I have always wanted to live in a city. As a child, I was raised in the suburbs, which definitely has its benefits, but it was never quite as urban as I wanted it to be. Sure, there were plenty of places to go play, run, scream, imagine, be silly, etc., but it always felt like there was more out there I wasn't experiencing - more sights, sounds, noises and interesting people - and hoped some day to have that life.
In college, I lived in a small city near the downtown area. Though school responsibilities had to take priority over exploration, I still went out and wandered as much as possible (resulting, of course, in leaving school without a degree). Simply going into the central business district and walking around on the street was enough to entertain me for hours. I am addicted.
Now, I live in a much larger city and an extremely beautiful one at that. However, pine tree-covered hills separate me from downtown. Granted, it is only a short drive or train ride away (20-25 mins), the train stops at my complex, and the trees are quite pleasant to gaze upon, but it's not DOWNTOWN. Traffic does not float by my window at night. People aren't outside my front door at shops and cafes, chatting away. Though there are two supermarkets nearby, I have to take my car (or risk getting run over crossing the busy highway).
Honestly, I love this place. My roommate and I got an incredible deal, are still very close to downtown, have our own washer and dryer, huge closets, cathedral ceilings, great shopping nearby (with a car), yadda yadda. I KNOW it's a good deal and I KNOW it's definitely a great place to live - and love it here. But there's a little voice in the back of my head saying "Are you downtown? Where is the traffic noise? You're not getting any younger..." That childhood dream of walking to the corner store to pick up a few things for dinner, then taking an elevator to my home in a tower fades a little bit each passing year.
Damnit, I am not giving up. Some day, even if I'm 800 years old, I will live in a freaking tower and take a freaking elevator to get to my house. It just can't be that hard.
Just wait and see. I'll do it. Then you can come over. But please stop at the corner store first.
I'm out of Fresca.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Columbia Renaissance Trail.
This is a photo from the beach along the Columbia Renaissance Trail. It has become one of my most favorite places to go in Portland. Well, technically it's in Vancouver, but it's right across the river and I can see Portland so there you go.
It's nice! There are restaurants and condos and stuff behind me. Also, from time to time, boats and cargo ships go by, making it feel all "harbory" with the horns and salty sea air with seagulls and such and THAT, my friends, is probably one of my most favorite things ever.
Best place!
It's nice! There are restaurants and condos and stuff behind me. Also, from time to time, boats and cargo ships go by, making it feel all "harbory" with the horns and salty sea air with seagulls and such and THAT, my friends, is probably one of my most favorite things ever.
Best place!
Friday, April 16, 2010
There was a free book in my Cheerios!
So, apparently if you buy Cheerios, you get a free book.
A FREE BOOK.
Two questions:
1. This is extremely badass. Why haven't I noticed it before?
2. A FREE BOOK!!!
A FREE BOOK.
Two questions:
1. This is extremely badass. Why haven't I noticed it before?
2. A FREE BOOK!!!
Saturday, March 06, 2010
How about some pictures?
I've been taking a ton of pictures. Why not share those too?
This is Reed College. Everybody say hello. Reed College is a very beautiful place and it's also in Portland, which means I can take pictures of it. The pictures, which were taken less than 4 hours ago, are displayed below.
Groovy.
This is Reed College. Everybody say hello. Reed College is a very beautiful place and it's also in Portland, which means I can take pictures of it. The pictures, which were taken less than 4 hours ago, are displayed below.
Groovy.
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
Wow.
I have tried to write three different stories on here and they've all come to a dead end. Guess I'm just not feeling it right now. How frustrating.
Tomorrow's another day...
Tomorrow's another day...
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
"Well, what are you going to do?"
He paused.
"What do you mean? Why should I do anything?"
The fact it was obvious didn't phase him. He knew what he needed to do, but was tired of thinking about it. He was tired of thinking about it and tired of worrying about it until he couldn't sleep anymore. It wasn't even his problem.
"The only reason we're even talking about it is because you brought it up. This has been off my radar. I don't think about it anymore. I can't."
