fantastic, even the crappy ones.

I have this ability to draw parallels between anything. I call it my Rainman ability. But really, its just my imagination and the gift of bullshit. This is the way I get through crappy days by trying to find some connection between negativity and positivity and flipping it into something not so bad. Optimism. It works.

I like that after so many years I've managed to create a budget and stick to it. Some days I really hate it because I'd like to get things, but I also know that it is savings with a purpose. I'm not denying myself of small material things at the time being but saving for a bigger, better material something later.

I have awesome people in my life. I'm a believer of staying where its warm. I have no problem weeding out negative people. They're like weeds in a garden and if you have one of them, you will soon have many and none of your flowers will grow. Pluck them while they're still small and your garden will thrive. I have a pretty bitchin' garden, just sayin'...

Anyway, maybe its my runners high still, or the fact I'm going hunting tomorrow, but I'm in a darned good mood right now. I'm excited about the holidays and just about running a half marathon soon. Life is pretty good right now. I'd like to stay that way. What are you happy about today?

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Primaries

Soon before you know it the primary election will be coming up and to be honest, I am really excited about this year's race. Anyway, I am an extremely firm believer people should vote based on policy and do their research on candidates they believe best fit true to your own personal beliefs and not the sports team style voting where you go for the "popular" candidate and get all crazy and riot in the streets when your person "wins". It's our country's future, not the Laker Parade. And let's hope there's no THREEPETE with any of our presidents... ever hahah. I was researching my presidential primary choices and I have to say I was rather surprised with my outcomes. I have a system. I read all the candidates takes on issues. I also have a charting system. Basically I pick the most important issues to me after going over each candidates stances on all issues they list and then give them a mark on my chart of + (worth 3 points) x (worth 2 points) - (worth 1 point) or 0 for no response on a given topic. 0's do not count towards the final score and if there are only 5 answers out of a possible 9 sections, the average is given out of the 5. Interestingly enough, the one candidate I have always liked and was thinking I would be voting for, came in a surprising 6TH PLACE on my system! That shocked me. Especially since he was my first choice in the primaries for the 2008 election. Interesting how things change over time. Either his views have or mine have, or there's candidates who strike my belief system closer that weren't in the running in the past. Either way, there are some interesting people in the race this year. I can't wait till the actual candidates are picked for the 2012 election. That'll be round two of policy check to see if anyone changed their minds on issues after getting elected. Because that happens. And I gotta make sure I get the right choice in. For the records, my number one choice came in with a shining 96%, while runners up came in with 87% and 85%. I could easily say I do like my first and second choices, the third kind of surprised me a bit there as did fourth and fifth. Again I was surprised my past first choice was down at 6th place, and surprised my 7th place person wasn't higher up. As for the bottom two, they didn't really strike me as anything impressive, and one didn't even have any information of his policies available. Scores ranged from 96% to 75% (and 0% if you count the candidate who had nothing to say.)

Monday, December 12, 2011

Weekend Recap

This weekend was a pretty nice little weekend. Friday night I did grocery shopping and picked up a few last minute presents. Saturday morning I cleaned 90% of the house and did laundry while Jesse met with his boss for some work stuff. Afterward, we went out to have lunch at the Cantina, where we heard the sirens go off (yay!) and then trekked out to the Riverwalk. Jesse rented a bike again and a kid trailer for Charlie and played coach along my side as I did my running. We went down 4.5 miles and headed back up again. I'm not sure how long we were out but I'll make sure to time it next time. Charlie fell asleep in the coach and Jesse and I had a nice talk about random stuff as we always do. We also caught in some neat sights along the way. I didn't know but apparently there's some alligator habitats around here we have to look out for. I had to do one of those "Look, ma!" pictures for my mom because she always worries about gators with us living in the south and all and I keep telling her we're not far enough down to have to worry about that. Oops. Heh. I think I'd be a little more concerned if I actually saw an alligator...



Sunday was supposed to be my relax day as I finished all my work on Saturday and was feeling a little achy after running 9 miles. Instead, I went to the 8 am mass at church, then stopped by Publix for a few things, and headed to Walmart for some more stuff and dropped my wedding ring off for it's cleaning and maintenance. Jesse and Charlie went off in search of a gun show that turned out to be a bit of a flop. Instead they came home and Jesse made me some chicken to go on my lunch salad. I find it interesting that I've lost 4 lbs and feel a lot happier and stress free since I've managed to rid myself of certain people. I guess when all people do is talk about what restaurants serve certain foods in between complaining, I can't help but think of the website This Is Why You're Fat. Looks like my super awesome salads are doing the trick. Tangent aside, later in the evening, we went to Logans for dinner with my department. That was fun and the food was pretty good but I think the waiters were flustered with  the large group and kept messing up orders, giving people who wanted shrimp lobsters, and forgetting to give one of the guys his ribs, and when he did get them, they were cold. They took them back to bring out hot ribs and when they came back they were still cold, but his potato was hot. Hahah. Dang it.

Anyway, the weekend was good. One thing I forgot to mention was that I had a really awesome run on Thursday night. I'm going to do that same route again this week on my Tuesday/Thursday run because it was so nice and, as I kept telling myself as I got out there and was almost done "this last mile is the difference between losing that extra pound." Seriously it is. I still need to get my permit to use the gym facility. I gotta work my arms and abs for June. It's free, so I might as well, right?

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Shit or Get Off The Pot

One of my favorite rules of life quotes comes from play write Maria Irene Fornes and she wrote, "I have to live with my decisions, whether you like them or not." That being said, in life, people do things that upset others, but you can't go around living your life in fear of whether you'll hurt peoples feelings or not because then you compromise your own happiness. There has to be some give and take. And in my case I need to start living my life for me. I have given so much that I am now left empty handed.

First off, I want to be in shape. I want to do my marathon. I want to lose weight. It's not gonna happen by going out to lunch every day. I gained a lot of weight moving out to Georgia from living off fast food all week. I started to lose that weight when I'd sit down every day and eat my same old lunch on the Plaza and read my books and go walking. Then I got stuck in the "going out" trap. Where it seemed like every day I would be going out to eat or hang out for lunch and start spending money I didn't need to waste or eating crap that was sticking with me. I'm a compulsive person. I can't be around the fast food or the snacks. I do have to shut myself out from being social if that's what it takes. That's just the way it is.

Second, I put others above my family all too often. I'll go out at night with friends or whatever. I do my running. I go hunting. In Reno I had the gym and softball. I need to do things with the family more. If I want to stay home with my family, it really irks me when people try to guilt me or pressure me into going out. Making people have to choose over their family isn't a good thing, especially if your family is getting frustrated with you because you don't choose them. Granted, life is a giant balancing act and you make time for family, friends, work, yourself, etc. But it's even more insulting when I do make arrangements to go out and when the time comes to go where we are destined to go, the plan suddenly changes and I find myself lounging around waiting to figure out what the hell everyone wants to do. OK, if I wanted to sit around, I could do that at home. I'm going on GOING OUT strike. I'm not going out.


