Day five consisted of A LOT of walking! Half of it in the rain. I started out by wandering around the Pike Place Market. If you ever go to Seattle I strongly urge you to check out the market! It is awesome! The first shop I saw was Pike Place Fish, home of the "low flying fish". It was so cool! If somebody ordered fish a guy in front would grab the fish, yell something at the guy in the back, and then throw the fish. I could've stood there all day and watched, but I had other things to do.
I wandered further into the market and saw many awesome things! I was surprised at how many flower stands there were...all run by Asians (if I remember correctly). There were all different kinds of flowers and they were so pretty! One of the first things I noticed when I arrived in Seattle was the number of people walking around downtown carrying a bouquet of flowers. I'm assuming they purchased the flowers at the market. While in the market I stumbled upon a pasta stand. It turns out the man running it is from Laramie, WY. How crazy is that? Small world. :)
After leaving the market I walked 12 blocks down 1st Ave. and a few blocks up Jackson Street to the International District. My main reason for wanting to go to the International District was so I could eat some authentic Asian food...particularly Dim Sum. I wandered around for a bit and then decided it was time to eat. The only problem...there were tons of restaurants to choose from. I saw a small restaurant with pictures of their Dim Sum options in the window so I checked it out and decided it was too busy. I really didn't want to wander into a really busy Asian Restaurant by myself. I could just imagine the looks I'd get. I started walking back down the street and an Asian man stopped me and asked me if I was looking for a place to eat. I told him I was and said he was too, but he didn't want to eat alone. He asked me to join him so I agreed. We walked a few blocks to a large, very busy restaurant. After waiting for 20-30 minutes we were seated. I'm so glad I ran into Tim cause I couldn't understand a single thing the waitress was saying! We ordered a few dishes of Dim Sum. I have no idea what they were called but they were all very delicious! We also enjoyed some Oolong tea. After lunch Tim wandered with me around the district. He took me to a grocery store so I could see all the different items. There were so many strange things, but it was really neat. Tim even bought me a rice cake filled with red beans so I could sample Asian dessert. It was good, but not something I'd eat all the time. I was getting a little nervous cause he kept talking about how he's still single and he kept mentioning that he makes great money so finally I ditched him as politely as I could. I told him I had to get back to my Hostel to do some things, thanked him for everything, and then I hurried on my way.
I walked quite a ways down Jackson Street and when I determined that Tim wasn't following me I walked down Occidental Ave. so I could check out Qwest Field, home of the Seahawks and Sounders, and Safeco Field, home of the Mariners. I then walked all the way back up into the Pioneer District. I was pretty tired and my feet and lower part of my jeans were soaked so I sat down on a park bench to rest. Shortly after, a big black man sat down next to me...and lit up a joint! Haha! He was talking away and half the time I couldn't understand him cause he was talking so fast, but he was very nice so I sat and listened. We talked about all kinds of stuff and I found out that he grew up in Kansas City, MO and that his name is James. He asked me to take his picture, so I did. He then asked me to send it to him when I got home, which I will do. :) After talking to James for about a half hour or so I told him I had better be on my way as I still had lots to see. He thanked me for making his day brighter and for being a beautiful ray of sunshine and then he gave me a big bear hug and a kiss on the cheek. I thanked him for making my day better too and I went on my way.
I walked a couple blocks and happened to be walking past Diva Dollz (the vintage inspired clothing store I fell in love with the night before) and noticed they were open! Uh oh! :) I wandered inside and fell deeper in love! It was a very quaint shop full of the most amazing clothes, shoes, and jewelry! I tried on a few things and ended up buying an outfit, which I paid an ungodly amount of money for. I don't even want to talk about it. I decided vintage inspired clothing is a huge weakness of mine and I better try my hardest to never go in that shop or another vintage inspired clothing store ever again...unless I become extremely rich. :)
I decided I needed to change my shoes cause they were soaked so I stopped at my car, which was parked near the Hostel and I made the big mistake of putting on my old worn out "chucks" instead of my nice running shoes. I then walked 16 blocks to the Space Needle. The view from the top was amazing!! Luckily the sun had come out so you could see quite a ways. I stayed in the needle for a while and then walked down to the Waterfront. I started walking up the Waterfront towards Pike Place Market, which was another 16 or so blocks away. By this time I realized that it was a huge mistake for me to have opted for my "chucks" instead of my running shoes. My feet were hurting and I could tell the bottom of my pinkie toes were blistered. It was quite an uncomfortable walk back to the Pike Place Market area. I stopped in a few shops along the Waterfront, ate at Ivar's Fish Bar, which I thought was pretty much like a Long John Silver's.
