I should have known

today wasn't going to be the greatest.  First sign: immediately when I got to work, I spilled an entire 20 oz. tea all over the kitchen.  Oops.

I'm still a whiny little dirty word and am still sore.  My quads no longer ache, now it's just my silly knee.

My plan was to start working on old projects and I've yet to do so.  I have a new cousin to craft for and twins that need blankets.  This month is going to be taxing.  Besides being busy most every weekend, there are 6 birthdays that I can think of off the top of my head.  Yikes.  Now to remember to have things shipped on time and ordered/made in time.  That's why I have a calendar, right?  Maybe I should put it to better use.

My bird shoes, by Tiffany Turner

There should be more of these in my future.  And hang time with TifferFace.

My legs are going to fall off.

Yesterday I rode my bicycleta to my folk's place to watch the late World Cup game.  It's 11.8 miles.  I met up with my brother who rode 6 miles and my dad got there soon after us.  My father, however...had just completed a 36.98 mile trip up to Rocklin and back.  The three of us watched the game and after it was over it was time for me to head home.  The temperature looked something like 103 and I was still disgustingly sweaty.  I had a conversation with my dad that went something like this:

Me: Hey dad.  Can you drive me home?

Dad: Can I ride with you home?  Yeah...I think I can do that.

Me: No, dad.  Driiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive me home.

Dad: Ride?  I already said I would.  What do you keep asking for?

Me: No. With a car. D-R-I-V-E.  Will you DRIVE me home?

Dad: Yeah...let me get on my riding shoes and we'll ride back.

Dammit.  I knew it was no use arguing and when I got home I was in pain.  I thought I'd throw up at least 3 times on the way home and I drank my water bottle and one and a half of his.  I wasn't prepared.  I think I will be next time.


I've been lazy...

But I completed a project and am moving forward with things that should've been done over a year ago.  My new goal is to finish the projects I already have started before trying to tackle something new.  What sucks is that this new goal is going to take me the rest of this year and probably all of next.  Yeah...I have that many half complete things lying around.  I get far too excited about new things to be bothered with silly old projects.

I'd provide a small sample of the next project to finish up...but it's late for me and I can't seem to get into my pictures at the moment.  Oops.


Let's start with prom.

This was our date.  Our wonderful, WONDERFUL date.  
And gracious host.  And all around amazing human being.

This is what we did.  All night.


Fill in the Blank Friday...sort of late post, but it's related to roadtrips so I thought it appropriate

1.  My dream vacation would be    ANYwhere out of North America.

2.  The best trip I've ever taken was    probably this last one I went on!  3,700 miles in a car in 12 days.  I almost got run over by bison, saw an upside down white house, had to call the cops, saw the largest stone sculpture in the world, went to prom, snuck into a show, saw a fight with a gun hand off, partied way too late, saw a drunk girl pull over to puke while she was driving and got waited on first because I was aZn.  I'll be more in depth later...

3.  The most important items to take on a road trip are     Good music, bad music and good people.

4.  The next trip I'm looking forward to is    camping in the redwoods.  After that I'm headed to Canada and both trips look pretty promising.

5.  If I had to pick one CD to listen to for a long road trip it would be     Holy crap. Allison made Jill and I the BEST set of 7 mix cds EVER.  We didn't get sick of them at all and listened to them pretty frequently throughout our 12 days.

6.  The biggest disaster I've ever encountered while traveling  was    I remember going to Dillon Beach with Katie and her fam one year and I forgot to pack pants.  And by pants, I mean pants, shorts, skirts, anything for the bottom half of my body really.

7.  My favorite traveling memory is     the trip my dad took me on to Mount Diablo.  I remember him waking me up really early and giving me a map to be the navi.  I'm terrible at directions and knowing north from south, so he ended up having to pull over once.  At the end of the day we were driving out of San Francisco after buying my mom a birthday present and we got to the Golden Gate Bridge.  The entire atmosphere was very surreal.  There was absolutely no wind and the night was warm enough for just a t-shirt.  I was an asshole at 16 and refused to get out of the car because we had just walked about 20 miles, it was about 8pm and I'd been up since 4am.  I remember my dad telling me "You'd better come walk this bridge.  You'll never see another night like this again in your life.  Trust me.  Okay...but you'll regret it."  I regret it.