Misery loves company. There's the people who have things to bitch about, and I'm not talking about once in a while, because that happens, but you know the people who complain about EVERYTHING and ANYTHING. If you're a world-is-out-to-get-me'er, or a perpetual pitty party animal, or someone who feels the need to have self-inflicted drama, or complain about situations in which YOU HAVE CONTROL TO CHANGE, do me a favor and just don't talk about it with me because I don't care. Really, I don't. I can understand why some people aren't very popular, usually its because they make everything in life some sort of ordeal and the world is down on them constantly. I'll be nice for nice sake, but after a while, it just gets to become a burden that isn't my problem and I'll just ignore it and the person for that matter. I hate when people complain about things that they can fix. Look, obviously if people offer suggestions on how to fix it and you ignore them, that makes me as someone suggesting help, feel as if you do not value my opinion and that what I have to say isn't important enough, or that you thrive on drama and at that point, I can see where this is going and I'm not in the mood to deal with it. It's frustrating to hear the same shit over and over again.  I was told once that you can only worry about things which you have control over and that anything else you should just sweat it off. It's not your problem, you can't change it, don't let it bother you. Anyway, things have become such an annoyance to me lately that I'm just dealing with life as it hands things down to me. See how I did that? Pretty nifty, huh?

Finally, I'm gonna say it: I am not single. Don't try to make me act like a single person. I have a husband. I have a child. Don't expect me to flail my arms and jump all excited like to hang out whenever and stay out all hours of the night. I CANNOT DO THAT. Period. This goes back to issue #2 and I've done this time and time again here and in Reno. If I can't go out with my beloved husband, don't expect me to just up and jump out and go out. It's not fair to Jesse that he has to stay home with Charlie all the time. He should be able to go out too. Additionally, I don't feel like having my marriage fall apart to cater to the lives of my single friends. I worked very hard to have a wonderful marriage and I'm not about to throw it away to hang out with friends who can easily ask any number of their other friends out. And I especially do not feel like being around divorced people. Lord keep them away from me! I am going to judge and say maybe your ex was a douche, but after seeing how some single parents or divorced people act in public when drunk, I have to question just how much of their failed marriages are their fault. An old coworker once said there's 3 types of people in the world: single people, married people, and divorced people. Four if you want to count people with children. They all tend to hang out with their peers. I do not want to be a divorced single mom, so just keep that in mind. I'm not gonna be out dancing on table tops or trying to be anyone's wing man. And yes, I will totally be a cock block and say someone is being too slutty or the guy you are talking to is a douche bag and you'll regret it later. Hate me for it, at least when I drink I still have a voice of reason in me.

No one and I repeat NO ONE is worthy of more than 5 - 10% of my time on any given day. I'm not a people person. In fact, I hate people for the most part. Anyway, long story short, I just feel like I refuse to spend so much time and effort into trying to please others. I've tried to be the nice guy for far too long and quite frankly too many straws have been placed on this camel's broken back. If I'm busy, I'm busy. If I want to be at home, go out with other friends, family, call, email, text anyone else, I don't need to justify to anyone other than my HUSBAND the who, what, where, why, when, or hows. Additionally,  I also don't want to know details of everyone's life stories at EVERY given moment of the day. I have work to do. I have a family. And I have a life of my own. I don't have every second of my day to devote to others. Not to mention, I'm not getting paid by the hour to play psychiatrist.

No one is going to rain on my parade. I just think its really shitty that people who are constantly negative try to bring others down. Whatever. I spent a lot of time and effort into making my parade awesome. No one is going to ruin it. Misery loves company and this is me RSVP'ing that I won't be going to Misery's pitty party.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

3 Days In The Woods

For the past three days, I was in the beautiful Blanton Creek WMA in Georgia living without modern conveniences and loving every minute of it. Jesse and I were selected to participate in two deer hunts at Blanton Creek WMA for their opening and closing weekends. I had been looking forward to going on this trip since I found out we were selected a few months back. It was going to be great. We would camp out, I got us set up to camp and we'd rough it for a few days, go out and hunt for deer, come back to our campsite and bbq and make s'mores and it would be awesome.

Then, last week Jesse found out he wouldn't be able to get off work. My plans of us in nature went a-foul. But that's ok, I wasn't about to let Jesse's absence ruin my hunt. Because after all, I was far more excited about this than he could ever imagine. I spent weeks working on zeroing in my rifle and practicing my marksmanship, reading up on deer info, even getting a book on how to field dress, quarter, and prepare venison. No one was thrilled that I was going alone, but as it got closer to the time coming, I was. It would be me all alone in the woods, camping out. Being at one with the world around me, exploring the woods, chilling back at camp and quietly reflecting upon life. My coworkers, somewhat concerned at the thought of me alone in the woods, offered me wise words of wisdom, "If you hear a banjo, RUN!" to which I was laughing hysterically.


Jesse and my mom were more of the school of thought I should be careful and it probably wasn't the best idea. But what can I say? I'm definitely an outdoorsy person and I hadn't been camping since I went with Lori, Craig and Rene at Leo Carillo when we did the night fishing and had all kinds of fun.

Anyway, I left straight from work on Wednesday night. I had to stop off at Wynnton Hardware to get a Hatchet, who I later named Molly... and it is a boy. Har har. When I got to Blanton Creek WMA, there weren't any rangers around so I drove around in search of a place to camp. The back campground was completely full, so I wound up pitching my tent under a little tree between the ranger station and the dove field. It was just me out there so everything I had to do was done alone. This included pitching the tent, cooking, making fires, you name it! And it wasn't none of that pansy trailer camping, either. Long story short, once my tent was pitched, dinner was made and I went to bed to get a start on an early morning hunt.


In the morning, I met up with the ranger to find out if there were any good leads. If I had more time, I would have done some scouting, but I didn't, so I just had to go wherever. He gave me a map with some random pencil scribble notes about places to check out so at that, I ventured off in ye old Ford Focus up hills and off into the wilderness (and looking back I have to say my car is a pretty hearty little guy as he trekked through the woods like a champ!) Pretty much every spot the ranger told me of was taken. To make matters worse, I was thrown off as to when I could go because of the fact I wasn't sure what time zone I was in. (I'm dead serious, parts of the park travel back in time to Central time, but because it's all on Georgia land, we're Eastern time. So I kept going back to the future and past at various points in my trip. Yes, time travel was involved! That makes it even more of an adventure!)

I'm not sure what this skull was from but it felt somewhat promising to see a dead animal body part somewhere.





The location was pretty but there just wasn't any luck there despite sitting there for a long time, so I moved on to another location. I found a nice little cover behind some trees and sat...and sat...and sat. Alas, nothing. But after some wandering I found a neat little stream.




I felt like I was in a Bob Ross painting. "Here's a little stream... I wonder where it goes...?" Hehe. On my way back out, I found some really neat ruins and according to the Rangers people used to live in the area and there's a bunch of ruins from old homes. Here I thought I was leaving my ghost town ruins behind when we left Nevada. I was wrong. This made my day. On a tangent about rangers, they were super helpful and I got the feeling they were looking out for me because they were telling me how a guy brought in a 10 point buck near where I was hunting. Dang. That should have been my buck!




Walking around the woods that day I found all kinds of interesting things. I found a cross in the woods that was made of some sort of shadow and a piece of tree bark...





Some really cute looking toadstools...





I broke for lunch when I got back and headed to my favorite BBQ place about 15 or 20 minutes away in West Point, Rogers BBQ. I was in a very happy place because I had a Super Que bbq sandwich plate with a side of turnip greens in front of me.