"I wish you wouldn't say that." she leaned back toward the wall, away from him. It wasn't going to be easy this time. Usually it was as simple as asking. She reflected on that a moment to plan her next move. How could she convince him? She really needed this.
"Why not? You wish I wouldn't say what is honestly on my mind? I thought that's what you wanted." his eyes narrowed. "It's getting harder and harder for me to figure out what it is you want." He stood up from the sofa and started pacing behind her. Her actions no longer made sense to him.
"It's hard for me to talk to you like that. Please come back to the sofa."
That was her way of gaining control. He hated it.
"Whatever you need to say, you can say now right where I am."
She wasn't going to get that control from him. She wanted it so badly but was too afraid to say it. In her imagination she had so much more strength. In her imagination, she was holding him by the sides and yelling directly into his face, outlining every little thing he was doing wrong and taped his mouth shut so he couldn't interrupt or squirm away. In reality, that would never happen. That would never happen and it made her sick inside. That sickness was followed by intense guilt.
"I...have to go..." she rose from the sofa. The room was spinning.
"You always have to go when it gets hard." he wasn't going to let it slide this time. "You always have to go when it gets hard and I might think something that you don't have the energy to argue with."
He was right. She knew he was, too. He knew there was no way to block her from leaving. She would do something unpredictable if he tried to stop her. It happened before. All he could do was try to summarize the whole issue before she was out the door, like he did every other time. Maybe this time it would sink in.
"You think I am irrational. I am not irrational. There is nothing to prove that I am. Even if I was irrational, there is no room for you to talk. Maybe you don't agree with the way I handled it, but I handled it and since you weren't there, you don't have the right to argue with me. It's done. You didn't have to deal with it. You should have, but you didn't. I did it for you. You're welcome."
"Go to hell." she waited for the door to partially close before saying it. He wouldn't be able to get it open before she was downstairs.
Later that night, she called him. They talked until morning. Nothing was resolved at that point, but they both expected that. The talk was more of a formality. She came by a few days later and picked up her things. She wouldn't be coming back.
It was for the best. They both knew it.
"What do you mean? Why should I do anything?"
The fact it was obvious didn't phase him. He knew what he needed to do, but was tired of thinking about it. He was tired of thinking about it and tired of worrying about it until he couldn't sleep anymore. It wasn't even his problem.
"The only reason we're even talking about it is because you brought it up. This has been off my radar. I don't think about it anymore. I can't."
"I wish you wouldn't say that." she leaned back toward the wall, away from him. It wasn't going to be easy this time. Usually it was as simple as asking. She reflected on that a moment to plan her next move. How could she convince him? She really needed this.
"Why not? You wish I wouldn't say what is honestly on my mind? I thought that's what you wanted." his eyes narrowed. "It's getting harder and harder for me to figure out what it is you want." He stood up from the sofa and started pacing behind her. Her actions no longer made sense to him.
"It's hard for me to talk to you like that. Please come back to the sofa."
That was her way of gaining control. He hated it.
"Whatever you need to say, you can say now right where I am."
She wasn't going to get that control from him. She wanted it so badly but was too afraid to say it. In her imagination she had so much more strength. In her imagination, she was holding him by the sides and yelling directly into his face, outlining every little thing he was doing wrong and taped his mouth shut so he couldn't interrupt or squirm away. In reality, that would never happen. That would never happen and it made her sick inside. That sickness was followed by intense guilt.
"I...have to go..." she rose from the sofa. The room was spinning.
"You always have to go when it gets hard." he wasn't going to let it slide this time. "You always have to go when it gets hard and I might think something that you don't have the energy to argue with."
He was right. She knew he was, too. He knew there was no way to block her from leaving. She would do something unpredictable if he tried to stop her. It happened before. All he could do was try to summarize the whole issue before she was out the door, like he did every other time. Maybe this time it would sink in.
