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Anam Cara

Dear Patty~

Hello love! I am just got back from DC and let me tell you or rather write to you about how much fun I had. I mean FUN FUN! So the reason I was in DC was for a conference at our HQ's. It was really good and informational. The other paralegal from my office went and she is a great travel buddy.

Here are some of my fav highlights.

1. Seeing the Burundi Embassy. That is where our paperwork went to get reviewed and stamped before it was sent to Burundi. So I was really excited about seeing it and had no idea what to expect. Most of the Embassy's are really fancy with statues and big old buildings. So we decided to get a cab and go. The plan was just to take a picture of it, since you can't really go in. So our cab driver is from Ethiopia which turned out to be really fun and educational. He told me a lot of stories about Ethiopia and told me what airlines to use and good African resturants in DC. It was really neat and I really enjoyed seeing the Embassy and visiting with this nice man.

2. JASON. Ok. So this was on my last night in DC. Legal Seafood had been recommended by 2 attorney's in our office. So we decided to check it out. We went with 2 other gals, a friend of ours from New Mexico that we have known for about a year and hang out with at these conferences. Then a new friend from Memphis. Who I could never really read..she was sweet but she was really quiet and kind of spacey. I like them both a lot. So we have to wait for about 20 mins for a table and this is a really busy place by the China Gallery Station. So we get in and right off the bat there is Jason. He is really funny and social. So they start teasing me about whether or not I know his name yet..and that is where it all began. Before I know it we are laughing over men ordering Miller Lites and Jason carrying it on a baby tray cos he has to carry everything on a tray. Then it just got really loud and crazy after that. Think ....plastic gloves and rock paper scissoring to crack a lobster tail.....intense eye contact....hand holding....hugging....carni talk. On and on. So Jason is from Florida and is an actor (hence the waiter job..) and is going to an observatory out there. Anyway, he is a real girls guy..you know has a million girl friends...Anyway, I can't tell you how weird it is to meet him..it was like meeting the boy version of me. I don't think I have ever connected that easily with anyone before in MY LIFE! We are soul friends...so he gave me his email address and I drew him a bunch of things on a piece of scrap paper..and that night he found me on facebook and the rest is history....we have been facebook messaging and we are going to write letters..and he totes wants to do P to P with us. He is like a shiny new toy to me. I just want to hang out on a curb with him and drink big gulps and laugh. What say you about all this? Is it crazy?

3. Monument Night Tour. I had done this before and wanted my friends to do it. It is soo awesome and the MLK memorial was not done last time I was there. I get emotional on the tour. Lol. It's hard to see Arlington National Cemetary and all that and not just feel "Patriotic"..you know what I mean?

4. I had a lot of laughs on this trip and it was soo much fun and easy hanging with everyone. I am having a little bit of City withdrawl...you know what I mean. And the eating like a queen, having your bed made just having fun..you know what I mean. lol.

I am glad to be home with the boys though and Rhino is awesome. He is so exicted that I made a soul friend. He amazes me.

Anywho, I am totes excited for Hunger Games!!!!! I saw some quotes today and I was tearing up. lol. It might be all the clubbing I did last night and the cinnamon whiskey...blerg...there was even a security tackle at my feet. Good lord....am I too old for da club. I just wanna dance you know. lol.

Write when you can, I want to hear more and keep the Supernatural talk going, it cracks me up and I love it.

Love you lots and lots,

Cakes xoxoxox

Monotony, Routine.

These are very bad words to me. I am a bid of a contradiction myself though, because I do want some kind of routine but I do not like it. Once I've established a routine that gets things done, for the most part, I am bored and need to change it up to keep myself interested. I can't explain it, it's the way things are. I deal.

Anyhow, so that being said, I am way over this school year and am wanting for Summer, like, right now. Showers times, bed times, homework time, dinner time, Blah blah blah time. This is where I am staring off into space and dreaming of some other time. Anytime. In our world, Summertime is a free for all. The only things we really plan are a few art classes and some swimming classes. They are like a month long so I am not overwhelmed with schedules (sssshhhheduuuellls) by then.

