Motorcycle Adventures

Sometimes fate decides for you what your day will hold. I didn't think we would be sitting at Auto Zone at 2:30 in the afternoon with the bike, yet here we are. It's lovely bike weather for being January, 61 degrees. So we took advantage and went to Starbucks, mainly because I was insistent that I needed to buy a small purple squirrel ornament for $2, which I did. This small purple squirrel will accompany me for the next year, featuring in my 365 project of Pierre the Purple French Squirrel, the adventures of.
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But right, Auto Zone. We finished out coffee, suited up, and then Brad noticed a piece of plastic that really shouldn't be hanging off, hanging off. Zip ties to the rescue....
It's all good though! Now we're at a restaurant getting food- yippee! (I'm starved)

I miss the summer

I miss the glorious summer
the feel of grass and heat
That which we take for granted
Into bones seeps deep

I miss the passionate summer
Puppy feet in the grass
A quiet hum of the ac
Lulling me to sleep fast

I miss the eternal warm summer
When friends gathered round flames
And drank to the stars
And played teasing games

But I know when the summer
Arrives with it's heat
I'll miss the coolness of winter
And the silence of earth's sleep

Wishcasting Wednesday

Wishcasting Wednesday: Who Do You Wish to Have Tea With?

by JAMIE RIDLER on NOVEMBER 9, 2011

in DEVELOP A PRACTICE,WISHCASTING

The most resonating answer that filled me when thinking upon this question was: My Mom and sister. But not just any quickly made cup of tea- I'd want to be in a proper tea room, and be able to hand them each a cup of warm comfort with the hopes of watching the stress leave them and too rare smiles light them up.

We'd talk about happy things, and not for a moment would we complain or gripe or fret.

We'd savor the moment and feeling of togetherness, the deliciousness of companionship that makes a cup of tea sacred. I crave that connection- too often disregarded and forgotten in the hustle, bustle, and stresses of this stupidly modern world.

This Wednesday, I wish to feel connected, secure, and at peace with my family.

Napkin Becomes Dinosaur

Tuesdays at BWW

Tipsy artists Meet
Napkin becomes Dinosaur
Tony will be Pleased

The above haiku was written on the below napkin dinosaur. Tony, our proper-poetry-educated-bartender was suitably impressed. I was too.

Creepy Coffee

I put hot chocolate in my coffee at work. It upgrades it from coffee to "something mocha flavored with caffeine". The only hot chocolate I have at the moment contains marshmallows- so maybe that was the magical ingredient to cause this effect, but I looked down into my cup and was immediately alarmed and mesmerized by what I saw...

There were a few things that occurred to me.

A) it looked CREEPY.

B) ...Why are the bubbles rainbow-y?

C) "Marshmallows" do NOT look as appetizing in real life as the box makes them appear to be.

I did drink it, even though it resembled a combination of an oil spill and....I don't even know what.
Not the tastiest, but it served it's purpose.
I need a better way to upgrade my work-coffee.

Elephants and Dreams

Last night I dreamt I found a ring, with an elephant on it. In the dream, a woman offered to buy it from me- she was quite persistent, but I refused. Later I discovered that it was worth so much more than she had offered me -in fact it was priceless, and shifted to caress my finger's exact size, a magical ring that glimmered and felt like silk not silver. According to dream interpretation, this dream means I have emotionally committed to something. Oooh *grin*.

The cool part about having such a dream is that the artwork in this post was created as an art journal piece a few weeks ago, and speaks of a little elephant who learns to follow his own path and dreams. Perhaps my brain was just reminding me of this fact- it's surprising and fascinating what the subconscious persists in telling us. Apparently my subconscious speaks through elephants.

Great Danes and Happy Laundry

If you've ever wanted the amazement of owning a horse with the cuddly-ness of a dog, just invest in a great dane as a pet. If you want to experience the sensation of a stampede, put two of them in your yard, and stand perfectly still.

That's what we did today. After another brisk and lovely bike ride, we warmed ourselves in the hot tub, and then kidnapped the other family great dane to come play with ours. (AFTER returning home and getting the car of course. Great danes and motorcycles? hah) I highly recommend a hot tub as curative therapy by the way. Melting away one's tensions and troubles in hot bubbly water is what it must feel like to be a tired worn out towel thrown into the washing machine. I imagine the towel as happy and grateful to be put through the wash, as being warm and clean are important to me. If I were a piece of fabric to be laundered, I'd be so excited for the washing and drying part of my existence I'd be happy to get dirty. I'm just going to let that previous thought go without re-reading my sentence or wondering how that came off. Yeah.

Somehow I got from "watching two great danes run around is entertaining and terrifying" to "I would love to be a dirty sock in the washing machine". 

We'll call this post done for now.

Mostly because Brad is annoying me to come take pictures of the dogs. By throwing a tissue box at me. It is hereby dangerous to remain typing any longer.