"You think I am irrational. I am not irrational. There is nothing to prove that I am. Even if I was irrational, there is no room for you to talk. Maybe you don't agree with the way I handled it, but I handled it and since you weren't there, you don't have the right to argue with me. It's done. You didn't have to deal with it. You should have, but you didn't. I did it for you. You're welcome."
"Go to hell." she waited for the door to partially close before saying it. He wouldn't be able to get it open before she was downstairs.
Later that night, she called him. They talked until morning. Nothing was resolved at that point, but they both expected that. The talk was more of a formality. She came by a few days later and picked up her things. She wouldn't be coming back.
It was for the best. They both knew it.
Monday, August 03, 2009
NEWS UPDATE...
Hi hello.
MY SISTER IS ON HER WAY HERE WITH HER HUSBAND AND THEY ARE JUST OUTSIDE PORTLAND.
I will keep you posted on any and all shenanigans that may conspire during their visit.
Their visit WHICH STARTS IN ROUGHLY 45 MINUTES.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
MY SISTER IS ON HER WAY HERE WITH HER HUSBAND AND THEY ARE JUST OUTSIDE PORTLAND.
I will keep you posted on any and all shenanigans that may conspire during their visit.
Their visit WHICH STARTS IN ROUGHLY 45 MINUTES.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
The Tea Box
Don't make fun of me.
About 9 months ago, my aunt sent me a housewarming care package. In it was a box of Trader Joe's Irish Breakfast tea and some great towels with palm trees on them - plus a matching trash can. Thanks, Auntie!
The tea was nice to drink through the winter, and it was also a pleasure to have iced in the summer. I took the box of tea to work with me when I was hired at my current employer, and it has sat on the shelf above my computer there ever since. Each morning I grab a bag and make some hot tea in my water bottle, then add cool water to make it "iced". Since I don't like to drink much coffee, it's a nice alternative and I still get some caffeine. I love it.
Today, I used the last of the tea. After putting the bag in my water bottle, I picked up the box and took one last look at it before throwing it out.
I really shouldn't have taken that look.
Suddenly, the tea box transformed itself into an old friend. All the memories of moving into the new place, getting used to being in a new place and all the good and bad that comes with it while drinking the tea came roaring back into my head. This was NOT just a STUPID TEA BOX, this was a FIXTURE from my EARLY DAYS HERE and right then, in front of the garbage can, it felt like I was losing a piece of my very heart and soul! WHY WOULD I DO THAT?!
(Ahem...I realize it's just a stupid tea box.)
After casually tossing it in the garbage like it didn't bother me (oh but it did), I glanced around to see if anyone was looking and took it out of the trash. It's back on my desk. Empty. There is even a corner that came unglued. It's not a useful box anymore, but there it is.
Maybe it's because I'm still adjusting to living somewhere new and still feel a little vulnerable. Maybe it's because my aunt gave me the tea and I miss my family, or maybe it's because I am batshit circus crazy and need to be in a straitjacket. I JUST DON'T KNOW.
But it's not leaving my line of vision. Not yet.
It's just too soon.
About 9 months ago, my aunt sent me a housewarming care package. In it was a box of Trader Joe's Irish Breakfast tea and some great towels with palm trees on them - plus a matching trash can. Thanks, Auntie!
The tea was nice to drink through the winter, and it was also a pleasure to have iced in the summer. I took the box of tea to work with me when I was hired at my current employer, and it has sat on the shelf above my computer there ever since. Each morning I grab a bag and make some hot tea in my water bottle, then add cool water to make it "iced". Since I don't like to drink much coffee, it's a nice alternative and I still get some caffeine. I love it.
Today, I used the last of the tea. After putting the bag in my water bottle, I picked up the box and took one last look at it before throwing it out.
I really shouldn't have taken that look.
Suddenly, the tea box transformed itself into an old friend. All the memories of moving into the new place, getting used to being in a new place and all the good and bad that comes with it while drinking the tea came roaring back into my head. This was NOT just a STUPID TEA BOX, this was a FIXTURE from my EARLY DAYS HERE and right then, in front of the garbage can, it felt like I was losing a piece of my very heart and soul! WHY WOULD I DO THAT?!