After eating I made my way back to the Hostel, showered, and got ready for bed. All that walking wore me out! I'd like to know how many miles I walked. By my calculations I walked well over 100 blocks on day five! Probably between 120 and 130 blocks. Holy cow...no wonder my feet were hurting!! Next time I walk that far I will be sure to wear my running shoes.
"The longest journey begins with a single step." ~ Lao Tsu
"Good things happen when you meet strangers." ~ Yo-Yo Ma
(I still haven't gotten my pictures downloaded so bear with me. They will be posted as soon as I have time.)
Monday, June 7, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Self-Discovery Trip: Day 4
I'm home now, but I need to play catch up with my trip. :) I'm not gonna lie...on day four I slept in. I needed the rest! After I finally got ready and hauled all my crap back out to the car I headed to Seattle. I stopped at Mount St. Helens on the way, but I couldn't see it! :( They said it had been days since they've seen the famous volcano, due to the cloudy weather. Bummer. So what I did instead was drive to the nearest gas station, bought the biggest taco salad (for only $3.99) ever, and headed back to the St. Helens visitor center to picnic. It was slightly drizzly, but they had a couple picnic tables under some trees. It was a nice picnic and the taco salad was great!
After my picnic I headed on my merry little way towards Seattle. Once again, though, I veered off course. I was driving through Olympia and saw a sign mentioning the Capitol Building. I thought, "Why not? It will be good to see the Capitol Building of another state." So, I drove to the site of the Capitol and luckily it wasn't too far off the Interstate. I walked around the grounds and took pictures of some amazing war memorials. I then got to go inside the legislative building. It was awesome!
After I was done at the Capitol I was back on my merry way. I made it to Seattle and followed the GPS directions to where the Hostel I wanted to stay in was suppose to be. Unfortunately the Hostel was under construction. Fortunately the GPS system I borrowed will tell you where the nearest lodging sites are. Low and behold, there was another Hostel in the same area...actually a much better area than the first one was in! It was directly across the street from the Pike Place Market and between the Space Needle and the International District! Everything I planned to do and see was within walking distance of The Green Tortoise Hostel!!! How lucky can I get?! So I checked into the Hostel and headed to my room. I liked this one much more than the Hostel in Portland. Don't get me wrong. The Northwest Portland International Hostel was very nice, but The Green Tortoise had curtains on the bunks so you could have a tiny bit of privacy and each bunk had its own light and fan! Plus there were more bathrooms so you weren't nervous to take a shower longer than 5 minutes.
Once I got settled in I headed out into the city. I wandered the Pike Place Market but it was already closed for the day so I found my way to the Waterfront. Seattle sits right on the Puget Sound so there were many freight ships and sail boats to see. I wandered the Waterfront for a bit and then decided to eat at a seafood restaurant right on the pier. I had fried oysters! Mmmm. :) After eating I wandered a little further down the pier and then crossed back over into the hustle and bustle of the city. I ended up right in the middle of the Pioneer District, which is one of the places I wanted to see. It's an old part of town and has some awesome character about it. While in the Pioneer District I stumbled upon a store that made my jaw hit the ground. It was a vintage inspired clothing store! I LOVE vintage inspired clothing! Unfortunately they were closed, so I had to be happy with just admiring the vintage clad mannequins in the windows.
After some admiring and drooling (haha) I finally made my way back up to the Green Tortoise to get some sleep.
"The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see." ~ Gilbert K. Chesterton
After my picnic I headed on my merry little way towards Seattle. Once again, though, I veered off course. I was driving through Olympia and saw a sign mentioning the Capitol Building. I thought, "Why not? It will be good to see the Capitol Building of another state." So, I drove to the site of the Capitol and luckily it wasn't too far off the Interstate. I walked around the grounds and took pictures of some amazing war memorials. I then got to go inside the legislative building. It was awesome!
