This and That...
Well! Now that I actually have a moment to breathe, I figure it’s time to catch up on the ol’ blog.
The camping trip:
Was great! OK, maybe not so great at first... The first day, it was too windy to do much but kayak, but still, the worst day of kayaking is better that the best day at work! It was still too cold at night, even though I had a camp heater, but it was better than the last time!
I started to get a little bored on the second day, so I decided to do what women do best when bored, I Decorated!
Of course, I had to lose the hoola girl at night, with the way the light from the fire hit it, it was throwing some scary ass shadows around the tent!
My pride and joy! A beer bottle windchime, lol. (Note: Only the Smirnoff bottle was mine.)
And ah... My Livingroom!
That was a lot of fun, but it gave me too much time to think about my life (which, oddly enough, was what I went camping for, but also what I was fighting desperately to avoid.) I did find out a few things about myself, but I’ll leave that for another post.
The third day was the BEST! The sun was out and it wasn’t too windy, perfect weather for kayaking and mountain biking. Which I did, all day long! It was so funny, there are different trails for different level of riders, and with this being my first trek of the summer I chose the easiest.
Now, I’m not familiar with the trails, so I asked the guy if they were marked well. He said they were and that I would be fine as long as I didn’t get on a red or orange trail (the two most difficult). So I take off, and I’m riding around and enjoying the exertion when suddenly, I find myself at the top of a huge ass hill. I’m looking at this path that goes almost straight down, and there’s a two inch wide wooden bridge, then the path goes almost straight up on the other side. I knew I was in over my head! I made it through that by using my brakes constantly on the way down, and walking the bike up the other side, only to find another hill on the other side! I thought I was going to die! And worse, I knew that I was no longer on the easy trail, which meant I was lost. If you’ve ever been on mountain bike trails, I’m sure you understand my fear.
So, I keep following the path up and down, around tight corners through brush and creeks. It was hell, but I had no choice. Finally I came to a 4-way and sure enough, I was on a red trail, and worse, I only had red trails to choose from. I took a right and thank goodness, it was only a few yards before I hit the main trail again. Talk about thanking your lucky stars! The rest of the way was so easy it was like riding on the road and by the time I got out, I was ready to go right back in! I tell ya, you just don’t know what you’re made of until you’re in over your head and you make it through anyway.
I was almost in tears as I tore down camp because I wanted to stay, but, I couldn’t.
The job interview:
Was great! I didn’t get the job (yet, because he had already promised it to someone else,) but if the person doesn’t take the job, he says I have it.
The garage sale:
Sucked. But then, I don’t think I’ve ever had a successful garage sale, and I didn’t really give it my full attention either. I didn’t wake up till noon on the first day, and I left at noon on the second day, because Jill came over and twisted my arm until I went shopping with her. :o)
The painting:
I started painting a chain link fence for my Aunt. At first, I tried doing it by hand (with a roller and a paint brush) because that’s what she suggested. Let me tell ya, if anyone ever tries to volunteer you into this job, run! Run like Hell! Unless you’re doing it for yourself because you want to save a few bucks, this is a totally psychotic way of painting a fence! It didn’t take me long to realize that without a spray gun, this job would never get finished. So I went at it today with a borrowed spray gun and covered twice the area in only a fraction of the time. Unfortunately, I ran out of paint before finishing. Yet another lesson learned, lol.
And that about wraps up my week. There’s a few things I’ve left out to save space, but that’s it in a nutshell.
The camping trip:
Was great! OK, maybe not so great at first... The first day, it was too windy to do much but kayak, but still, the worst day of kayaking is better that the best day at work! It was still too cold at night, even though I had a camp heater, but it was better than the last time!
I started to get a little bored on the second day, so I decided to do what women do best when bored, I Decorated!
Of course, I had to lose the hoola girl at night, with the way the light from the fire hit it, it was throwing some scary ass shadows around the tent!
My pride and joy! A beer bottle windchime, lol. (Note: Only the Smirnoff bottle was mine.)
And ah... My Livingroom!
That was a lot of fun, but it gave me too much time to think about my life (which, oddly enough, was what I went camping for, but also what I was fighting desperately to avoid.) I did find out a few things about myself, but I’ll leave that for another post.
The third day was the BEST! The sun was out and it wasn’t too windy, perfect weather for kayaking and mountain biking. Which I did, all day long! It was so funny, there are different trails for different level of riders, and with this being my first trek of the summer I chose the easiest.
Now, I’m not familiar with the trails, so I asked the guy if they were marked well. He said they were and that I would be fine as long as I didn’t get on a red or orange trail (the two most difficult). So I take off, and I’m riding around and enjoying the exertion when suddenly, I find myself at the top of a huge ass hill. I’m looking at this path that goes almost straight down, and there’s a two inch wide wooden bridge, then the path goes almost straight up on the other side. I knew I was in over my head! I made it through that by using my brakes constantly on the way down, and walking the bike up the other side, only to find another hill on the other side! I thought I was going to die! And worse, I knew that I was no longer on the easy trail, which meant I was lost. If you’ve ever been on mountain bike trails, I’m sure you understand my fear.