(Ahem...I realize it's just a stupid tea box.)
After casually tossing it in the garbage like it didn't bother me (oh but it did), I glanced around to see if anyone was looking and took it out of the trash. It's back on my desk. Empty. There is even a corner that came unglued. It's not a useful box anymore, but there it is.
Maybe it's because I'm still adjusting to living somewhere new and still feel a little vulnerable. Maybe it's because my aunt gave me the tea and I miss my family, or maybe it's because I am batshit circus crazy and need to be in a straitjacket. I JUST DON'T KNOW.
But it's not leaving my line of vision. Not yet.
It's just too soon.
Friday, July 24, 2009
So it begins...
Today is July 24th. It is also the 12 month anniversary of my setting foot on Oregon soil. This time last year, I had just stopped with my friend Becka and we checked into the HolidaySuperBestFloralCurtain SupremeContinentalBreakfastWhatever motel just off I-84 in Pendleton and talked the night through making excited plans of what we were going to do when-
No, actually. That's not quite right.
We stopped in Pendleton, but FIRST visited the supermarket TO BUY A BOTTLE OF WINE for two reasons.
1. Celebrate!
2. Lavish in the fact I CAN DO THAT NOW WHENEVER I WANT!
For you see, dear children, wine is not sold anywhere in the great State of Utah save for the state run liquor stores (unrefrigerated), which create all the ambiance and atmosphere of your local DMV (now with more beige!) so, to celebrate no longer needing to purchase alcohol from a dispensary unit (i.e. placing a chit in the chute and hoping for zinfandel), I made sure to buy wine at the supermarket!
WINE at the SUPERMARKET!
Seriously. I am still not over that. Walking through the supermarket has not been the same for me since last July.
(LOVE IT.)
Then we drank the entire bottle and talked the night through making excited plans yadda yadda I already said that part.
THE NEXT MORNING...we awoke with slight hangovers and made our way gingerly through the Gorge and into Portland.
It was the most exciting drive I have ever made in my life.
(TREES!)
Now I am here. Now I am employed. Now my employer HAS OFFERED ME A CONTRACT EXTENSION FOR TWO YEARS (oh did I mention that?) and have absolutely no regrets. My boyfriend (who is an Oregon native, by the way) once said "You know, Oregon looks good on you."
I couldn't agree more.
So let's see what the next 12 months bring. After my experiences and everything else I've been through this past 12, I am ready for damn near anything!
So happy. :)
No, actually. That's not quite right.
We stopped in Pendleton, but FIRST visited the supermarket TO BUY A BOTTLE OF WINE for two reasons.
1. Celebrate!
2. Lavish in the fact I CAN DO THAT NOW WHENEVER I WANT!
For you see, dear children, wine is not sold anywhere in the great State of Utah save for the state run liquor stores (unrefrigerated), which create all the ambiance and atmosphere of your local DMV (now with more beige!) so, to celebrate no longer needing to purchase alcohol from a dispensary unit (i.e. placing a chit in the chute and hoping for zinfandel), I made sure to buy wine at the supermarket!
WINE at the SUPERMARKET!
Seriously. I am still not over that. Walking through the supermarket has not been the same for me since last July.
(LOVE IT.)
Then we drank the entire bottle and talked the night through making excited plans yadda yadda I already said that part.
THE NEXT MORNING...we awoke with slight hangovers and made our way gingerly through the Gorge and into Portland.
It was the most exciting drive I have ever made in my life.
(TREES!)
Now I am here. Now I am employed. Now my employer HAS OFFERED ME A CONTRACT EXTENSION FOR TWO YEARS (oh did I mention that?) and have absolutely no regrets. My boyfriend (who is an Oregon native, by the way) once said "You know, Oregon looks good on you."
I couldn't agree more.
So let's see what the next 12 months bring. After my experiences and everything else I've been through this past 12, I am ready for damn near anything!
So happy. :)
Monday, July 06, 2009
Today is my Dad's birthday.