After I was done at the Capitol I was back on my merry way. I made it to Seattle and followed the GPS directions to where the Hostel I wanted to stay in was suppose to be. Unfortunately the Hostel was under construction. Fortunately the GPS system I borrowed will tell you where the nearest lodging sites are. Low and behold, there was another Hostel in the same area...actually a much better area than the first one was in! It was directly across the street from the Pike Place Market and between the Space Needle and the International District! Everything I planned to do and see was within walking distance of The Green Tortoise Hostel!!! How lucky can I get?! So I checked into the Hostel and headed to my room. I liked this one much more than the Hostel in Portland. Don't get me wrong. The Northwest Portland International Hostel was very nice, but The Green Tortoise had curtains on the bunks so you could have a tiny bit of privacy and each bunk had its own light and fan! Plus there were more bathrooms so you weren't nervous to take a shower longer than 5 minutes.
Once I got settled in I headed out into the city. I wandered the Pike Place Market but it was already closed for the day so I found my way to the Waterfront. Seattle sits right on the Puget Sound so there were many freight ships and sail boats to see. I wandered the Waterfront for a bit and then decided to eat at a seafood restaurant right on the pier. I had fried oysters! Mmmm. :) After eating I wandered a little further down the pier and then crossed back over into the hustle and bustle of the city. I ended up right in the middle of the Pioneer District, which is one of the places I wanted to see. It's an old part of town and has some awesome character about it. While in the Pioneer District I stumbled upon a store that made my jaw hit the ground. It was a vintage inspired clothing store! I LOVE vintage inspired clothing! Unfortunately they were closed, so I had to be happy with just admiring the vintage clad mannequins in the windows.
After some admiring and drooling (haha) I finally made my way back up to the Green Tortoise to get some sleep.
"The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see." ~ Gilbert K. Chesterton
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Self-Discovery Trip: Day 3
I spent the morning of day three walking around the Pearl District and the Saturday Market in Portland. The first place I went to was Powell's City of Books. It is an amazing book store! It is huge! There are numerous rooms...named after a color. For example, the orange room contained books about crafting and cooking. The rose room contained books for children and books on how to teach children. I purchased a book about cake decorating and a book I loved when I was a child. Animalia. I thought Pacen might like it. I really didn't go into any other stores in the Pearl District but I did wander around and down to China Town. I was not impressed with China Town. It was dirty and rather scary.
My next stop was at the Portland Saturday Market. I loved it! If I lived in Portland I would probably spend many weekends at the market. It is right next to the river. There is live music and numerous booths containing arts and crafts, food, jewelry, etc. I stumbled upon a booth with the most amazing art pieces. I fell in love with many of the pieces and ended up buying two. The artist is Sienna Morris. She draws her pieces using the numbers of the clock: one through twelve...to "signify time in a fleeting moment". I suggest you check out her work...it is amazing!
I then checked into the Doubletree Hotel and got ready for my cousin's (Kirby) wedding (there was even a swag bag for the wedding, containing a 40 of PBR, peanuts, chex mix, PSU pins, etc.). The wedding was on the roof top of the Urban Center at Portland State University. I ended up riding the MAX to the Urban Center with the bride (Bronwen), her family, the bridesmaids, and my family. The ceremony was very nice and very short. The best kind. :) After the ceremony everyone hung out on the roof sipping champagne. The reception was held at the hotel and it was absolutely amazing! Everything was gorgeous and the band was absolutely fantastic! (If you ever get a chance to hear "The New Groove" band I suggest you take the opportunity!)
The wedding had a rather unique "theme". Mustaches. Each table at the reception had a picture of a famous mustached man. To figure out what table you were seated at you had to find your name on a chocolate mustache on a stick. I was seated at the "Hulk Hogan table". I think my table was probably the most fun! We had so much fun with the mustache's, some fake tattoos that were put on each table (with stickers that said "Keep Portland Weird"), and we laughed a lot. I ate some amazing food, danced my butt off, and hung out with my cousins. It was a great night.
"A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person." ~ Mignon McLaughlin
(I will post pictures after I return home.)