I went back out and was trying to find more places to hunt. It was unsuccessful again. I came back to camp early as it was starting to rain. I wasn't so concerned about it as it was just a light drizzle, but when you're in the woods when there's rain, and it happens to be in Georgia, where rain is usually paired with thunder and lightning, and you just walked by a tree that was knocked over by lightning at some point in it's lifetime, you kinda want to go back to camp, deer or no deer. I'm still green to the state so sometimes storms can scare me.





On my way back into camp, I saw two does running across the road. I decided to try going out and waiting to see if they came back, but there was no luck. Driving back for real this time, I saw a swarm of buzzards. I never knew how hideous they are nor how huge they are. I was fascinated by them!



When I got back to camp, I started to make dinner in case the rain got too heavy. And it did. Fortunately, by that time, I had a new neighbor, Brian, who invited me to hang out during the storm under the cover of his Easy Up, or as he called it, "The best purchase of the day." I definitely foresee one of those in my "camp supplies" in the future. His girlfriend, Jennifer, was on the way with pizza and beers. No one wanted to be out during the storm. It's a little hard to find Blanton Creek if you've never been there before, but throw in a monsoon, the sun setting, and that's just a good time. She made it safely and the rain let up. By that time, I was hiding out in my car trying to defrost, put on warm clothes, and dry my sleeping bag and clothes which got wet due to the wind literally pushing pools of water through the walls of my tent. For whatever unknown reason, I brought several towels with me and they all were soaked and came in very handy. 

Brian and his girlfriend invite me back to their camp as they have a fire going and the rain stopped. I drove over and we were all hanging out talking and what not. Meanwhile, we notice a car pull up in front of his camp and next to mine and they got some head lights on their hats and look like they're excavating for something, but we notice just like magic, they start a fire. These were our other neighbors, John, Benny, and a few other guys I can't for the life of me remember their names because it's enough that I was able to remember 4 names. I had to be a little snarky at first because they were all ex-Marines and one of them who I will not mention missed the shot on a 10 point buck and was kicking himself in the ass for it. I asked how in the world a marine missed a shot since every Marine I ever knew prided themselves on their excellent marksmanship. Several beers and a bottle of alcohol passed around later, we were all joking around the campfire about everything and anything you could imagine. Not sure when it was, but around the point I was peeing every 5 minutes like clockwork, I called it a night. Actually, everyone did.

I was also super happy I was the only one in my tent and I brought my red bucket that doubled as a toilet. I kept it in my tent and peed in there at night instead of having to get out of my sleeping bag, out of my tent and pee outside. It was a life saver considering it was 10 degrees colder from the humidity and felt like it was 30 degrees outside that night. Granted I came from cold Reno, but I also didn't sleep outside in Reno when it was cold. My sleeping bag held up really well and would have been a lot warmer if the top of it wasn't wet, but I was able to squish into the middle and was just fine.

Day two we all woke up. John's camp was making breakfast. They cooked up eggs and sausage with biscuits and cheese and invited everyone over. This was way better than the oatmeal I was planning on having. I kid you not when I say I ate 3 sausage egg biscuits. By the morning, John's dad came in because they always hunt together and camp at the same spot. I told him if we draw again next year we'll return there too. It was a good spot and they're great neighbors. We sat around devising a plan of attack for the day and after breakfast, Benny and John went one way, Brian and I went another and we had plans for deer. There were a few location changes here and there and I came back for lunch to find Benny and John each shot a doe. At this point, I had to sit and watch them quartering them as I had never seen it done before and wanted to learn badly. It looked easy enough. A book can tell you all you want to know, but having someone doing it in front of you is a lot more helpful. Add to this equation the fact another neighbor down also had a deer, so for the total of 5 different tents in that area, 3 had deer, we were looking rather successful. I thought, "OK, I'm next!" Everyone else did, too. They were all hoping I'd get a deer because it was my first big game hunt and first deer hunt and it would have been really cool, but, it was what it is. SPOILER ALERT: I don't get a deer.

After hunting some more, I came back in for a bite to eat only to notice the heavy winds blew my tent completely over. The stakes the tent came with didn't keep it down quite as well as I was hoping they would have. That was fun to deal with. I added some aftermarket stakes and made sure everything was held down securely. After all of that, hunter fever got worse and I headed back out. I don't remember eating lunch because of the tent ordeal and add to that I was still tired from staying up late the night before, I zonked out in the woods. I'm not sure what was around me, I kept thinking there must have been squirrels or something but now I'm certain it was chipmunks.



A cold front woke me up around 5 pm and I headed back to camp to meet Jesse, who was on his way. Before that, I did the inevitable pooping in the woods, in front of my car. I kept worrying the trucker next to me was going to come out and it's not like I could just go in the trees because it was pretty thick at the front of that trail and I'd totally poke my butt with a pine needle or something! So it happened to be one of those poops that doesn't want to come out all the way, or does come out but feels like it didn't. I said, to hell with this, wiped and left. I wasn't about to get a hemerhoid out in nature over some turd. It would come out when it was ready.

Jesse let me know he was running a little late and that was fine. When I got my campfire going, Jennifer came back with her daughter. They also got some firewood, a tent, and s'mores supplies. They were going to spend the night too, but go home the next day because spontaneous camping adventures are awesome. Jennifer's daughter kept following Jesse around and probably driving him crazy but he didn't seem to mind. He put her to work and made her pick up pine needles and small sticks for the fire and she liked having a job to do. Meanwhile, I was at John and Benny's camp oogling over Benny's 8 point buck and getting some hands-on experience on how to quarter meat. Probably one of the most valuable lessons I'll take home from this trip because it's a lesson that will save me $65 at a meat processor! Despite swearing I'd go to bed earlier, I still went to sleep fairly late and didn't go down till after 10.


Finally, Saturday morning was the big day. It was the day I'd get my deer. Plus Jesse was hunting too, only he had with him his M1 Garand and the whole forest could hear when he chambered a round. He didn't seem to care.





We tried out one spot and had no luck so we moved on to the place near where I saw the house remains two days earlier. I found a cute little tree stump covered in moss around three trees and a branch that fell that would make the perfect bench rest. I set up the blind and hunted from there, which was the most comfortable seat of the trip. Not sure if you've ever sat motionless on your butt on the ground for hours but it hurts bad.



After no luck there for a few hours, we broke for lunch at Rogers again and upon returning to camp, Brian had left, and John and Benny's camp were breaking down to leave. We said our goodbyes to them and swapped numbers so we could meet up again one day if we ever did another deer hunt in the future there. Then Jesse suggested we pack camp which was fine. I helped him break down and then he wanted to go home. I told him it wasn't over until it was over. If I left with him now, I would forever wonder if I'd ever see a deer and miss out because I wasn't there. If I stayed till it was over and left after I don't see any deer, I'd feel better knowing I tried, but just got skunked. After explaining this to Jesse, he said OK and went home and I went back out hunting.

I ventured to where Benny and John got their deer but had no luck and thought I'd give the South Loop another go. Again, I had no luck. I finally came back in and called it a trip. So even though I didn't see any deer while out on the field, I got stuck in a monsoon, my tent leaked and blew over the next day, I still had an extremely fun time, made new friends, and got some valuable information about hunting, field dressing and quartering meat. We may go with our camp neighbors on another hunt down the road some time. So in the end, I enjoyed my time in the woods and probably think as much as I love Jesse, hunting for me may be very much like hunting with the guys at camp: one of those things where the better half stays home. Hahaha!!!

