Thursday, April 24, 2008

Just a Brief Word on the Smokies

Corey and I had an absolute blast last weekend. It was the perfect way to celebrate our birthdays and our anniversary.

For some reason, however, I just don't feel like divulging any details really. Not that the details are all that graphic or boring. I just don't feel like it. Call it laziness, call it whatever you will.

Just a few points of interest and a couple pics:

1. If you're staying somewhere with a hot tub and you start coughing from all the chlorine fumes in the tub, don't stay in for four hours.

2. Don't drink half a bottle of Gentleman Jack in a hot tub with too much chlorine (see #1).

3. Chlorine burn sucks (see #s 1&2)

4. If the description of the trail says "Easy to Moderate" NEVER count on it being more easy than moderate.

5. Grown men will squeal like girls if surprised by two King snakes impersonating rattle snakes.

6. Stay away from the trail edge if it's covered in leaves.

7. Log cabins in the middle of nowhere really are marvelous vacation spots (despite and even because of creeks you have to ford to get there).

8. McKay's Used Books and CDs is the happiest place on earth.

9. 30 is not so bad.

10. My boyfriend is the coolest man in the world.

There were pretty flowers everywhere. :^)
Corey might decide to hibernate.
Have Booney hat and water shoes, will travel.
Obligitory kissy pic.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Ideas and Anticipation

This is going to be the slowest three days of work ever.

I can't WAIT until Thursday. I'm sitting here in the midst of a bunch of loud rednecks who consider themselves masters of the universe and I'm itching to get out of here. I'm turning up the Incubus song playing from my mixed CD, but anytime I play music here at work, it just kind of adds to the chaos that my ears can't handle. I just wish they'd duck back into their offices so their inordinately loud voices would be muffled some.

This little trip up to the mountains will be such a relief. I've been spending my (hours of) down time looking up trails near the cabin where we're staying. With every picture of some gorgeous waterfall, the anticipation has been building and building until I just had to stop my search lest I run screaming out the office door.

I try not to be so melodramatic about my job, and really try to get over myself and stop being so miserable at the office, but lately it's been more than I can rein in. I manage to maintain composure, but I swear there are some days when I think I'm just going to crawl right out of my skin. I'm not built to be sitting tied to a desk all the time. I'm built to be out exploring and recording and doing a little bit of everything. I'm sure everybody says that, though.

Before I start in with all the complaining again (I'm really sorry I complain all the time - I tell Corey that on a daily basis, bless his heart), let me just say that I'm uber excited about the trip. I'm sure for some folks this kind of trip is nothing, but this is the first REAL vacation I've had in nearly two years. And the one two years ago was only a weekend. This is 4 days - not much more than a weekend, but I'll take it.

Also, I came up with an idea. I think it's an idea. I kind of want to start a blog of short fiction, but with kind of a theme. I don't want to say anything about it until I really start working on it, but I think I might like to get someone to help me out and do illustrations - make it kind of a mix of an e-zine, blog, literary site type thing - maybe even expand the theme to include other media. We'll see. Anyway, it's in my head cooking. I'm going to attempt to write a few introductory things while we're in the mountains (if I can miraculously figure out how to write short fiction at the same time).

Maybe after this trip I won't be all complainy - here's hoping.

Don't ask me why I felt like posting this, but it just popped into my head and I like it.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

In about 3 weeks, the downward slide begins.

I am an old timer, old timer
It's too late to die young now
Old timer, five and dimer
Trying to find a way to age like wine somehow

I don't know if I'd consider myself an old timer, but here I am looking up at it; almost even with my line of sight.

Yep, the big 3-0. I'm still not sure how I feel about it. Corey keeps telling me that I'll like it better on the other side. He's probably right. The more I think about it, the more I realize that I just want to go ahead and be 30 and not worry about it.

The only thing that has been bugging me about my age lately is my career situation (or my lack thereof) compared to that of many people I know that are the same age or younger. It seems like all of my old friends that find me on myspace or facebook are very successful. They have great jobs that they like (if they don't love it) that pay very well. I get so embarassed to tell them that I've accomplished dick-all and that I can't even get it together enough to buy a house. In high school and college, everyone expected me to move way away from Calhoun and become successful in one way or another. Well, me too kids.

I guess I still kind of feel like a kid. I know that it keeps me young and blah, blah, but it also makes me feel like a slacker, a loser, a failure. It's taken me way too long to grow up. The thing that kills me is that I shouldn't be like this. I'm too smart to be in this (lack of) situation. At least that's what I keep telling myself.

At least I'm almost finished with the MT certification. Hopefully I'll find a job fairly quickly and start being less of a loser.

Forgetting all that, Corey and I are celebrating our birthdays in style (he'll be 35). We're heading up to a cabin in the woods to spend several days away from EVERYTHING and EVERYBODY because we need it. We're not even telling anybody where we're going. The reply is "somewhere in the Smokies." We're heading up on his birthday, coming home on mine, and in the middle, we'll be celebrating our one-year anniversary. It's a package celebration, and we're doing it up right.

I'm hoping and praying that my 30s will be as enjoyable as the way I'm starting them.

I couldn't find the Todd Snider song I quoted above ("Age Like Wine"), but I found this great video of him doing Seattle Grunge Rock Blues and telling a story.

What would you most like to see on my new website for unpublished writers?