So, I keep following the path up and down, around tight corners through brush and creeks. It was hell, but I had no choice. Finally I came to a 4-way and sure enough, I was on a red trail, and worse, I only had red trails to choose from. I took a right and thank goodness, it was only a few yards before I hit the main trail again. Talk about thanking your lucky stars! The rest of the way was so easy it was like riding on the road and by the time I got out, I was ready to go right back in! I tell ya, you just don’t know what you’re made of until you’re in over your head and you make it through anyway.
I was almost in tears as I tore down camp because I wanted to stay, but, I couldn’t.
The job interview:
Was great! I didn’t get the job (yet, because he had already promised it to someone else,) but if the person doesn’t take the job, he says I have it.
The garage sale:
Sucked. But then, I don’t think I’ve ever had a successful garage sale, and I didn’t really give it my full attention either. I didn’t wake up till noon on the first day, and I left at noon on the second day, because Jill came over and twisted my arm until I went shopping with her. :o)
The painting:
I started painting a chain link fence for my Aunt. At first, I tried doing it by hand (with a roller and a paint brush) because that’s what she suggested. Let me tell ya, if anyone ever tries to volunteer you into this job, run! Run like Hell! Unless you’re doing it for yourself because you want to save a few bucks, this is a totally psychotic way of painting a fence! It didn’t take me long to realize that without a spray gun, this job would never get finished. So I went at it today with a borrowed spray gun and covered twice the area in only a fraction of the time. Unfortunately, I ran out of paint before finishing. Yet another lesson learned, lol.
And that about wraps up my week. There’s a few things I’ve left out to save space, but that’s it in a nutshell.
posted by RT at 1:13 PM
6 Comments:
Damn, that's a busy week. I'm extremely jealous that you had a camping trip like that. I miss them but my jobs kinda ruin the fun stuff for me. I'll keep my fingers crossed on the job (unless you aren't too sure about it and want to use the magic fingers for a better time.) Painting does suck... well painting things that aren't flat and have more airspace around them than they have area to coat suck.
LOL! I really want this job, but when you put it that way, "use the magic fingers for a better time"... :o)
Something about the painting that I didn't mention, but yet found amusing, was that my Aunt only bought 1 gallon of paint because she figured that even though the fence is roughly 5000 miles long, it's only 2 foot of actual area (and yeah, I'm exaggerating, but you know what I'm saying.) Of course, I didn't bother to correct her, 'cause I figured it wouldn't take me long to use up a gallon, har har. Unfortunately, that little trick backfired because it took me so much time to set up and break down the equipment. Oy!
It's like soft porn in here. ;o)
Liv, I'm jealous too! I didn't get to go camping last year, but once. Every damn time my brother went I had to work and there was no way out. SO, this year we plan on living at the lakes. You kayak, we jet ski, baby. I love, love, love it! It's about that time too!
I love the decorations. They give it that cozy feel. I love the colors you chose too. Brilliant. And I love the chime even more. I'm making one every time we go now! Woot! Thanks for the idea.
Wish you much luck with the job.
I never do good at yard sales either. Wait, that's because I never have one. I'm one of those, "just give it to the goodwill" people. Lazy. I just gave away lots of very nice toys of my son's and clothes of both of us. Stupid me.
I remember when I painted my house. Alone. I wanted to die. I think I did for a minute. Those fumes are harsh on the brain.
Liv, get my email? Could be fun?
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First time I went mountain biking, I was on a sidehill trail - if I went off the trail, it was a good 2 or 3 hundred feet almost straight down. Well, of course, being my first ride, I found a way to fall off the trail. Luckily, it was only down 10 feet to a ledge that went out about another 7 feet before the hillside would have dropped me down the remaining 250 or so...
But unluckily, I faceplanted it. On rocks. And poison oak.
Luckily, that's how I found out I don't react to poison oak.
Unluckily, I gashed myself real good, a vertical split cut from the middle of my chin up to between my upper lip and nose (on my philtrum).
Also unluckily, it was less than a week before my family reunion for my grandparents' 50th anniversary. I was looking dead sexy in that picture.
Although, I wasn't the center of attention, my mom was number 7 of 15 kids, so I had over 40 cousins to provide a good distraction to my mashed face in the picture.
Haven't been mountain biking since, although I do want to go again.
Wow Matty, your biking story sounds a lot like my first snow skiing story, lol. Come off the lift, down a short slope, and over a cliff! Of course, the more experienced skiers were able to make the 90 (:O There's no degree symbol on my keyboard! Oh Well...) 90 degree turn to go down the main slope. But I wasn't one of them. Thank goodness for that tree! Sonny Bono may not like 'em so much, but it's a feeling I can't share with him.
Jenn, I haven't tried jet skiing yet, but we use to take the Sea Doos out to Lake Mead all the time! Did you ever get going so fast that the wind sounded like music in your ears? I loved that!
And BTW, did I hear right? Is this first trip you're taking to LV for your B-Day???
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