Pray for me?

So health food ain't got much flavor, girl. I don't know enough about food and making it taste good I assume garlic is prevolent in this. I want to take a cooking class. I have to start at the beginning and learn the basics of flavor and spices and cooking temperatures and time... and all that. I have no idea where I would take a class like that but I am researching Salem to find out. I want to be a food connoisseur. I want to have dinner parties in which I knock your pants off with my awesome food... or  make your skirt fly up, you choose.

You know, you have made it so extremes convenient for me to write you on here that I may never write another letter. I kid I kid, Muffin. Calm down. Can we do a little something to get it revved up again. A little exchange of some sort or a scavenger hunt for a something perfect to send. These are just ideas. I am running them by you, we are braining it out. Let's do it.

If you need me I will be huddled in the corner watching Downton Abbey and reading my mound of books~

Patty,

I have obsessions. Did you know this?  Like for instance I really like a British show called "Downton Abbey" you may have heard me mention it...well I am through with season 2 and dun dun dun...must wait until September 2012 for the next season. WTH. So I called the TV company and asked how I could get British TV and not just BBC America but you know the programs..I even said programs being all British mood and all. Well, apparently there is no way...and they don't get asked that a lot or ever....Sigh.....

Now on to books and my heart break for Augustus and Hazel...you must read "The fault in our stars" to know them. They even have a facebook which I think is ran by toddlers that I joined thinking it would be a mix...but I don't think so Pats, I just don't think so. I am still sad about Gus and Hazel....sigh...

I lucked out quick cos I found 2 other great books, like obsess books..but now those are done and sequels seem eons away..

I think I am in obsess mode..it happens...trying to keep my mind busy not thinking about Africa and end up in the corner..

God Save The Queen,

Cakes

xoxo

There’s some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what.

PATTY, READ JOHN GREEN!!!!!!

LOVE, CAKES





Have Mercy. I Confuse.

So I changed a few things, only cause I couldn't remember the log in and had to keep checking Fb for sign in and password so I then invited myself to blog on here cuz let's face it, I have too many passwords and sign-ins. Anyhoo, so then I couldn't read your post cuz it was purple and invisible on the blue background so I then changed that stuff too because I had to read your words, Darling.
I am so bummed I missed your adventures with L.B. ( I have major onion breath right now BTW, thank you Muchas Gracias) I am feeling it all, I pictured all going down and even more the smile on your face. Heaven. I would have been looking around and checking the door every five minutes. I gotta scan my sector and plan my exit at all times in iffy joints. Paranoia, fight or flight, call it what you want.

One thing I do know is that when you gotta pee and your at a skeevy, take your ass outside and squat it out. I'll take the outdoors over doo doo walls anyday. Hovering isn't always enough.

That is all.

The RochBitch Project

Patty~

How gross does a bar have to be before you enter? I love dive bars. I love em I love em I love em. I love the jukebox with a mix of Grease music and Steve Miller Band, I love cheap beer, I love wooden floors, and huggers, and crammer cranes. I love it all. But mostly I love the people that oocupy dive bars.

Which leads me to last Friday's adventure with my 2 lil buddies. It started out innocent enough, some thrifting (important note to remember about thrifting is that we saw a hipster dude in a pea coat at the shop), followed by some drinks and snacks, followed by bringing beer to the movies. Then I decide we should hit up this bar you can see from the freeway..called the Rochester (no relation to Edward btw).

We walked inside and literally the music and talking stops (think that time we went to Hills to eat and it got really quiet when we were ordering...) then the bartendar asks us what we want in Spanish...so 3 beers and it's 4 bucks. SCORE. A quick sweep of the crowd ....which consists of hardened alchoholics, hispanics, a few younger girls, a cool dude, some swayers, and a group of younger dudes. Do you have this picture in your mind?