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

I'M TURNING 30 AND RUNNING THE LA MARATHON



IF YOU SET REASONABLE GOALS, YOU CAN ACHIEVE THEM.

My goal is to run the LA Marathon when I turn 30. I start training November 5 with Big Dog Running Company. Despite the fact your feet cost you nothing, running a marathon is expensive, especially since most of my costs are for travel to get me out from Georgia to my home turf in California. I am asking that instead of getting me birthday or Christmas presents this year, you donate to my race funds.

I have lots of friends. Even if you can donate $1 that brings me $1 closer to my goal. I’m kicking off this fund raising party with $150 from my own pockets to pay for my training costs. Help make my ridiculous dream come true! Thanks in advanced and I hope you guys will wait for me in Santa Monica at the finish line on March 18, 2012!



Sunday, October 23, 2011

Take me back

Today is one of those days where I hate my life and where I'm at and want to go home. I want to have my old friends around. I don't want to be here I want to be anywhere else. I can't explain the feeling of the good old boys network and hating everyone knowing you and worrying about what you say to who and where and when. I hate having to walk on eggshells because everyone talks. I want  to be a faceless ghost in a nameless city. Take me there. Take me to that place.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Friday Random

This has been a miserable week. I can feel a gnar gnar sore throat cough sinus hybrid cold brewing. I'm hoping it passes it's course quickly but I missed out on running Thursday and now I just feel stir crazy and want to go out and run. I'm hoping to have more energy so I can run rails to trails tomorrow for my weekend long run. I did super good Tuesday and felt like I blazed past a bunch of people during the middle spurt. The middle is definitely my strong part where I'm in the zone and do my most efficient running.

Today I got my Benelli Nova. And as I say hello to one gun I say goodbye to another. My. 357 will most likely be going to a coworker who is a fan of revolvers, so I know the gun will be going to a loving home. I'm  very particular about where my guns go when I grow bored of them.

Anyway back to the funk. I'm not feeling so great and in turn I'm going into hybrination avoiding people and spending alone time sleeping and eating crap. In otherwords destructive behaviors. I'm not a fan of the eating part particularly. I'm OK with being alone and running or sleeping. So Jesse if you're reading this can you crack down on me to not eat crap?  And make me run on my days off. I need to. Help me help myself.

I think we're gonna sight my rifle this weekend and hone in on skills for our hunt in November. All our gear has been purchased and all that's left to do is buy food and firewood. I'm still kinda looking around for processors and taxidermists to compare rates, options and availability.  I'd also like to get a guided quail hunt in November too if we can.

Anyway its time to call it a night.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

I Can't Live On Chili Dogs

Today I realized a flaw in our marriage. The flaw is really something more out of our control. The flaw you ask? Metabolism. Jesse's works way faster than mine. Even when he turned 30 and it slowed down and as he aged it's still far faster than mine will ever be. Just as he could probably effortlessly outrun me with my feeble squat legs next to his, his metabolism will process and digest food far faster than mine ever will and he'll poop it out daily while my body will want to hold onto it for dear life in my gut and thighs.

That being said, I've been desperately trying to lose weight for a long time now. I try to eat healthy. I try to exercise. Even when I was running 5 miles a day I didn't seem to be able to lose weight and why? One word: dinner. Breakfast and lunch are fine. They are the two meals a day I eat alone. Oatmeal from the privacy of my desk and my typical lunch consisting of a sandwich on whole wheat bread with two slices of thin sliced turkey or chicken, mustard, 1 cup grapes, 1/4 cup almonds, and 1/2 cup carrot sticks. People ask if I get bored eating the same thing every day to which I say, "No." Strangely, when it comes to lunch and breakfast, I really like routine. I like the same crap every day. Maybe it's wrong or bad and holding me down, I'm not sure. But when it comes to dinner, that is my downfall.

I try to make healthy dinners. But that's pretty much pointless. When I do make something healthy, either I wind up being the only one who eats it, or it gets eaten, but then a second dinner or snack gets made. Fail. I'm more a fan of the latter, the second dinner, because at least then the first dinner isn't being wasted. I'm not a fan of wasting food. But then comes in the laziness, my second worst enemy. When I get lazy, I fail. I get lazy by not wanting to cook two different meals. I just try to make something for everyone. Usually this goes beyond what works for my diet. You know, the Hamburger Helpers and Chili Dogs and Macaroni and Cheeses. All the stuff that likes to stay with my body for 10 years before leaving me. Those foods are like diapers in a landfill, stenching up my system, making me miserable and lazy. I love them, but they do not love me. Additionally, Jesse loves them. In fact, he probably was raised and grazed off of that stuff and all throughout his single man bachelorhood. He can process it no problem. I can't. The worst part about it is I can feel these foods taking a toll on my health. I can feel my blood thickening and slowing as I fall asleep at night as it lub-dubs through my heart ever so lazily. I'm constantly exhausted. I'm depressed from being overweight and tired and to make matters worse, I just want to sleep, eat, or be alone. I don't want to go anywhere or do anything and I especially don't want to be touched.

In an effort to eat better, I have tried just about everything under the sun and I feel as if I am lacking the support I need to be healthy. Granted I'd like to lose some weight but at this point, I don't want to be one of those people who dies in their 30s from a heart attack. I'm not morbidly obese but I've seen friends and neighbors have heart attacks who weren't morbidly obese, just slightly overweight and living off of all the wrong things. Fast food. Fatty foods. Things high in cholesterol. I don't want to be that person.

So in light of all that is wrong with foods, I decide to make a healthy bean stew for dinner. It sounds good. And of course slightly before dinner, Jesse announces he's just going to make something else because he doesn't feel like bean stew. Well what then? He's not sure but he knows he doesn't want bean stew. OK, granted I can make other stuff that can be healthy that's not a bean stew, so our options aren't totally limited. About 10 minutes later it is suggested: Buffalo Wild Wings. Maybe I should just cave and get that because it gives me diarrhea every time I eat it and it'll flush my system and then I can go cry in the corner somewhere feeling guilty for eating crap. I don't mind it once in a while but after we have Waffle House in the morning, I can't have buffalo wings for dinner. And I can't have junk food every day. And neither should Jesse.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Importance of Closure

I've been in a funk lately. It's pretty much the same place I left off at around 8 years ago where I was expected to come up with something great and just drew a blank. I've been sitting around a lot wondering if I could have done things differently the first time around (pertaining to education) if I would have done it differently. Like instead of paint (and stay in my comfort zone), jump head first into design (new and unfamiliar then.) I realize as much as I want to be a comfort zone person, that I thrive on the adreneline rush of the new and unfamiliar. As much as we all want to be creatures of comfort, I think we all secretly long for the unfamiliar and unknown and the adventures that lie within. Anyway, I guess my depression is lurking from the fact I wish I went one way instead of the other. Instead I keep looming back to wondering why I ever stopped painting and allowed myself to become bitter and unhappy and after years and years of trying to figure out what I could have done differently, I find myself going back to the same spot as if I'll someday be able to change it to make things right and life will be ok. You know, how people like to put closure on things as a way of feeling better? I guess I feel if I'm not going to paint anymore, I want to put closure on it. And if I do not put closure on it, I want to keep doing it but where to begin? I keep going to that dark place (where, in the right conditions can catapult excellence, and if left unattended, well, just keeps me in a funk) and I feel like I want to do something great but I just feel stuck. It's depressing. I feel as if I'm stuck between a failure and mediocrity and it's a disappointing feeling.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Fontnoxious

Yesterday my boss asked me if I blogged lately and I told him not since two weeks ago. I just haven't had much time or things on my mind. Anyway, while working on some newsletter updates, I had to do a mandatory mental time out to break away from some atrocities of fonts I couldn't bear looking at any longer.  I decided to do something long overdue and complain about some fonts I really would love see die and or never have been invented. I mean, we all grew a hatred for Comic Sans and I think that one goes beyond speaking because everyone and their mother minus administrative assistants and school teachers hate Comic Sans. If you live under a rock and have never seen Comic Sans, I strongly urge you stay under your rock and don't expose yourself to it. Lord knows I wanna punch it in the face!