Yesterday they had a surprise birthday party for him. My Mom asked me to write something about him that she could read at his party, so I wrote this:
My Dad is responsible for my drive to learn. Fitting, since he's a teacher, but I guess that is what he loves to do in life - to inspire thirst for knowledge. He clearly didn't scrimp on me when it came to that.
Any time I ever wanted to know about something, I went to him. My walking encyclopedia. If he didn't know the answer, he damn well knew how to find the answer and would educate me as soon as he did. As a result of his influence, I have always taken the time to study both sides of an issue, I have never been confounded about my nation's government and how it operates and I have always learned the correct way to pronounce foreign words just in case I find myself somewhere that might come in handy.
The world is fascinating to me and I have my Dad to thank for that. He drove me to school in the mornings with NPR on the radio - where I first learned about different types of music from other countries. When I was in college and my studies in English, Political Science, Public Speaking, you name it, had come to a screeching halt, he swooped in for the rescue and got me motivated again.
When I wrote anything out of creativity, he would read and applaud it, then encourage me to write more. Most importantly, he was the one who got me my first National Geographic subscription as a child with an issue featuring beautiful photos from an interesting city called Portland. He opened my mind and encouraged me to never be afraid to ask a question. He showed me how to peacefully exist with others in this world.
He taught me how to live.
Thank you, Dad. I am a better person because of you and I will never, ever forget that.
Happy Birthday. Love you.
My Dad is responsible for my drive to learn. Fitting, since he's a teacher, but I guess that is what he loves to do in life - to inspire thirst for knowledge. He clearly didn't scrimp on me when it came to that.
Any time I ever wanted to know about something, I went to him. My walking encyclopedia. If he didn't know the answer, he damn well knew how to find the answer and would educate me as soon as he did. As a result of his influence, I have always taken the time to study both sides of an issue, I have never been confounded about my nation's government and how it operates and I have always learned the correct way to pronounce foreign words just in case I find myself somewhere that might come in handy.
The world is fascinating to me and I have my Dad to thank for that. He drove me to school in the mornings with NPR on the radio - where I first learned about different types of music from other countries. When I was in college and my studies in English, Political Science, Public Speaking, you name it, had come to a screeching halt, he swooped in for the rescue and got me motivated again.
When I wrote anything out of creativity, he would read and applaud it, then encourage me to write more. Most importantly, he was the one who got me my first National Geographic subscription as a child with an issue featuring beautiful photos from an interesting city called Portland. He opened my mind and encouraged me to never be afraid to ask a question. He showed me how to peacefully exist with others in this world.
He taught me how to live.
Thank you, Dad. I am a better person because of you and I will never, ever forget that.
Happy Birthday. Love you.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
R.I.P. Billy Mays
Most of you already know that Billy Mays, inventor of OxiClean and a whole slew of other household cleaning products has passed away. He was too young and it is very sad.
At the supermarket yesterday I went to get a Tide pen to keep at my desk, and OxiClean was right next to it. The little spray bottle.
This one:
Anyhow, I decided on OxiClean rather than the Tide pen in honor of his passing (and due to it being cheaper).
I just got strawberry juice on my down comforter. Not a good thing. Luckily the OxiClean was right next to me so I gave it a test run.
Holy.
Crap.
This stuff is GOOD. All you do is spray it on the stain and it's GONE. Seriously! I can't see it and it was STRAWBERRY JUICE! The juice had even had time to dry and it still came off!
WOW.
Rest in peace, Billy Mays. Your contributions will not go ignored in my household.
At the supermarket yesterday I went to get a Tide pen to keep at my desk, and OxiClean was right next to it. The little spray bottle.
This one:
Anyhow, I decided on OxiClean rather than the Tide pen in honor of his passing (and due to it being cheaper).
I just got strawberry juice on my down comforter. Not a good thing. Luckily the OxiClean was right next to me so I gave it a test run.
Holy.
Crap.
