Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Purely updatical



Picture from day 2

I'm continuing to love my time in Bellingham. I got a job as a part-time nanny for now and I'm loving the family I work for. Four adorable, friendly, funny little boys and super friendly parents. I pretty much am serving as part-time mom- doing lots of laundry, dishes, and lunch cooking. The hours and pay are great, but unfortunately I still could really use either another part-time job or a switch to a full. I am already battling feelings of guilt about potentially having to leave this job, but I guess when it comes down to survival I will have to go with what is working out best for me.

One of the perks of my job- Rudy. We have become best friends (Pic. day 4)

With the beginning of the new year comes my regular uptake of my Bloomsday training regime. Fourth year as my exercise motivator! Luckily, I feel that Bellingham is the ultimate place to be a runner (which I purely pose as). Everyday it's like, should I go run on the boardwalk? Or on the interurban trail? Or around this lake? Or the other lake? Or this amazing mountain? or that enormous park? There are just beautiful and diverse locations to go in every direction. Thanks to my obsessive Criminal Minds watching I have begun to carry maize with me, which I should probably be thankful for because I used to be far too carefree in my lifestyle. However, in general I have turned into a paranoid freak. I mean I hate answering our front door because I have am just waiting for a crazy murder to pick me at random to be his next kill. Criminal Minds may have to go on haitus for me to get back to normal. Which is hard because there are usually two Criminal Minds marathons going on in any given night. What else could be as deserving of my time?
Anyways, today I went to Whatcom Falls Park for my run and it was absolutely breathtaking. I felt like I was back in the jungle around Victoria Falls. Such lush vegetation with waterfalls and mossy bridges popping up at every turn. There were so many forks leading off from my chosen trail and I am overwhelmed with the exploring possibilities. I especially can't wait to go back with my camera so that I can show how I am not exaggerating. And speaking of pictures... my ambitious goal of taking a picture everyday is kind of working out-in that I am taking a picture everyday- but I realized that making a blog for a picture everyday is extremely unrealistic for me and also kind of stupid because, I think we are all pretty aware that my life really isn't that interesting. So I will continue to post my daily picture, no matter how lame they are (which they are right now, but I think they will potentially get better), but will only write when I have the time.

My nighttime nook (Loving this Hemingway)- Pic day 3

Friday, January 22, 2010

Speck

Yesterday I must have just been really into looking into new hobbies because besides starting a blog, I also looked into taking photography classes at Whatcom CC and decided they were far too expensive and unnecessary and so instead I just did some expert googling and found a great photography tips sight. After spending hours reading ideas about how to make me pictures better and what ISO actually is/does and blah blah blah I decided that to make my blog a little more interesting, I'm going to take a picture every single day for a year and write a little something about its part in my life. Sometimes I will try to have a neato photo (aka an attempt at artistic), and other times I'm just going to take a picture of something important in my life. Today it's my "new" Honda Accord station wagon "Speck." Speck was named after his adorable acne problem (or paint-flecking problem if you choose to view Speck not as a person, which I guess is your prerogative) and after Pee-Wee Herman's dog (That was for my mom, she loves Pee-Wee). Speck was given to me by my mom and stepdad as a Christmas/graduation present, and I must say Speck and I couldn't be happier with our betrothal. We have already spent 20+ serious road hours together and every day I just fall more and more in love. Speck has everything I could ever want or need, from an i-pod friendly tape deck, to the largest cargo space ever, which was absolutely perfect for moving all my stuff across the state and transporting furniture from Value Village into my room. Speck is only two years younger than I am and I can't wait to spend many more great gas mileage years together.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

In defense of starting a blog

My immediate feeling upon creating a blog is embarrassment. Because I don't have any great reason to write a blog like my other friends who have actually exciting, worth-reading...ton (The name of my blog. Is it lame? I think its kind of funny. You know. It's my last name! and reading! together!) adventures of studying abroad or getting married, I just feel plain narcissistic in deciding to regularly put out blogging emissions into the internet atmosphere. But before you judge me too harshly, allow me to defend myself for my new hobby...

My biggest reason for having a blog is my awful to-go phone situation. It is pretty much the same as a no-phone situation. I just graduated from college, and then promptly disappeared to lovely, but distant Bellingham. Everyday I feel guilt at already losing contact with my Spokane lovers, Montana soul-mate, and of course my mom and sisters. I can't call, I am awful at texting, and I am already addicted enough to checking my email as it is. I know a blog is hardly the solution. I mean it definitely offers no two-way communication, but at least in one fell swoop I can announce any important news in my life. Which there never really is, but I am really good at making things sounds good. How great of a friend am I? "Hey...um don't really care what's up with you, but thought you were probably dyinnnggg to know what is going on with me and my exciting, job-less, loser life, so I made a blog for you to follow." See narcissism may just be an un-escapable by-product of blogging.

My second, and even more selfish reason for starting a blog is my love to write and my new lack of outlets to do so. Without school constantly burning my brain from the inside out, I find myself already feeling quite worthless. A new job will probably clean this problem right up, but nonetheless, I am ready to chronicle the page-turning moments in my life- without the hassle of diary writings cramps, etc. Plus with the pressure of others being able to read my thoughts, I will avoid the awful experience of re-reading my most intimate past ideas that almost always turn out to be incredibly inane and embarrassing. Reading my journal from the 8th grade just leaves me questioning if anyone could have actually sincerely liked me at that point in my life. Probably true answer: no. So I just feel I would benefit from having some sort of audience (even imaginary) to semi-edit what I put into writing that will then be left to make me cringe for years to come.

So there you have it. Two not so very convincing reasons of my new outlet. I know my life is hardly exciting, but I also feel that graduating from college automatically means starting a new chapter in my book of life, and I think my future, older, richer self may appreciate my now current self taking the time to write down what I currently feel is quite trivial. Now it is time to start telling my tales of travel since I dropped off the face of the earth upon graduation. But for the intent of creating a cliff hanger, I will leave that task for another day. Also it's 7:30 and I not eaten dinner, which I usually NEED to have by 5:30 because I still operate off the same time divisions as 5 year olds and old people.
How are you supposed to sign off on a blog? Till next time? Thanks for stopping by? All of the above? I will sleep on this.