“As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives. "~ Henry David Thorea”—I absolutely agree. You have to constantly remind yourself that our day to day lives are just a small step in our path of life. Keep moving forward and look at the bigger picture. Once the path it well made, our bigger picture will come into frame :)
It all starts with a birthday. My dear friend Julie turns 23. The anticipation builds while the Facebook attendees accepts grow.
Drew and i started our search for the perfect Julie presents and within minutes of our first store had picked out our gifts. A scarf and a stash box. Perfect julie presents. Drew dug through his basement and found us two tents. One of which hadn’t been used since his mom took it to Mongolia with her. Yeah.. that’s right MONGOLIAN DIRT! We pack up our blankets and pillows. I pack up boardgames and crafts. We wrap our gifts in bright blue paper and we head out for our adventure. With the wind in our hair and $15 worth of gas, we escape our routines. We leave our city and trade in bus routes for miles and miles or corn stalks.
Knowing what would happen when we crossed that line and entered into the sticks, made it a little easier. Detox. No internet and no phone. Just people. We arrive about an hour before dark and present Julie with her gifts and set to work on our tents. We realize that setting up tents is a lot easier when two things come into play, you’ve done it before and you have directions. However, without those two advantages.. its really sucks ass. Completing our dreadful task we joined the rest of the guests. Dark had fallen in around us but the bright happy faces helped keep the dark spirits at bay. Small talk and laughter echoed through the continuous and ongoing buzz of the summer bugs. Singing Happy Birthday while candles dripped wax into the most amazing carrot cake you’ve ever tasted and everyone smiles and cheers for you getting just another year older. Fireworks follow, all the men run in to help and all the women find themselves on the sidelines watching. It’s man work, let them blow themselves up for some fireworks that are sure illegal but may not work at all. With little faith us ladies watched on. The men however in their already drunken stature light her up and we watch as shoots up through the night sky and stars and explodes in to a circle of sparkles. We Ooh and Ahh with the best of them. Each one getting better and better. A large one that exploded much closer to the ground than the others shocked us as we stood just inside the “too close for comfort” sideline as the final firework was lit. It shot into the sky as excepted however once it left the tube blow, it self destructed and flew into a million scattering pieces, with drunken yells of, “That’s the best finale we could have asked for!” and “We couldn’t have done that twice if we tried.”
With everyone gathered together we all fight for our seats around the picnic table next to the fire pit. Kings is the game. Drunk is the side effect. That is if you play with beer and not with SmartWater as i did. However, thats just me. Little man rule came quickly as well as “drink each time you curse” which caught Travis the first ten seconds after he made that rule. The laughter and volume just grew and echoed throughout the open countryside. We all had our fun and games, some more drunk than others.
My cousin Chad, (who ever likes a “chad” anyway?) decided that even after i offered him my space on the bench that he’d make his own way in. The excessively drunk party guest to my left proceeded to spill his beer onto the table and into my lap. However it missed and dripped to ground between my knees. In his attempt help correct his mistake he slapped down a wad of papertowels onto the spilt beer. Which then splashed in my face. Which i was still calm and ok. No farm, no foul. Until chad leans across the table and pours his beer down my front and puddled into my lap. he’s always been the one person to just be a dick, but everyone just laughs it off, because its Chad. I guess its one of those rights that come by the name.
Checking in on the girls inside chatting is up and smoking inside, we discover the drunken german. Best explained when Chad suggested that i, “Leave the interview with Barbara Walters with 20/20” as she was yelling at us for not understanding that there is no ‘state’ of Palistennia. Venturing outside onto the music flooded front porch, smoking our cigarettes and passing the smoke around, it filled the night with magic. Laughter and smiles, the best way to share a birthday. Each person slowly disappeared to their tents and the rest of us gathered back around the picnic table. The drunken card games seemed less appealing to the ones of us already drunk enough or sobber enough, either way you look at it. I suggested Taboo and we made our own version of the game i had brought along.
We sat around passing the smoke around talking about politics and goverment. The failed school system we all went to. The hilarity of our youth until it was already well into 5am. Slowly i drug myself into my tent, curled up with my blanket and pillow and fell into much needed sleep.
I awoke to the sound of Beth. Rambling on about how everyone was awake but drew and i which were still sleeping in our separate tents… which she was only like two feet away from. nice. I slowly bring myself to admit it’s daylight and the sudden need for caffeine. The addiction runs deep with this one. Finding my way inside the house, the entire home is astir with slept in hair and…. yup, you guessed it. COW PANTS!
I will love my Roomie for evar and for always. he was sporting his too tight for a 7 year old pajama bottoms in cow print and no shirt. The best look he’s ever sported :P he offers coffee and the world looks a little brighter. Filling my cup and handing off the carafe to the others, i heard the word. The sound was so beautiful that if it had been sung, i would have cried happy tears. Pancakes! Rl quickly set out the ingredients and assigned Travis to pancake maker. They were so fluffy and amazing. Nom Nom Nom.