This stuff is GOOD. All you do is spray it on the stain and it's GONE. Seriously! I can't see it and it was STRAWBERRY JUICE! The juice had even had time to dry and it still came off!
WOW.
Rest in peace, Billy Mays. Your contributions will not go ignored in my household.
Saturday, July 04, 2009
HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!!!
Now, we turn our focus to the U.S. and its special day.
Did you have to sing this in elementary school? I did and I still remember (most of) the lyrics, not to mention all of our states in alphabetical order. Post a comment if you did!
Happy happy!
Did you have to sing this in elementary school? I did and I still remember (most of) the lyrics, not to mention all of our states in alphabetical order. Post a comment if you did!
Happy happy!
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Happy Canada Day!
Yes, I am going to make this cake from last year and live it up for the Canadians! Woohoo!
(eh.)
Additionally, I would like to show you this retrospective of Canada's early days, delicately researched to give you an accurate picture of what begun to make this nation so very intriguing (short answer: beavers). Such a very colo(u)rful history.
Celebrate our neighbors to the North! If you know a Canadian, tell them you love them! Give hugs! Play hockey! Put gravy on fries! TODAY IS THE DAY!
Happy Canada Day to all my Canadian friends.
(eh.)
(eh.)
Additionally, I would like to show you this retrospective of Canada's early days, delicately researched to give you an accurate picture of what begun to make this nation so very intriguing (short answer: beavers). Such a very colo(u)rful history.
Celebrate our neighbors to the North! If you know a Canadian, tell them you love them! Give hugs! Play hockey! Put gravy on fries! TODAY IS THE DAY!
Happy Canada Day to all my Canadian friends.
(eh.)
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Happy Sunday!
Hello there! Yesterday I went to my friend Becka's company barbecue. It was at a state park called Blue Lake and it was quite pretty. Her co-workers were all friendly and one of them brought his Cajun friend and had a SHRIMP BOIL.
Holy crap. So good.
Granted it wasn't a "real" shrimp boil with zydeco and swamplands and dancing and such, but it was done by an actual Cajun from Plaquemine so it definitely has some credibility. He even had an LSU license plate border. You can't question that. Did I mention how incredibly delicious it was? DID I??
Plus there were leftovers. Sweet, sweet leftovers. They were eaten shortly after the last photo was taken. They didn't have a chance.
Holy crap. So good.
Granted it wasn't a "real" shrimp boil with zydeco and swamplands and dancing and such, but it was done by an actual Cajun from Plaquemine so it definitely has some credibility. He even had an LSU license plate border. You can't question that. Did I mention how incredibly delicious it was? DID I??
Plus there were leftovers. Sweet, sweet leftovers. They were eaten shortly after the last photo was taken. They didn't have a chance.
Photos!
Happy Sunday, y'all!
Saturday, June 13, 2009
So how the hell do I follow that post?
Ha! What should I say now?
1. It's Saturday.
2. I am watching The Simpsons on Hulu.
3. It's cool and breezy and humid and overcast and I LOVE IT.
4. Also I am doing laundry.
Maybe I will walk on the nature trail today...have I told you about the nature trail? The one next door to me? The one with all the boardwalks and creeks and trees? I haven't?
OH WE HAVE SO MUCH TO COVER.
Where do I begin???
1. It's Saturday.
2. I am watching The Simpsons on Hulu.
3. It's cool and breezy and humid and overcast and I LOVE IT.
4. Also I am doing laundry.
Maybe I will walk on the nature trail today...have I told you about the nature trail? The one next door to me? The one with all the boardwalks and creeks and trees? I haven't?
OH WE HAVE SO MUCH TO COVER.
Where do I begin???
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Whoa.
This feels weird. I honestly didn't think I would be back here. There was going to be the link to my Flickr page (see previous post for that link) and I was pretty much going to leave it at that.
Something was missing, though.
Something huge.
(No, not my ass. I still have that.)
This is the perfect place for me to express myself. I knew this, you knew this. However, I have been very busy these past 10 months adjusting to life in a new state and thought I might have moved on from my blogging days.