Algerian
It's simple, decorative, yet just enough to be slightly annoying. Plus, it seems people use it a lot and I can never remember what it's called. I want to call it Allegra or something with an A that I can't remember. Algerian. I think part of my discontent for it is the fact I can never recall what it's called but now that I'm acknowledging it in writing, I'll never forget... or I will. We'll see.


Rockwell
Sometimes I feel like, somebody's watching meee. Not that Rockwell. Rockwell the font, which I think has potential to be a nice font but it seems to be used and abused and just so in your face that it becomes annoying. I dunno what I'd use it for. Maybe like a word or no more than five. But people seem to like to use it for paragraphs upon paragraphs of text and they like to smush it in to fit and it feels like you're reading something that's been blobbed together. Agh my eyes hurt thinking about the blob with occasional negative space that just barely help me remember I am in fact looking at text and not some weird Mondrianesque piece! Don't forget to make it bold and red!


Jokerman
Seems like Comic Sans totally sold out. It was no longer good enough for bold eye-catching headers because it lost some of it's effect when people started using it religiously for body copy. Dang! Fortunately, someone managed to create an even more secretary-friendly more-obnoxious font: JOKERMAN! Even it's name alludes to it's playful (read: over the top annoying) nature! I can just imagine the gleeful smile some admin assistant has on her face as she drafts some sort of Happy Labor Day message to mass email all her coworkers and just for fun she'll make the letters alternate in red, white, and blue because that's how patriotic she is. Nothing celebrates the joyous day off for those of us who work or go to school as national holiday recognizing all those who died in Labor Union strikes against US Marshalls and the military in 1882. And said note is not complete without some sort of horrendous spelling error. It's like this font and gratuitous spelling mistakes go hand-in-hand. Oh and while you're at it, put it on a hard to read background, huh?



Matisse ITC
Here's another gem of an annoying font. It's a playful font that seems to be inspired by French Post-Impressionist Henry Matisse and his flat form paper cut out style paintings. Because after all, can't you just see this font being the creation of numerous scraps of paper? Instead of just trashing them, let's make an annoying font as an homage to a great painter! And if you ever notice when this font is used, it's often in really horrible color combinations that pain the eyes but somehow they touch the heart of the bright colors of Post-Impressionists. Ugh. Poor Henry must be rolling over in his grave over this one.



Papayrus
Wow. You wanna make something really awesome that feels all non-Western-tropical-like-ancient-Egypt-luau-ish? Because people seem to love this font for everything, especially menus and wedding invites. You know, because you're getting married on the beach? And you can't imagine seeing Falaffel in any other font? Maybe throw it along side some cutting edge clip art. That'd be sweet.Can you feel it all coming together?


Anyway, for the sake of mankind, I think we'd all be a lot better off if these fonts didn't exist. I really hate them and yet they seem to be standard fonts with most Windows systems for the most part. They drive me bat shit crazy and don't even get me started on Word Art. Just because you use Microsoft Word Art or MS Publisher, does not mean you are a designer. Hell, I've been doing design stuff for years and even I'm not sure I consider myself a designer (I know my strengths and weaknesses.) But I can tell you this much: I know when the Font Police should be called for crimes against typography.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Garands, Turkeys and BBQ

Today Jesse and I went out on a day trip with Charlie to Anniston, AL to visit the CMP store to finally get his M1 Garand back. He used to have one a long time ago but it got stolen from the trunk of his car a few years ago. They went up in price a lot over the years and he never was able to get one again until now. The drive was nice. We enjoyed a beautiful two hour drive to Anniston that included seeing several rivers, driving past Blanton Creek Park (where we will be dove hunting in a few weeks). For me, the highlight of the trip was seeing a turkey hen on the side of the road in some grass just hanging out enjoying a nice morning.

At the CMP store, there were rows upon rows of M1 Garands and Jesse wound up getting the last Springfield that was on the shelves. We browsed the store for a good while and wound up coming home with a M1 Garand, a certificate of authenticity, a shnazzy gun case, some targets, and a sling, and I bought Jesse a bayonet for his M1 .30 Carbine.


 After that, we drove back home, enjoying the sights again. We stopped in this cool little hunting store along the roadside. Then, we saw on the side of the road a hog being picked apart by two huge vultures. It was awesome. Speaking of pig, we pulled over into this place Roger's BBQ in West Point, GA, and had some really awesome pulled pork bbq sandwiches. I got giddy for the second time in the day at that and then having some turnip greens.



All in all, it was a nice little day. Jesse got to drive my new Focus for the first time since I bought it last weekend and the consensus is he likes it. Oh yeah, in case you didn't hear, I got a 2009 Ford Focus last weekend. Woo! We're home now. Jesse's fondling his Garand, and I'm thinking of breaking out my new toy, a Presto Kitchen Kettle multi-cooker that steams, slow cooks, and deep fries and making some donuts. Ooooh yeah!

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Surviving The Cut

Has anyone seen that show Surviving The Cut where they basically follow guys trying to become special forces officers and go through all these crazy ass obstacles to test their physical and mental strengths? I swear I feel like I've just been on that show. Since we moved out here, I have been longing to jog around Cooper Creek park. I've tried to do so on many occasions and just haven't been able to because the weather out here is totally different and I have a hard time hanging with the humidity. Anyway, after a month and a half or so, I'm finally adjusting to the place. Yes, its hot and wet and sticky and gross. Yes, I still hate it, but I'll take that in trade for the greenery and being able to pretend I live in Vietfrickinnam and pretend I'm running from Charlie... ok, so that's a little ridiculous but it's definitely one "imagery driven" running situation I like to pretend when I run. (Yes, I am that nutty, I pretend to be running for my life. It's like those dudes who do tactical training with guns. Train like you perform, perform like you train. I also pretend other fun things too like I'm running from zombies, running to save someone's life, running to go to something awesome, running like I'm Forrest Gump and I'm gonna run from one end of the country to the other and back again...)

Back to the point at hand, though. Since I haven't been able to run, I've gained a significant amount of weight. About 15 lbs to be precise. And because I also believe the humiliation diet works, I don't mind sharing that. I'm pretty sure that once it got to the point I went up a pant size and none of my clothes were fitting me right anymore, it was high time to do something about it. I've been trying to watch what I eat for weeks now and it hasn't been doing much. I need that extra boost. I need exercise. I also need to flush my body of all the toxic crap (a week worth of nothing but fast food three times a day, residual fast food build up, soda, ice cream, and ungodly amounts of sodium and mayo, which are my new devils and I believe I may need to completely rid my house of all traces of salt and mayo in order to kick that habit.) But more than anything, I need exercise. You see, I am the kind of person if I get good exercise I can pretty much eat whatever I want and it'll even out in the end and I'm happy and fine. Unfortunately, I'm also the kind of person who eats when I'm bored, eats when I'm sad, and gets sad when I get fat and eat to make it better (I believe my friend Allyssa knows about these vicious cycles waaay better than I do as she's a therapist who specializes in eating disorders. I should probably give her a call sometime for a "session".)