My next stop was at the Portland Saturday Market. I loved it! If I lived in Portland I would probably spend many weekends at the market. It is right next to the river. There is live music and numerous booths containing arts and crafts, food, jewelry, etc. I stumbled upon a booth with the most amazing art pieces. I fell in love with many of the pieces and ended up buying two. The artist is Sienna Morris. She draws her pieces using the numbers of the clock: one through twelve...to "signify time in a fleeting moment". I suggest you check out her work...it is amazing!
I then checked into the Doubletree Hotel and got ready for my cousin's (Kirby) wedding (there was even a swag bag for the wedding, containing a 40 of PBR, peanuts, chex mix, PSU pins, etc.). The wedding was on the roof top of the Urban Center at Portland State University. I ended up riding the MAX to the Urban Center with the bride (Bronwen), her family, the bridesmaids, and my family. The ceremony was very nice and very short. The best kind. :) After the ceremony everyone hung out on the roof sipping champagne. The reception was held at the hotel and it was absolutely amazing! Everything was gorgeous and the band was absolutely fantastic! (If you ever get a chance to hear "The New Groove" band I suggest you take the opportunity!)
The wedding had a rather unique "theme". Mustaches. Each table at the reception had a picture of a famous mustached man. To figure out what table you were seated at you had to find your name on a chocolate mustache on a stick. I was seated at the "Hulk Hogan table". I think my table was probably the most fun! We had so much fun with the mustache's, some fake tattoos that were put on each table (with stickers that said "Keep Portland Weird"), and we laughed a lot. I ate some amazing food, danced my butt off, and hung out with my cousins. It was a great night.
"A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person." ~ Mignon McLaughlin
(I will post pictures after I return home.)
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Self-Discover Trip: Day 2
On the second day of my trip I slept a little longer than planned, but I really needed the rest. I checked out of the hotel between 6:30 and 7:00 and drove part way around Coeur d'Alene Lake. It is beautiful! I then headed toward Portland. I didn't make many stops between Coeur d'Alene and Portland, as there really wasn't much to see. I was actually very surprised at how barren the East side of Washington is. I did stop at a country market to buy some fresh cherries though. I saw a sign along the highway and I just had to stop. I love cherries! :)
Most of the rest of the drive to Portland was along the Oregon/Washington border, which is the Columbia River. The river is huge and the gorge is WINDY! I stopped at a gorgeous rest area between The Dalles and Hood River. Yeah, I put the words gorgeous and rest area in the same sentence. :) It was probably the nicest rest area I've ever seen. Hood River is where the scenery started to become breath taking! The mountains are amazing and everything was so green! BEAUTIFUL!
I arrived in Portland about 2:00 p.m. (Portland time) and found Northwest Portland International Hostel, which is where I stayed. It was the first time I ever stayed in a hostel and I liked everything about it, except for the fact that you have to try to be super quiet cause your roommates are sleeping. When you're trying to be super quiet the sound of a zipper zipping seems as loud as a foghorn!
After I checked into the hostel I headed to run some errands (buy shoes for the wedding and a wedding gift). That is when the 2nd "incident" of the trip happened. I locked the keys in my car. Ugh. Luckily the DSW Shoe Warehouse ladies helped me out and found a number for me to call. About 45 minutes later I was back on my merry little way. I headed to the International Rose Test Garden and the Portland Japanese Garden. Both were very beautiful and the smell of the Rose Garden was absolutely wonderful! It rained the whole time I was touring, but I had an umbrella so it was just fine. I also checked out Pittock Mansion. The parking lot was empty (except for one car) so I took a picture of the mansion and left. It was somewhat eerie.
By the time I got back to the hostel it was about time for the "meet and greet" party for the wedding. I got ready and drove to the bar where the party was. I got there at the perfect time...my dad's cousin, Mike (groom's father), and his wife had just pulled up. I met a lot of people and had a good time. I ended up staying later than I had planned, talking and playing shuffle board with my cousins and some of their friends, but it was great! By the time I got back to the hostel everyone in my room was asleep.
"The world is a book, and those who do not travel, read only a page." ~ Saint Augustine
Most of the rest of the drive to Portland was along the Oregon/Washington border, which is the Columbia River. The river is huge and the gorge is WINDY! I stopped at a gorgeous rest area between The Dalles and Hood River. Yeah, I put the words gorgeous and rest area in the same sentence. :) It was probably the nicest rest area I've ever seen. Hood River is where the scenery started to become breath taking! The mountains are amazing and everything was so green! BEAUTIFUL!