HA! WRONG.
I still love this shit. No matter what I say or try to tell myself, no matter how much easier it is to just post pictures on Flickr, I STILL LOVE WRITING ABOUT RANDOM CRAP IN MY DAILY LIFE WITHOUT A CARE IF ANYONE FINDS IT INTERESTING.
So there you have it. But seriously look at my pictures. They're cool.
LET'S HAVE A REVIEW.
July 2008
I moved to Portland, driving with Becka through Idaho and Eastern Oregon. It was a part of the country I have never seen before and it was amazing. I felt so free!
After a couple of weeks, however, it hit me that I was not on vacation and was not going home. After some incredibly challenging emotional struggles, I began to come to terms with where I live now and what I need to do with my life (still a work in progress). Whew.
August 2008
Things simmered for awhile.
September 2008
I bought Minty. He is a Yaris. This is the only picture I have of him on my hard drive at the moment.
October 2008
I did stuff. Then it was Halloween. That's pretty much all I remember.
November 2008
This month is best left un-recounted. It was an absolute nightmare. Thank GOD it's over.
December 2008
I looked for work and gingerly tip-toed through a completely shut down city during record snowfall in the region (10 inches). I took a two-hour bus ride across town for a job interview to find out it had been canceled. That paid off in January, though. My laptop's hard drive crashed and I lost everything on it. Good thing I backed up photos to Flickr!
January 2009
I rescheduled the interview and was hired at the state office where I now work. It is a bilingual position on a six month contract and has been the best, most challenging job I have ever had. Each day I am asked to handle things I not only never thought I would, but had no idea I could! The whole process has been amazing.
February 2009
I met my boyfriend. :)
Our first date was at a restaurant in a log cabin that was COMPLETELY DESERTED for whatever reason that night. The best part of it was that he had just gotten done telling me bits of Portland lore including but not limited to the story of Dayton Leroy Rogers, a Portland area serial killer.
As we sat there.
In an empty log cabin.
In the woods.
Where nobody could hear me scream.
Best. First. Date. EVER!
March 2009
I was asked to assist with Spanish computer class instruction and lead presentations at work for groups of 20-30 people DAILY. HOLY CRAP.
It has been going well.
Becka thought she might be able to replace my hard drive and I was up for trying. She totally rocked it and now my computer works! Yay!
April 2009
Same stuff.
May 2009
My work contract is ending June 30th and there's no word on whether or not they will be able to hire me. That is a little scary.
My boyfriend and I went on a daytrip to Seattle. I love the Northwest. :)
June 2009
Here I am. Still standing, still waiting on the job thing, still feeling good. That pretty much brings you up to speed. We'll see where this goes from here.
What a crazy ride this has been.
Something was missing, though.
Something huge.
(No, not my ass. I still have that.)
This is the perfect place for me to express myself. I knew this, you knew this. However, I have been very busy these past 10 months adjusting to life in a new state and thought I might have moved on from my blogging days.
HA! WRONG.
I still love this shit. No matter what I say or try to tell myself, no matter how much easier it is to just post pictures on Flickr, I STILL LOVE WRITING ABOUT RANDOM CRAP IN MY DAILY LIFE WITHOUT A CARE IF ANYONE FINDS IT INTERESTING.
So there you have it. But seriously look at my pictures. They're cool.
LET'S HAVE A REVIEW.
July 2008
I moved to Portland, driving with Becka through Idaho and Eastern Oregon. It was a part of the country I have never seen before and it was amazing. I felt so free!
After a couple of weeks, however, it hit me that I was not on vacation and was not going home. After some incredibly challenging emotional struggles, I began to come to terms with where I live now and what I need to do with my life (still a work in progress). Whew.
August 2008
Things simmered for awhile.
September 2008
I bought Minty. He is a Yaris. This is the only picture I have of him on my hard drive at the moment.
October 2008
I did stuff. Then it was Halloween. That's pretty much all I remember.
November 2008
This month is best left un-recounted. It was an absolute nightmare. Thank GOD it's over.
