first the scenic part of the journey after a bit of junk .

dream wizard.

i finished it awhile ago but am now re-reading it aloud (i always hated the term aloud why can’t we just say OUT LOUD? aloud is pretentious, i think i first came across it in a babysitter’s club book. ugh) to fil in the car (in the dark, with a headlamp) and anyway, whatever book i read is my go-to anxiety come-down however with this one, the second half of the read is total sketchy chaos so there i am on the couch in the middle of the nite hyper-ventilating reading this scary garbage with my eyeballs peeled to the ceiling, paralyzed by it all, funny kinda actually once you get over the terrifying.

oh whatever cid.

this is a somewhat clean period, we throw receipts and other such junk on to this dresser until fil has a flip-out then i go through it all and toss more than half of it out. he seems to think i am the one responsible for all the clutter that accumulates on it, pfft, i pretty much exclusively throw away my receipts or stuff them in my side drawer whereas fil likes to wallpaper the dresser with them. you can see a requisition form for an ultrasound i haven’t bothered to call in an appointment for, there’s another one on the organ. quite bad of me, once the pain goes away i’m all onto something new pretty much.

the usual suspects. let me tell you about hallway picture time, it takes maybe a little too much coaxing to get both ourselves on the outside of the apartment so when that finally happens my brain lightbulb says MIRROR to me and then i have two seconds to get a shot, usually cid has already escaped to waddle the floor and snort at us for leaving him and fil is like LETS GO. so a picture of fil and i together in this mirror is truly something special.

and off we go, where to? dunno dunno doesn’t matter, out of the city is all that does. we almost tobogganed with the skids yesterday, both parties had to postpone (fil is getting sick) and the skids well, who knows? heh.

yeah i got my eye on you too.

don’t forget fil’s photography show at the steamwhistle this wednesday there’s a few other dudes exhibiting as well, all live music shots. cheap beer!

nails are lookin’ good, surprsied i haven’t chewed ‘em all off.

i remember a big burn in school was “your mother’s a bus driver!” turned out my first serious bf’s mom drove a school bus. whoops.

what a goofy lookin’ tree set in the middle of a field like that.

kind of really dig it.

accidental pretention, still she’s pretty.

dangit all that shit in the way. there are many campers in the “country” nice old school ones.

if i was going to go squirrely in the middle of nowhere it’d have to be in a whimsical looking old house like this but then i couldn’t even blog pictures of it cos of said squirrelyparanoianess as one of you’d show up on my doorstep or declare that you knew exactly where that house is.

we then happened upon narnia.

just hang in there kids spring WILL be here SOON. what is the emoticon for fingers crossed?

i love forks of the credit/belfountain.

thanks to stand by me i will never walk across that thing, people do it i think.

why would you close the ONLY general store in your teeny little town on a sunday? that’s prime tourist day you wieners. or is it a winter thing? either way, you blew it.

thanks churchy for the parking.

to be continued…

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as per dooce, i see her readers are plugging the awards in her comments. if they think someone they admire so much who blogs like once a week (if that) should win best diarist, pfft. sheep.