Anyway, eating issues aside, I finally got to the point I needed to run. I got a hair up my butt to go out. It felt very much like surviving the cut. Cooper Creek is a totally different run than Virginia Lake. Virginia Lake for one has a gravel trail and a separate paved concrete trail. I always run on the concrete. It's also hot out in NV, but dry. For the most part, with the exception of the southern end, it is flat with one small hill. Cooper Creek is way harder. For starters, it is longer. Virginia Lake was at the most 1.25 miles around (from our place and back), Cooper Creek is 2.25 miles around (from our place around all the way and back). Cooper Creek also has a clustercuss of different surfaces to run on. The flat areas are either paved concrete or a dirt trail. Not too bad. It's the hills that suck. There are more hills and they are steeper, longer, and the worst one is a rocky terrain, the other is grass near marshy areas and you need to watch out for snakes, or at least I watch out for snakes because I have seen snakes out there and when I'm running, I don't have the time to look if it's venomous or not. Oh and then there is finally the issue of its hot as a sauna out here. It was around 92º out here with a heat index of 97º when I went out, but whatever. People pay money to do that sweaty yoga stuff, I could do it for free on my patio if I wasn't so worried about the damned mosquitos. But literally, after I ran my normal steady pace of 5 mph around the stupid lake and cooled down once I reached the yellow gate and creek behind our place, I was dripping in sweat, and felt like I had the shit kicked out of me. I would be a liar if I said I didn't.

When I got home, I sat out on the patio with a glass of water with ice and played "sauna" to relax my muscles but came inside after about 3 minutes and 3 mosquito bites later. In good news, there are now 3 dead mosquitoes in the world... Long story short, I survived the cut. I'm not gonna join special ops, but I finally achieved a personal goal of being able to run around the lake all the way. I need to work on some diet type stuff the next few days and then I'm thinking Wednesday or Thursday I'll go back out again and try to jog. Oh and this is all a bit of preparation for hunting season. I need to get in shape for that. Plus I'd like to still fit my clothes. I love shopping, but I'd rather it be because I saw something cute I liked, not because I outgrew things I need. Yeaahhh... awkward...

Saturday, August 6, 2011

"ZOMBIES AND CARS AND GUNS, OH MY!!!"

This weekend was the my first gun show in GA. I went alone because Jesse was at home with the dreaded Man-Cold. For those of you who aren't aware of what the Man-Cold is, it is the dreaded "illness" that brings a man to his knees and has him quivering in bed like a little baby. Even the roughest, toughest of men crumble under the Man-Cold. (Ladies, you know the Man-Cold as the common cold aka the one you get where you go to work and just rough it through the day till you can get home, make some dinner, wash dishes, do laundry, watch some bad prime-time reality show and zonk out in bed till the next day.)


Long before going to the gun show, however, I was looking at cars. My search for a car starts long and far before that. You see, before we moved, we could only take one car with us. Our choices were Jesse's truck or my Focus. The Focus, while a good around-town car, had 180,000+ miles on it, needed a new catalytic converter, new brake shoes and pads, a driver side window regulator, and a significant amount of other work that would cost us a pretty penny to fix up in town. And with Jesse's logic, I wouldn't be working right away so I didn't need a car. Anyway, I saw some nice cheapie cars I wanted to look at this weekend and when I inquired about one, I learned it was sold. I went to go look at another, though and when I got to the dealership later that night, I learned they sold that one literally like an hour before I got there. Bummer.

So the next day, I went to look at used car dealers in town. I learned that they won't finance us right now because we haven't lived here long enough, but if we were military, they would. Huh? What's the difference of financing someone who just moved to town vs. someone who just moved to town that's military? I don't get it, but whatever. I wound up driving out to Alabama to look at cars out there and was told the same story: I didn't live in town long enough. Come back in 6 months. Uggghhhh... So, no car for me for a while. Not like it's anything new. For half the people in Reno who knew me I pretty  much never had a car. All the cars I did have were total crap boxes that would die after a few months of ownership, so, yeah.

Later in the day, I stopped off at the gun show. It was a nice change of pace to get inside the nice AC'd convention center instead of being outside where I was sweating (my balls off, if I had any.) I saw this booth selling awesome zombie shirts and got a Zombie Apocalypse Response Team shirt to wear just so people know in the event of a zombie apocalypse I am qualified to take out zombies. Just sayin'... While paying I was addressed by a snarky comment to mark my price up and it was by none other than the guys at All American Firearms Training. They joked if I was doing anything the next few hours if I wanted to work with them. So my choices were go home and deal with the Man-Cold and cranky child, or hang out with gun lovers and a zombie loving girl. The decision was not a difficult one to make. So I hung out there, we chatted. I got to meet Pat's wife and son who were both also very awesome people. I bought Charlie a little toy AR and he loves it. At one point, there was a thunder storm and the power went out briefly. It was pretty cool. All in all, it was a good day, but something bizarre happened where when I got home I felt exhausted like the kind of tired I get when I have a sunburn or have been in the sun too long. Weird. Anyway, that's all I got.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Random Thickness

Jesse had a craving for Panda Express, so I googled it and found the location and we drove down there. On our way out, we saw some sort of cop action, so we went the scenic route to be lookie-loos and it wasn't anything huge. We then continued down the road toward Macon, blasting Michael Jackson's BAD, on our way to get some Panda. When we got close to the location of Panda, we started looking for it, Jesse did a turn into a parking lot and laughed and I asked him what was so funny and he said, "You'll see." As we continued through the lot to the street, he continued, "It's a Panda Express, just not Panda Express." Yes, we were suckered by a fake Panda local sit-down restaurant. I suggested we go to the Macon Road BBQ House. After all, if I've learned nothing from loving food and watching Diners, Drive-In's and Dives, it's that the best food comes from little hole in the wall places that are locally owned. We were right. Jesse said to me that he wished I had a sense of smell because the food smelled so awesome. I told him while I couldn't smell, I could sense it and my tongue was picking up on the spices in the sauce and I was salivating like a mad man.

On the drive home, there was what appeared to be a rather large storm on it's way near, over, or through town. Not sure quite what's happening with the weather quite yet at this point. I was telling Jesse the best I could explain the atmosphere was "thickness". It was so humid it felt dense out. Like you could sense the heaviness in the air. It's so strange to describe, but there is so much moisture in the air, that without there being actual rain, clouds, mist, or anything, you can sense a heaviness in the atmosphere and just feel it.

Anyway, back to BBQ, it was fantastic. Best decision ever. I do believe this will become a regular place and one of those little local places you'll take people to when they visit. You know, like, if my sis comes out, we'll go there for sure. It's pretty awesome. The sauce is nomz, not too sweet, not too spicy, has a hard to describe flavor that taste like hints of mustard and garlic, but it is awesome. So the night winds down with enjoying the patio and my fancy pants citronella candle (and a mosquito still managed to bite me!) and a glass of my Covey Run Reisling. Which, I'm not a fan of white wines, but I do love quail and I had to buy it for the bottle alone. Oh, and I saw a huge frog in the tree and thought it was a snake or a lizard because there's no way the frogs out here could go up that high in the trees, but apparently they do.