I arrived in Portland about 2:00 p.m. (Portland time) and found Northwest Portland International Hostel, which is where I stayed. It was the first time I ever stayed in a hostel and I liked everything about it, except for the fact that you have to try to be super quiet cause your roommates are sleeping. When you're trying to be super quiet the sound of a zipper zipping seems as loud as a foghorn!
After I checked into the hostel I headed to run some errands (buy shoes for the wedding and a wedding gift). That is when the 2nd "incident" of the trip happened. I locked the keys in my car. Ugh. Luckily the DSW Shoe Warehouse ladies helped me out and found a number for me to call. About 45 minutes later I was back on my merry little way. I headed to the International Rose Test Garden and the Portland Japanese Garden. Both were very beautiful and the smell of the Rose Garden was absolutely wonderful! It rained the whole time I was touring, but I had an umbrella so it was just fine. I also checked out Pittock Mansion. The parking lot was empty (except for one car) so I took a picture of the mansion and left. It was somewhat eerie.
By the time I got back to the hostel it was about time for the "meet and greet" party for the wedding. I got ready and drove to the bar where the party was. I got there at the perfect time...my dad's cousin, Mike (groom's father), and his wife had just pulled up. I met a lot of people and had a good time. I ended up staying later than I had planned, talking and playing shuffle board with my cousins and some of their friends, but it was great! By the time I got back to the hostel everyone in my room was asleep.
"The world is a book, and those who do not travel, read only a page." ~ Saint Augustine
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Self-Discovery Trip: Day 1
I left Lusk at 5:00 this morning on what I'm calling a "self-discovery trip". My cousin, Kirby, is getting married on Saturday in Portland, Oregon. I decided I wanted attend the wedding, but I didn't want to fly, so I planned a big road trip! I'm not going to tell you all about the road trip just yet...I want to do it on a day-to-day basis (if I have time), so here is day 1:
Like I mentioned above, I left at 5:00 a.m. For those of you that know me, that is extremely early for me. I am not a morning person...at all. I did really well until about two hours into the trip when I was between Casper and Buffalo (very boring stretch of highway) and then I started getting very drowsy. When I got to Buffalo I stopped to grab a coffee and after that I was fine.
Last night my dad told me not to treat this trip like a "mission". He told me to take time to stop and see the sights and enjoy the scenery. My parents took across country bike trip before I was born. They were gone for two months and only took two rolls of pictures! They even rode right by the Grand Ol' Opry and didn't stop! So, I took my dad's advice and I stopped at the Little Bighorn Battlefield...and I took lots of pictures. :)
After that stop I didn't really see anything of interest except the Louis and Clark Caverns. That sounded neat, but it was a ways off the Interstate so I didn't check it out (I still had four hours to drive and it was 3:00). I did stop and take some pictures of the mountains though. Montana has so many gorgeous mountain ranges.
My goal for today was to make it to Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. I had just passed St. Regis, Montana (about 80 miles from Coeur d'Alene) when I blew a tire. Seriously, the whole middle section of tire came off and flew across the Interstate. I did what any independent semi-young woman would do in such a situation...I pulled to the side of the road and changed my tire. While changing my tire dangerously close to the lanes of traffic I discovered something. 98% of people driving through Montana don't care that a semi-young woman is trying to change a tire...they stay in the right lane instead of moving to the left lane. Even semi's stayed in the right lane, which was very scary. So after 10 minutes or so my "doughnut" was successfully put on the car and I'm thinking I'm ready to roll to the next exit to get help, but fate had other plans for me. While I was changing my tire the battery died. Seriously! Well crap, a dead battery is definitely something I can't fix on my own with just one vehicle, so I called 911. The lady who answered (after 6 rings or so) informed me that I was in such-and-such county and she was dispatch for a different county. She told me she'd have the correct county call me. After waiting 15 minutes and not hearing a word from dispatch I decided to take care of business myself. I popped the hood, got my jumper cables, put a "helpless puppy look" on my face, and stood in front of my car. It worked! A very nice man pulled over and jumped my car. He even offered to let me stay at his house (he made sure to inform me that he is married and has a child so he was harmless). About that time a cop finally shows up. Wow! What if this had been a huge emergency?! Anyway, the cop was zero help so I drove away with my "doughnut" to the next exit with a business (10-12 miles away, over a mountain pass). I stopped at a cute bar/restaurant called "The Oasis" and the very nice bartender called the "local" mechanic who happened to have a tired that would work. Yay!!!! Well, I was excited until I saw the shop. I actually had to follow one of the mechanics to the shop because it was a couple miles back in the mountains. When I pulled off the main "street" and onto the dirt road leading to the shop, "dueling banjos" started playing in my head. This place looked like it came straight out of a hillbilly horror movie! There were even Rottweilers running around. To top it off, when I pulled my car into the shop one of the mechanics was sitting in a chair fixing his fake leg! The third mechanic was very old, and I didn't look too close, but I wouldn't be surprised if he was missing most of his teeth. When it came time to pay I asked Mr. Fake Leg if they would accept a credit card. He hem hawed around and finally said they could and then he asked me if I had any cash. I told him I did so he said he'd charge me $60, which was supposedly half-price. I gave him $80 and then I got out of there. They were nice people, but it felt weird there.