After coffee and food, we all feel a bit less hung over and a little more, “let’s face the day.” Sitting on the porch feeling the wind swirl around my cheeks and warmth slowly surround my body. It’s good to be out in the country. No online, no emails. No updates or downtime. Just laughter and smiles and really that’s all we ever need.
Poor Charity had locked her keys in her car, after the locksmith arrives to save her day we pass around a little and gives me enough pep to dance along to “Love is a rollacoasta baby” and dissemble my tent. The heat of the day starts seeping in and we find ourselves all snuggled into the cough in the a/c watching The IT Crowd.
Drew lost his phone sometime throughout the night and we searched diligently for it however, came up unsuccessful in finding it’s location. Drew finds shelter under the big acorn tree playing his guitar while i find myself useful in the kitchen hand washing dishes. The much adored slow pace of the countryside had already began working its way into all of our hearts.
The last of the guests say their goodbyes and echoes of Happy Birthday. We as well collect our belongings and go. Rolling the windows down on our car trip back to our little city we breathe in the last of the countryside. It was an amazing time and these are the moments i want to remember forever. Not for the drinks or the smokes. Not for the cow pants or bug bites we are all covered in. I want to remember it most for all the laughs and smiles <3
DIY Style: presents the No-Sew (which means awesome for those of us WITHOUT a sewing machine) Ribbon belt! Find a awesome ribbon and a few other required items (cheap cheap) and some crafty time, BAM! new belt at a fraction of the cost :D
Fuck you. For every person who ever feels the need to tell me, “it’s not you i’m yelling at personally its the company.” Or “I’m sorry, dont feel that i’m taking it out on you, i’m just upset at the situation.” You may feel like you’re making it better or making me feel better… YOURE FUCKING NOT. Think about what you’re saying for just a second. You’re pissed off and you are yelling and screaming in my ear, bitching me out about how you FEEL and how you are being treated for twenty minutes then sum it up by adding, “i’m not yelling at you personally, just the company.” Fuck you. Really. If you dont want me to fee like you’re personally attacking me, DONT. It’s that simple. Was anything ever solved by you bitching and yelling, no. If you ask questions or ask for assistance, we are more likely to help you solve your problem. Then if you still feel wronged, ask to go up the chain, every company has one. Dont insult me even further by asking me to thinking that every time you said “you people” and how we “intentionally try to screw you personally” it’s helping the situation because its not. Being condescending to the person over the phone may give you the ego boost you need but remember this. We can’t say what we really SHOULD say to you. I can’t tell you it’s your own fucking fault that you bought a ugly ass dress, and it doesn’t fit you in 3x and we don’t care 4x dresses… because thats a mumu. It’s also completely YOUR fault that you bought over 600 items in the past two months and you can’t find one of them in your “storage room” and so you blame US for not sending it in a brightly colored box so you could find it easier. We will always apologize to you, try to make it better, and solve all your stupid, insignificant and highly ignorant problems but when you feel the need to end your rambling and bitching with a “I’m not yelling at you..” statement, FUCK OFF.
This has been a friendly reminder, have a great day :)
“bored saturdays aren’t the same with out dad~ you find out who your real friends are when you can’t give them everything they want you know what its is” Anon FB-poster.
Seriously? You never make sense. I find this highly annoying. When you first became my friend on facebook..it was through your mother. You see you were in jail at the time your facebook account was created. She created it for you so she could update your ‘friends’ on your court proceedings and so she could start you a farm on Farmville. This was when i should have just ignored the request. I didn’t because, who knows? The worst of things happen to the best of people. I can honestly see you’re trying to be a proper law abiding citizen but what bothers me the most… is you are completely oblivious to how uneducated you sound. You dont try to correct your improper sentences, you dont even re-read what you’ve just typed. it’s a petpeeve i know and you seem to be trying but YOU are exactly who i hate being compared too.
You and I went to the same school.
You and I got the same diploma.
You and I were raised in the same town.
You have what i have always hate and never wanted to be compared too. You lack of ambition, lack of intelligence and just a lack of purpose.
You are what i never wanna be. That’s why i keep your statuses on my feed even though you annoy me and i detest you so. It’s to remind me i can always better myself, i can always better those around me, and we are to always continue learning. What other reason are we here?
There are so many injustices in our history. To research them is to live them and we are hiding our details away. Mark Twain’s autobiography has a purpose for sealing however, victims of sinking ships and allegations of being a spy. These are lives we are throwing away because someone somewhere wanted the truth covered up and lies to spread like wildfire. It’s a disgrace to our race, the human race.
Today is the day of dumbasses. I have gotten the stupidest people. I can handle people with valid problems, issues that need addressing, or questions that need answering. However, your complete claims of BS and ” i dont remember it so it didn’t happen” mentality can kiss my ass.