December 2008
I looked for work and gingerly tip-toed through a completely shut down city during record snowfall in the region (10 inches). I took a two-hour bus ride across town for a job interview to find out it had been canceled. That paid off in January, though. My laptop's hard drive crashed and I lost everything on it. Good thing I backed up photos to Flickr!
January 2009
I rescheduled the interview and was hired at the state office where I now work. It is a bilingual position on a six month contract and has been the best, most challenging job I have ever had. Each day I am asked to handle things I not only never thought I would, but had no idea I could! The whole process has been amazing.
February 2009
I met my boyfriend. :)
Our first date was at a restaurant in a log cabin that was COMPLETELY DESERTED for whatever reason that night. The best part of it was that he had just gotten done telling me bits of Portland lore including but not limited to the story of Dayton Leroy Rogers, a Portland area serial killer.
As we sat there.
In an empty log cabin.
In the woods.
Where nobody could hear me scream.
Best. First. Date. EVER!
March 2009
I was asked to assist with Spanish computer class instruction and lead presentations at work for groups of 20-30 people DAILY. HOLY CRAP.
It has been going well.
Becka thought she might be able to replace my hard drive and I was up for trying. She totally rocked it and now my computer works! Yay!
April 2009
Same stuff.
May 2009
My work contract is ending June 30th and there's no word on whether or not they will be able to hire me. That is a little scary.
My boyfriend and I went on a daytrip to Seattle. I love the Northwest. :)
June 2009
Here I am. Still standing, still waiting on the job thing, still feeling good. That pretty much brings you up to speed. We'll see where this goes from here.
What a crazy ride this has been.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I have been holding out on you.
HERE'S THE DEAL.
Moving to a new city in a new state requires a great deal of exploration.
I am an exhibitionist of sorts.
Since I am seeing and experiencing new things, and I have a camera phone, I have been TAKING PICTURES LIKE CRAZY.
Unfortunately, this has been going on at the expense of my blog.
MAYBE THE PHOTOS AND BLOG COULD BE LINKED AT SOME POINT but for now they are not.
THAT BEING SAID...here is the link to my photo website. It's fun and interesting because you can see stuff!
PHOTOS!
Until the two can exist peacefully in partnership, you can see what the hell I've been up to by visiting the link located above.
LITERALLY SEE IT. SEE THE THINGS.
You're excited. Admit it.
Woo!
Moving to a new city in a new state requires a great deal of exploration.
I am an exhibitionist of sorts.
Since I am seeing and experiencing new things, and I have a camera phone, I have been TAKING PICTURES LIKE CRAZY.
Unfortunately, this has been going on at the expense of my blog.
MAYBE THE PHOTOS AND BLOG COULD BE LINKED AT SOME POINT but for now they are not.
THAT BEING SAID...here is the link to my photo website. It's fun and interesting because you can see stuff!
PHOTOS!
Until the two can exist peacefully in partnership, you can see what the hell I've been up to by visiting the link located above.
LITERALLY SEE IT. SEE THE THINGS.
You're excited. Admit it.
Woo!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
THE NEW PLACE!!!
We moved! Yay!
Actually we haven't MOVED quite yet. I brought my stuff to spend the night but the actual furniture doesn't arrive until Saturday. That's ok though.
Here's a slideshow! I just discovered I can embed them in a blog post! Lucky you!
Actually we haven't MOVED quite yet. I brought my stuff to spend the night but the actual furniture doesn't arrive until Saturday. That's ok though.
Here's a slideshow! I just discovered I can embed them in a blog post! Lucky you!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Merlin and Stevie.
Remember my friend Jennifer the dog trainer? Well these are her own two dogchildren, Merlin (lying down) and Stevie (sitting on the left). I call them "Mermoo and Steezy" but that's just me. She was experimenting with her new camera and thought she'd have some fun with them and their magnificent LARGE EARS.
I love these doggies and feel honored to have met them in person. :)
I love these doggies and feel honored to have met them in person. :)
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