Right away we are approached by "Sharon" who welcomes us to the family with hugs and kind words. Sharon lives on the other side of town but this is her bar and she has been coming here for years. I am not sure how Sharon comes and goes from the bar cos staying on her bar stool proves to be hard. All in all I like Sharon Lil Buddy says Sharon tried to pick pocket her but I think she was just grabbing for something to steady herself. No harm no foul.

Next up is a big boned (his words not mine) young man named "Sweet Baby James" apparently his mother told him he has a face for radio and this is his handle... Sweet Baby James loves to sing, I mean L-O-V-E. He was the only one in the bar to appreciate my song choices. I mean "Summer Lovin" is a classic people. Anyway, SBJ is attached to us and drags us to the dance floor (a.k.a plywood topping near jukebox) to dance. It's a little weird and a lot of skin is showing..his skin not ours..I like SBJ though and his favorite song is "Spirit in the Sky". I can totally dig that.

2 more honorable mentions. First, "Senor Shits His Pants". Dude was farting all over the place. He was everywhere we went. He didn't talk much, he did mumble a little and got excited when I put my quarter in the crammer but aside from that...nothing..he makes the cut cos of his gas issue. Finally, a man in a sweater from Christmas past. Goes by the name of "Jibbers" I can't make this up..he was named after a merchant marine or a part of a boat, I could never really get that straight. He didn't say much but he could sway with the best of them and he took his coat off and threw it to dance. Now, Jibs was about 200 years old, and missing some teeth but he had a heart of gold...heart of gold.

Ok, that about wraps up the night..I mean it was fun. I hope that comes across in this post. Oh crap, I should mention the cool dude. He was nice and said funny things like.."How did you all end up here is the wine expo over" and "This is like my living room". He even walked us to our car cos he was worried for our safety. Stand up dude and he loved Ben Harper. Friends FOR-EVER!

The moral of the story is to have fun and go on a adventure once in a while.

P.S. We saw hipster dude hours later wandering the streets...we had come full circle..

We can blog if we want to...

Patty~

If you're reading this. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. I had no idea you had posted anything because I didn't get an automatic notification...I am LAME-O. I did enjoy your posts.

Anywho, I wish our blog was prettier....crickets....

Ok, now with the info at hand. A few updates...

1. Lil Buddy is dressed like a Dickens character today. HAHAHAHA. I love it.
2. Wheat Belly has become Lil B and I's favorite word...we have also made up song lyrics for 2 wheat belly's who are suffering from S.A.D. disorder.
3. I think I like lists


Ok, anywho just a few updates from the helm...

Morning Workouts

Can I just reflect on my current workout routine? Ok so first off, waking up at 5:30 every morning is surprisingly awesome. I have always been a morning person, but like a wake up at 7:00 a.m. morning person. I prefer to be awake when the rest of the world (so it seems) is still sleeping. That's why I have always liked being a night owl. Silence, solidarity, quiet. You pick.

The gym itself is a little dull. You got your early morning boot camp moms in a room busting their asses to get a sweat on. They've already been there for like half an hour when I'm just getting there so props to those ladies. The super fit career gym bunnies who are doing all kinds of working out and no sweating in their yoga pants and pretty ponies. Bitches. Last but never least, the muscle bound heroes getting their swoll on in front of the giant mirror, ya know, to get their form right. *wink wink* These dudes are always rocking one of  two types of music, 80's power ballads or techno. Can someone explain this to me?

Then you have the types like myself.  We like to wear sweat pants and cover up as much of our bodies as possible. This is obviously so we can increase our chances of sweat, or as Pinterest has informed me; making our fat cry. We push, push, push with our loud workout music blaring in our head, fighting to keep the beat and stay on the damn machine for just a few more minutes. We fall to the ground huffing and puffing, thighs shaking, face red and slick from the fat's tears, hair a mess and all for what? 200 calories. The gym bunnies scoff at us.