Oh and one final thought: Charlie really likes Georgia. He makes a point of saying so every day, but it's more like, "Hey, guess what? I'm going to GEORGIA!" He is 100% potty trained (yay!) and has been sleeping in his own bed all night since we moved here pretty much. Oh, and once in a while he says he wants to go to a hotel because he liked staying at the hotels when we moved. Apparently they must have made quite an impression on him.  He goes back to school full time starting this Monday because I'm going back to work full time (yay!)

Long story short, Jesse and I have agreed Georgia is good stuff for all of us. While we're not near any of our friends or family anymore, it's a good decision for our little family of us three and we're happy. Good times, good times...

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Saturday Random

I went out fishing today as usual and tried to get a bass. All I got were the babies following my lure in and nibbling on the rubber tail. Hopefully one day they'll tell their bigger siblings and I'll finally get me a bass. I wound up realizing that it was too hot of a day and the water I did have wasn't enough, and it was hot. I felt completely lame in calling Jesse to pick me up, but I did so anyway because I figured I'd rather be lame and lay out on the grass waiting for him to get me with some water and Brawndo than to try to make my way back and pass out or something along the way. Still trying to adjust to the weather...

When we got home, I took a shower and then we fared off to the mall because Jesse wanted some Chick-fil-a. I'm not sure how many times he can eat that in one week, I know for a fact he's up to 3 times so far. It's good, but nothing I'd write home over. When we left to go to the mall, there was some thunder and lightning and when we were inside, the sirens went off. I was pretty jazzed this morning to hear the tester siren, but I was kinda bummed to be in the mall in the food court at the time they were going off for real. Nerdy li'l ol' me actually went online to see what the different sound patterns mean and it was on the thunder/lightning storm warning. The all clear siren went off after a while, too. I've kinda learned to love those things and not get so weirded out by them so whenever they go off for real, I'm always interested in why.

Oh, apparently, the power went out at some point today while I was out fishing. Doesn't surprise me. Probably weather related. It did rain today, too. I also have a pretty reliable rain predictor and maybe it's just a coincidence, or maybe there's more to it, I dunno. I've noticed whenever the water level looks low at the lake, it rains that day. My theory: it gets evaporated and becomes low, then it all dumps back in place. Makes sense. Anyway, whenever it rains, our house frog comes out and either hangs out outside or comes into the hallway. We get lots of odd critters in our hall because people leave the door open and I'm ok with finding frogs and our lizard friends. Anyway, I'll end it on the house frog. He fits right in the palm of your hand. This time, I caught him and brought him upstairs and put him in Charlie's bucket so he could see him.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Mommy's Little Monster

Today, Charlie and I were at Dick's Sporting Goods checking the place out when Bad Romance came on the radio over head. Charlie stopped in his tracks and screamed out, "MAMA!!! IT'S LADY GAGA!!!" I'm not sure why, but somehow, my 3 year old son has become completely enamored with Lady Gaga. Granted, she's got some super catchy songs that even my husband has learned to love the Gaga, but I think it's hilarious that he makes such a big deal whenever one of her songs comes on. He's such a little monster, it's awesome. Anyway, when we were on our road trip out here, Jesse decided that he would like to listen to Lady Gaga on multiple occasions as she was "pick me up" music that helped make the trip go along faster. The funny part were the stories we would tell Charlie to the songs. Like when the songs stopped, he'd ask where Lady Gaga went and I told him she was going to the Monster Ball and she'd be back. Charlie also liked how she sang about monsters because, hey, 3 year old boys love monsters, and what's greater than Lady Gaga singing about them to a catchy beat, right? Anyway, it never gets old.

Monday, June 27, 2011

The Pug Dog And The Frog

Last night was raining. We had a storm watch that was supposed to end at 9:00 pm, instead, it kept raining. I took Lulu out to go potty and as we got downstairs in the hall, Lulu started to jet at something I thought was a mouse. When we got down, I realized it wasn't a mouse, but a frog that had got lost inside our hallway. Lulu was chasing it and managed to get it cornered. In an effort to help the lost little amphibian and keep up with my "catch a frog or critter a day" tradition, I scooped him up and took him outside. He was quite a pretty frog. A vibrant sage green with forest green and black stripes and splotchy spots. When we got out, he hopped out of my hands into the grass. Lulu went potty and went back to her frog. The two stared at each other for a while. The frog was either in shock or knew we helped it, because it sat there while Lulu sniffed him. The best part was when the two were nose to nose with each other trying to figure out just what the heck the other one was. What I'd do for a picture of that! Oh well. Anyway, Lulu loved this frog and hopefully she'll see many more like it in the future.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

One Week In Georgia...

First things first, I have noticed since coming to Georgia, I have not had any allergy issues. That is a plus. My horrendous cough is obsolete. I'm assuming the humidity makes it too heavy for pollen to be present or there's less of it, either way, I'm glad to have all of that be done and over with.

I've found myself starting to figure out town, much to the thanks of the grand tour from Jesse's boss last Sunday. If it weren't for that, I'm pretty sure I would have gotten royally lost on more than one occasion while trying to find my way around. On the plus side, I'm starting to get a feel for the streets around here, which ones are the important ones to know, which ones are the ones I don't want to go down, heck, I'm even starting to get the gist of the grid system downtown! And I sure do hate one way streets! But it reminds me very much of the way downtown Reno was, not downtown LA, which was a horrible scary place I never wish to go to unless absolutely necessary.

As for Georgia, everyone out here is really nice. I'm definitely getting that southern hospitality feeling from people. This is probably the only place I've ever lived where I feel comfortable driving. I'm not an aggressive driver. I don't like to make rash split second decisions with transportation, and I definitely hate the LA driving of 90 mph on someone's tail, weaving in and out of lanes. In my mind, that accomplishes nothing other than really horrible accidents. Again, out here, people are all very courteous and it is reflected in their driving. I like it.

One of my favorite things about Georgia so far, however, is the nature! Everything is so green no matter where you look. I can't quite find the right words to describe the trees, but there are places where we live that look completely wooded. Like the western side of the park is full of pine trees clustered together and when you walk under them, you are completely shaded during even the sunniest time of the day. It's crazy! I absolutely love the birds out here. We have cardinals that are so vibrantly red with little crests on the tops of their heads, there's no mistaking what they are. Our woodpeckers are the same. Black and white with bright red heads. There's some really cool geese we call Dinosaur Ducks because they have these feathers that rise on their heads to look like some weird dinosaur crest, but their faces and parts of their necks are covered with fleshy boil looking skin (like turkey faces). The best we can describe them, since we have no idea what they're really called, hence, are Dinosaur Ducks. And actually, Charlie is credited for that name, one we are all rather fond of. Finally, we have a bunch of really cool cranes that fly around our place to the lake. Other fascinating wildlife include the frogs, which I like to catch whenever I see them, and release to the lake. On any given day you can find a dozen turtles or so sunning themselves down by the lake. We have yet to see them, but deer are rumored to come around our place in the very early evenings and mornings. Even the bugs are interesting out here. I don't like them, but I appreciate them. This morning I saw a bug that looked like a walnut and sounded like a buzz saw, charge at our apartment, crash into the roof and fly off in another direction. I have yet to see them, but we have a bunch of snakes out here. Where, I'm not sure, but included in our over 30 something species are 6 venomous species, which, hopefully, I'll get to see one because I am a super lover of herps (and I'm excited to hopefully see a corn or king in the wild like my old pets The Herp and Beetlejuice.)

