Garagey I love you

I love organizing. End of post. No seriously I get A LOT of pleasure from a sweet looking garage labeled and "binned" up. I have that now! Don't be jealous. It took about four months to do it. ( not consistently obvi!) Now the car fits, the bikes are hung and best of all there is room for more shit. Love it. After it was done David and I sat there drank a beer and admired our work. That was his idea which I thought was so cute. There is a good no great chance that we will never use the crap in there but I get giddy thinking about the contents. If we go camping we are ready. If we need to have a giant propane burner with no pot we are covered and if we decide by some strange chance we need to hang our coats in the detached garage during an Iowa winter we have a lovely wooden coat rack to0. The walls are adorned with shovels, nets and bicycle tires. There is no real reason for saying that other than the fact that I thought it was impressive that the word adorned popped into my head and I knew how to use it. Or so I think. I am off to have a celebratory frozen pizza adorned with cheese now I'm just being ridiculous and repetitive for no good reason. Seriously though it's a cheese pizza. Tony's which I think is the best right after Stouffers french bread pizza. Tomorrow I am going to a Baaa of Soap class. I'll explain later. ( if I remember)

That's Not Funny

This dedication goes out to all my readers who use humor as their exclusive means of handling pain...don't do it. Sometimes you just have to sit and feel and feel and cry and scream and read and journal and cry and knit. Sometimes when things fall apart it takes time and patience to put it all back together and in the end you may have a totally different thing and you should be prepared for it. I am kinda. I'm waiting patiently-ish. What's it all about? I don't know but I am definitely regretting saying a bunch of positive and uplifting stuff to my friends and family because now they spew it back to me and it makes me wanna scream because mostly it's the truth. One of my favorite concepts is perception gathers information to make your beliefs real. When I'm all warm and fuzzy I just love it. And I believe it then too but the worst part of it is to still remember it when your down in el dumpo. My perception right now is working over time to gather shitty information and I'm going to punch it in it's little negative face.
I started this blog because I wanted to do something new. I wanted to do more on the Internet. (I know I'm a few years behind but so be it) Sometimes I'm funny and sometimes I'm dark and twisty. You just never know. Good Luck out there it's fucking scary. Medicate yourself accordingly.