It's not over, we drag our asses off the ground and do the damn Ab. workout that has been especially designed for you by you based on your many hours of research. Also based on the level of pain you are already in. (Did you know the abdominals are the only muscles you can work out consecutively without hurting yourself? It's true. Google told me.)

Every other day you gotta do the arms. Every other day you gotta do the arms. Every other day, you gotta do the arms. It's a chant, it helps.

In the end it's all worth it because last week I was barely able to push through and this week, I am a little more able to push through. I figure it just gets better from here.

Yesterday when the girls and I were eating having breakfast, Abby said she wanted an April to April calendar because her birthday was in April. I was like" Oh cool". "Yeah", she says, "That way I can keep track of all my farts, everyday." *blink. blink.* Yep, that's my girl.

That explains a lot about Rogue. He's got the convict vibe.

I know what you're talking about with the snow pirates. In Ohio, I had a guy that was practically blind, could barely walk, he was like 60 years old and reeked of liquor. He would come by every day to ask if I needed my walk cleaned off.  I would give him a twenty every now and then just cause I felt like he needed a twenty and he would go out and make this little line that ou could barely fit one foot in front of the other out to my car. Every time he would try and hustle me for an additional twenty cause he felt like there was a lot of snow. He was amazing on a whole 'nuther level.

I've recently discovered the joys of Oregon rain. Yeah. I'm thrilled. In addition to my self imposed depression I am now under near constant cloud cover. (Ahem) For the past two days I have a lake covering the road that is the only way in and out of Falcon Loop. Today Rick had to come to my work and start my car for me because I got water on the distrib...blah blah blah... My car wouldn't start.

So then I got drunk last week-end and apparently had a very good time singing karaoke at the bar but unfortunately I got a little too upset with one of Marty's friends and did some inappropriate gestures and slapped him in the face a few times. It was all fun and games but still. Somebody needs to get their shit under control. *Pointing finger at self* I am not here for others entertainment. That's wassup.

So here. I wrote something. <3

Hello Snow and Ice my old friend~

The weather is uber cray cray right now. BUT enough about that. Random things I have discovered during this time of semi hibernation.

1. I freakin love "Downtown Abbey" I mean L-O-V-E. It's additicting and I recommend everyone get hooked. Seriously, I need someone to talk to about it. I have totally fallen head over heals for PBS. I mean PBS blows away any other channel. Ok, you know how I feel about the CW so all other channels.

2. Rogue hates cops. I mean, like really hates. I don't know if he was a drug dealer in his past life but as a dog in this one he has a HUGE vendetta. So the cops and task force were at their usual monthly "visit" across the street this morning and Rogue was all annoyed and hostile. I used to think he only hated people and cars disturbing his sleep/window time but he only barks at cops. AND cop cars...it's weird and totally Van Hazel of him.

3. Doctors offices are nuts and full of nuts. I went to Rhino's appt this morning and fell right in with the crowd. It's a small office, you know the kind where everyone knows your name..wait..that sounds familar..I learned so much from a group of people that all knew each other. One was missing an arm so I learned a lot about "ghost arm" which I knew a little about phantom limbs prior but nothing to this caliber. I also learned that one guy was part of a "snow blowers union" I mean who knew...I even got to see his union card which had a snowman on it..very appropriate. I got some advice on ringtones from a man encouraging his brother to keep an open mind in lamaze. The waiting time went so fast.

4. Random people will come to your house and ask to shovel your snow...for money....like more than 2 dollars money...I mean one kid showed up with a broom...hey, we can't all be Rhodes scholars.

5. Finally, I learned that "snow days" are really the universe's way of saying, "Hey Am, slow down a little would ya...enjoy the little things....whether it be a British show, a dog with high moral standards, a room full of nuts, or a belly laugh from a broom kid.

Until next time,

Cakes xoxox

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