My original plan was to camp at Coeur d'Alene at a very nice campground, but when I got here it was raining and I decided I'd had enough excitement for one day...I didn't want to mess with a wet tent, so I found a hotel. Whew! Now I'm going to take a nice hot shower and hit the hay.
I have many pictures, but I will have to post them later...I'm exhausted! G'night!
"People often say that this or that person has not yet found himself. But the self is not something one finds, it is something one creates." ~ Thomas Szasz
Like I mentioned above, I left at 5:00 a.m. For those of you that know me, that is extremely early for me. I am not a morning person...at all. I did really well until about two hours into the trip when I was between Casper and Buffalo (very boring stretch of highway) and then I started getting very drowsy. When I got to Buffalo I stopped to grab a coffee and after that I was fine.
Last night my dad told me not to treat this trip like a "mission". He told me to take time to stop and see the sights and enjoy the scenery. My parents took across country bike trip before I was born. They were gone for two months and only took two rolls of pictures! They even rode right by the Grand Ol' Opry and didn't stop! So, I took my dad's advice and I stopped at the Little Bighorn Battlefield...and I took lots of pictures. :)
After that stop I didn't really see anything of interest except the Louis and Clark Caverns. That sounded neat, but it was a ways off the Interstate so I didn't check it out (I still had four hours to drive and it was 3:00). I did stop and take some pictures of the mountains though. Montana has so many gorgeous mountain ranges.
My goal for today was to make it to Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. I had just passed St. Regis, Montana (about 80 miles from Coeur d'Alene) when I blew a tire. Seriously, the whole middle section of tire came off and flew across the Interstate. I did what any independent semi-young woman would do in such a situation...I pulled to the side of the road and changed my tire. While changing my tire dangerously close to the lanes of traffic I discovered something. 98% of people driving through Montana don't care that a semi-young woman is trying to change a tire...they stay in the right lane instead of moving to the left lane. Even semi's stayed in the right lane, which was very scary. So after 10 minutes or so my "doughnut" was successfully put on the car and I'm thinking I'm ready to roll to the next exit to get help, but fate had other plans for me. While I was changing my tire the battery died. Seriously! Well crap, a dead battery is definitely something I can't fix on my own with just one vehicle, so I called 911. The lady who answered (after 6 rings or so) informed me that I was in such-and-such county and she was dispatch for a different county. She told me she'd have the correct county call me. After waiting 15 minutes and not hearing a word from dispatch I decided to take care of business myself. I popped the hood, got my jumper cables, put a "helpless puppy look" on my face, and stood in front of my car. It worked! A very nice man pulled over and jumped my car. He even offered to let me stay at his house (he made sure to inform me that he is married and has a child so he was harmless). About that time a cop finally shows up. Wow! What if this had been a huge emergency?! Anyway, the cop was zero help so I drove away with my "doughnut" to the next exit with a business (10-12 miles away, over a mountain pass). I stopped at a cute bar/restaurant called "The Oasis" and the very nice bartender called the "local" mechanic who happened to have a tired that would work. Yay!!!! Well, I was excited until I saw the shop. I actually had to follow one of the mechanics to the shop because it was a couple miles back in the mountains. When I pulled off the main "street" and onto the dirt road leading to the shop, "dueling banjos" started playing in my head. This place looked like it came straight out of a hillbilly horror movie! There were even Rottweilers running around. To top it off, when I pulled my car into the shop one of the mechanics was sitting in a chair fixing his fake leg! The third mechanic was very old, and I didn't look too close, but I wouldn't be surprised if he was missing most of his teeth. When it came time to pay I asked Mr. Fake Leg if they would accept a credit card. He hem hawed around and finally said they could and then he asked me if I had any cash. I told him I did so he said he'd charge me $60, which was supposedly half-price. I gave him $80 and then I got out of there. They were nice people, but it felt weird there.
