Danger Third Rail

So lately I haven't been feeling much like blogging. I think sometimes when you when you are yourself on your blog you get burned...but I'm a the-plate-is-hot-and-I-still-touch-it kind of girl. I have this thing about being myself, I just have to be. And this is my blog anyway.

My filter is out or otherwise preoccupied right now, but if you would like to leave a message at the beep...

Here is a summation of some of my mindless drivel/thoughts of late: I have always driven a standard transmission, and I've become a pretty good multi-tasker in the car, including changing my clothes. I acquired the skills of changing my clothes while driving early on in drivingdom. I usually was going from one thing to the next, like school to snowboarding, snowboarding to a date, work to kung fu, or whatever. I most recently use this skill when I leave the house hating what I'm wearing, find something else...you get the picture. Key principle: change while driving, not parked. People may see you, but it will be for 2 seconds, "was that girl..." then they move on.

Note to self: do more fun things, less shopping.

I've had a pretty big bed for a lotta time now, but I still sleep in a twin size space. I don't know why, I've just never migrated into the middle. Every once in a while I'll stretch my left leg out there just to check out how wide that space is...it's pretty big, pretty empty. It just hangs out over there. Sometimes I let my laundry pile up on that side to allow some kind of presence occupy that space.

Last summer I was in Wyoming approximately 9658 feet above sea level. I had some seriously funky dreams at that elevation. I was just musing on how much fun I had in one of the most beautiful places on this planet. I would trail run by myself, which I recognize is a really stupid thing to do when Grizzly bears are an ever present threat (I wore a bear bell, which consists of a couple of jingle bells on a sweet velcro band), but running by myself in the wilderness is one of my favorite life experiences to date. I literally almost ran into Moose (in real life Moose are about the size of two horses stacked on top of each other) on three separate occasions while coming around blind corners, I could have been stomped to death...but I made it and can always remember the way the mountain meadow flowers and piney loam smell on a balmy August day.

Thanks, I just needed a brief exhale.

...beep.

Also a blog...

This was one of my favorite Reading Rainbow episodes. Peggy has been the only person I have ever encountered to know the "teamwork" song. Love it with me, you have to admit these guys have some serious moves.

This is a blog.

This song rips my heart out. Say it to me now.

Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs...

Studied all day...
Bomb 1) Took quiz that most likely bombed.
B2) Crashed about 5 frozen pizza's on the floor in domino-like effect at Shaw's.
B3) Thirty seconds later crashed lowered price sign two asiles over while picking up huge cumbersome pack of t.p.
B4) Ninety seconds after that, nearly dumped all contents of shopping bags in race to power unlock my car before said tittering bags dump said contents.
B5) Upon entering my house, laden with afore mentioned shopping bags, wire key ring suddenly becomes unattached and keys fly all over the floor.
...ended up with some kind of clumsy disease, otherwise known as Acquired Klutz Syndrome or AKS. I don't think I'm contagious, and hopefully will be recovering soon. There may be some long term effects, such as tripping over nothing, running into closed doors while trying to open them, and dropping hot objects on exposed skin, other side effects may include running off at the mouth about unimportant subjects, or singing incoherent songs concerning immediate surroundings or events. I'm grateful for your understanding and support at this time.

Note to self:
Don't blog when you've spent nine hours reading and studying Physical Geography.