Anyway, I'm still learning a lot about this town and love it. I mean, what's not to love? It's green, people are nice, they drive nice, there's lots of cool animals, and it's so much cheaper out here than everywhere else I've lived, not to mention the economy is booming because of Ft. Benning and soon to be transfers from Ft. Knox (because that just closed down.) It's just nice to live somewhere that people aren't all stressing out over companies closing, losing jobs, etc. like back in Nevada.

Oh, and before I forget, one last cool thing: the storms! Really intense thunderstorms with lightning and dumping down rain, even a crazy air raid alert system when it gets super bad. Although, that freaks me out a tad bit and I'll need to adjust to that one. I'm getting there thanks to the weekly Saturday noon testing they do.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

The Big Move

It seemed as if everything with the move has been going too smoothly and I had been anticipating disaster. But, much to our luck, we got anything but that. We got purple mountains majesty. We got deer and antelope playing. We got cheesy roadside stops and an awesome lightning show. Details? Sure, we got those too!

We were supposed to leave Monday morning, but that turned into leaving Monday at 4:30. The truck was packed and loaded and we were good to go. Jesse wanted to wait a day, but I strongly suggested that we had to leave because we had a timeline to stick to. So I took one for the team and after waking up at 5:30 and working with Jesse to move that day, and drove us out.

 

Highlights of Nevada included seeing a big horn sheep on a mountainside near Battle Mountain, a crazy indian historic ground, also near Battle Mountain, and a man we wanted to call Repo Man, because we were certain he was going UFO hunting due to the excessive amount of radio antennas and tin foil he had on his car.


At 7:30 am, I got us into Salt Lake City, UT. We were now back on schedule. I also had to pee really bad and found that I am not a fan of Utah for multiple reasons: including the fact they assume people don't have to pee before 6:00 am, Mormons don't approve of booze or caffeine, and apparently, I discovered the hard way that cloud reflections on salt lakes give me motion sickness. Not cool. Oh, and the freeway offramps downtown only give you the weird alpha-numeric streets you get off on and don't have any of those handy-dandy "gas", "food", "lodging" blue signs every other state we drove through had. Utah... a world of it's own, to which I say, not going back and glad we never moved there. I would have have gone bat shit crazy if I had to live there, I'm sure.

Next up was Wyoming. All I know of Wyoming is that is where Brokeback Mountain is from. So I could only think of gay cowboys and how I'm still traumatized at the fact Jen from Dawson's Creek and The Princess Diaries showed their boobs. Aaaah! OK, I also know that not once, but on multiple occasions, several different people have asked me if I was either from Wyoming or mentioned something along the likes of that I would fit in well there. Let me tell you what! I loved Wyoming! It was so gorgeous out there. The biggest disappointment was that Jesse didn't stop to let me take a picture with the giant bronze Davy Crockett or go to the Davy Crockett historical site/park area. We saw herds upon herds of antelope (lope lope as I call them.) Wyoming was nothing but beautiful. From the rolling green hills with ginormous wind turbines, to the grazing antelope and cattle. It was probably the most beautiful place I've ever seen. The lyrics to Home on the Range and My Country Tis of Thee make sense now that I have been to Wyoming. I can truly say I understand...


After Wyoming was Nebraska. The only thing that pops into my head when I think of Nebraska is this creepy detective cartoon from my old job for a Nebraska client, which I happened to see so much of over the course of my time there as I was bogged down with the Nebraska stuff. I just remembered all these odd sounding towns for various programs and I was now driving through them thinking, "Yeah, I remember their logo..." Nebraska is one of those places, though, that I have never been to, and after going I think I want to go back. Who says that? Who says, "I want to visit Nebraska!" Me, I guess. We stayed at a Motel 6 in Big Spring and it felt like staying at a resort. They had HBO, a pool, and a steak house right next door. All I can say is Motel 6 is really steppin' it up. We got dinner at the steak house and it was good stuff, but the decor was what made the place. It was basically my gun theme restaurant idea I always wanted to do. Guns were everywhere. The chandeliers were made of antlers. And they had the best bread and butter I ever had. True story.


Our stay in Nebraska had set us back severely on our time line. Now we had to make up another 8 hours. The next day, we had breakfast and watched the Weather Channel and talked about how it was a good idea we went the way we did since the southwest was on fire and there was some huge flood in Hamburg, Iowa. We got back on the road and drove some more, stopping at Fort Cody, NE and doing cheesy tourist photos and things of the sort. Then, it was back on the road and we made it through to Iowa. Iowa pretty much looked what we were expecting Nebraska to look like. Funny how that happens. Well, wouldn't you know it, just as we were getting close to HWY 59, we saw the sign: HWY 59 CLOSED FROM FLOODING, USE ALTERNATE ROUTE. Fanfreakintastic. So we kept driving along the 2 till we got to the 71. At one point, the alternate route was nothing more than a single freeway lane as the other lane was submerged in water. The drive on the 71 seemed like forever and we were almost certain we were lost, but in the end, we were able to get back on course. We saw some coyotes in corn fields as well as deer, one of which was a buck with fresh antlers, still covered in fur! Neato. Finally, we wound up in Missouri which was OK until we hit Kansas City. That was supposed to be our destination stop for the second night. Instead, we passed it up as the city reminded Jesse and myself too much of the really bad parts of downtown LA and we were on the road far too long and agitated from poorly marked freeway signs and bad drivers. But, we got past Kansas City and spent the night in Springfield, MO.



Our final day of driving was out of Missouri, into Arkansas, which was another place I had never been to and all I think of when I think of Arkansas is Bill Clinton, specifically of him playing a saxaphone. Again, I'd like to add Mammoth Spring, AK to my list of places I'd like to visit. We bought a watermelon from some kids at a gas station and I tore that thing apart last night and it was fabulous. Anyway, after Arkansas, the trip gets dull and tiresome. I was looking forward to going through Tennessee, but it was kinda a drag. Maybe it was the weather, who knows? Mississippi was the next state and the only interesting thing there was the river of the same name, which is massive. Alabama was the last state we had to travel through and it was dull. I fell asleep the last part until we were nearly to Phenix City and close to our destination.

On Friday, at 4:30 am eastern time, we made it to Columbus, GA. We checked into a motel for the night and crashed till just about close to check out. We were lucky to even get a room as there was a graduation at Fort Benning and half the motels in town were completely booked.

Long story short, it was a very long drive. If I had to do it all over again, I probably wouldn't want to simply because moving is a lot of work, especially in the heat, and driving a moving truck towing another truck up steep mountain passes sucks, especially when you're floorin' it and only going 20 mph and the engine sounds like it's gonna die. Heh. Good times. Anyway, while I have no desire to drive cross country again, I do still have the desire to see more of our beautiful country. It is truly amazing and there are so many wonderful places that aren't large metropolitan cities that deserve to be seen and could only be discovered through a great American road trip. One of my dreams was to go on a cross country road trip and I am happy to say I did just that! Only, this time, I won't be coming back. We're here to stay and it's a pretty interesting place.

The End.

Oh, and more pics from the trip are on my facebook.