My original plan was to camp at Coeur d'Alene at a very nice campground, but when I got here it was raining and I decided I'd had enough excitement for one day...I didn't want to mess with a wet tent, so I found a hotel. Whew! Now I'm going to take a nice hot shower and hit the hay.
I have many pictures, but I will have to post them later...I'm exhausted! G'night!
"People often say that this or that person has not yet found himself. But the self is not something one finds, it is something one creates." ~ Thomas Szasz
Monday, May 17, 2010
It's Okay To Be 'You-nique"
It's been a year since I was thrown into a downward spiral of confusion, sadness, anger, abandonment, and loneliness. I think it's pretty pathetic that I know the exact date...but what can I say? I'm pathetic. My friends and family have helped me a lot this past year...they've provided shoulders to cry on, good advice, and they listened to me as I went into long tirades. I have had so many questions, most unanswerable, but my friends and family have done their best to try to answer those questions and give me a sense of peace.
Through all of this my self-esteem has suffered. I haven't ever had the greatest self-esteem...some people think I do, but I really don't. I look in the mirror and immediately see every flaw I have. I find flaws about everything in my life. My friends and family claim that I'm delusional and they claim that they don't see the flaws I see. I think they're just being nice. I have an extremely hard time believing people when they compliment me. I usually just say, "Thank you", while on the inside I'm thinking, "You're just trying to be nice".
A friend of mine recently gave me a list of all the things "the world loves about me". It made me laugh and cry. It made me realize that I am special and that there is definitely nobody else out there like me. I'm unique (I like to think of it as you-nique). I may be flawed but I'm me...and that's all I can be. Here is what he wrote:
"A human being is a single being. Unique and unrepeatable." ~ Eileen Caddy
Through all of this my self-esteem has suffered. I haven't ever had the greatest self-esteem...some people think I do, but I really don't. I look in the mirror and immediately see every flaw I have. I find flaws about everything in my life. My friends and family claim that I'm delusional and they claim that they don't see the flaws I see. I think they're just being nice. I have an extremely hard time believing people when they compliment me. I usually just say, "Thank you", while on the inside I'm thinking, "You're just trying to be nice".
A friend of mine recently gave me a list of all the things "the world loves about me". It made me laugh and cry. It made me realize that I am special and that there is definitely nobody else out there like me. I'm unique (I like to think of it as you-nique). I may be flawed but I'm me...and that's all I can be. Here is what he wrote:
Reasons the World Loves Brooke
She is intelligent. She is funny. She snorts when she laughs. She has raised a great son named Pacen. She always tries to be a friend. She is a good friend. She has a good work ethic. She honors her father, her mother, and her grandparents. She will never turn a person down no matter what the request. She is a great softball player. Despite what life has thrown at her, she has created a beautiful environment around her. She has dorky friends that she adores. She loves her sisters (almost always). She digs adventure. She helps people when they ask. She is classy. She is incredibly kind. She has a crazy bird named after a pirate. She works hard to maintain her health. She encourages those around her. She dreams big dreams. She is determined. She sets and achieves goals. She believes in a life beyond what is given to her. She is even kind to snakes. She has a nice home that she is making nicer. She is very wise. She is a classy dresser. She has great business sense. She is a free spirit. She listens to funky music. She has a huge college degree. She drinks wine. She laughs and laughs. She knows how to hammer a nail and saw a board. She helps her dad plant trees. She insists that country music sucks, despite the fact that 99% of those around her feel differently. She stand on her granddad's homemade scaffold to help him paint when he needs it. She takes care of her finances. She is careful not to judge (except for country music). She drinks margaritas. She scuba dives. She thinks life is better because of sailboats and lighthouses. she has been a lighthouse for many, looking over their personal safety and well being when they would not. She has ink. She is special (but not special ed). She has a huge heart.
She is intelligent. She is funny. She snorts when she laughs. She has raised a great son named Pacen. She always tries to be a friend. She is a good friend. She has a good work ethic. She honors her father, her mother, and her grandparents. She will never turn a person down no matter what the request. She is a great softball player. Despite what life has thrown at her, she has created a beautiful environment around her. She has dorky friends that she adores. She loves her sisters (almost always). She digs adventure. She helps people when they ask. She is classy. She is incredibly kind. She has a crazy bird named after a pirate. She works hard to maintain her health. She encourages those around her. She dreams big dreams. She is determined. She sets and achieves goals. She believes in a life beyond what is given to her. She is even kind to snakes. She has a nice home that she is making nicer. She is very wise. She is a classy dresser. She has great business sense. She is a free spirit. She listens to funky music. She has a huge college degree. She drinks wine. She laughs and laughs. She knows how to hammer a nail and saw a board. She helps her dad plant trees. She insists that country music sucks, despite the fact that 99% of those around her feel differently. She stand on her granddad's homemade scaffold to help him paint when he needs it. She takes care of her finances. She is careful not to judge (except for country music). She drinks margaritas. She scuba dives. She thinks life is better because of sailboats and lighthouses. she has been a lighthouse for many, looking over their personal safety and well being when they would not. She has ink. She is special (but not special ed). She has a huge heart.
"A human being is a single being. Unique and unrepeatable." ~ Eileen Caddy
Saturday, May 15, 2010
My Little Artist (ar-teest)
A while back Pacen told me he wants to start painting. It took me by surprise. My son is very outdoorsy...a rough, wild, dirty little boy who normally can't sit still for more than half a second. You don't believe me? Try sitting on the couch with him to watch a movie, or taking a road trip with him, or sleeping in the same bed as him (it is dangerous and harmful and I end up covered in bruises)! He seriously cannot sit still at all! It's just the way he is, and there is nothing I can do about it...well, maybe there is but it's not good practice to duct tape your children to a chair. :)
So, due to the fact that Pacen is so squirmy, I've never thought of him as being the kind to sit down and paint a picture. He likes to draw, but he does that at school, when he has to try and sit still. When he's home it's play time...not sit still time. Anyway, decided I would let him give painting a shot. Why not? It's good to feed the creativity of children. To help them use their imaginations and do something constructive with what is running around in their little heads. So, I bought Pacen an easel, some canvas, paints, brushes, and pretty much everything a little boy would need in order to paint a masterpiece.
All the supplies sat around for a bit due to the fact that Pacen and I have crazy schedules this time of year, but the time finally arrived...it was a beautiful evening and we didn't have anything going on, so I set everything up on the front porch and my little artist (I think I'll pronounce it ar-teest) painted his first masterpiece. He painted a picture of a motocross rider going up a hill. It turned out pretty good!
"The creative is the place where no one else has ever been. You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you'll discover will be wonderful. What you'll discover is yourself." ~ Alan Alda
So, due to the fact that Pacen is so squirmy, I've never thought of him as being the kind to sit down and paint a picture. He likes to draw, but he does that at school, when he has to try and sit still. When he's home it's play time...not sit still time. Anyway, decided I would let him give painting a shot. Why not? It's good to feed the creativity of children. To help them use their imaginations and do something constructive with what is running around in their little heads. So, I bought Pacen an easel, some canvas, paints, brushes, and pretty much everything a little boy would need in order to paint a masterpiece.
All the supplies sat around for a bit due to the fact that Pacen and I have crazy schedules this time of year, but the time finally arrived...it was a beautiful evening and we didn't have anything going on, so I set everything up on the front porch and my little artist (I think I'll pronounce it ar-teest) painted his first masterpiece. He painted a picture of a motocross rider going up a hill. It turned out pretty good!
Such a serious little painter. (Ignore the x-mas lights...I took them down later that day.)
Wow! Such concentration! :) He's probably thinking, "Mom! Knock it off!"
The final product!
"The creative is the place where no one else has ever been. You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you'll discover will be wonderful. What you'll discover is yourself." ~ Alan Alda
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