Camp Fire

Camping with the Ex

When we were getting back together, before he decided to screw someone else, the Ex and I went on our first trip anywhere together as a couple. The trip was actually quite wonderful for the most part. I must admit I'm slightly bitter looking at these pictures but I choose to not let my indignation towards my Ex and his actions ruin the pleasant memories that I have made.

This is Cash, the most lovable funny dog I know. Look how excited he is to get into the car for the trip.

At the site checking out the wildlife in the bushes...

Expertly stacked wood

The Ex hammering away...

You can't set up camp without wetting your whistle...and soon after I was at the beach!

A totally cool visitor

The Ex lovingly prepared roasted corn-on-the-cob and juicy steaks for us over the campfire. I was so ravenous for its deliciousness that I broke the tines off my fork!

Our first breakfast....

...mmmmm bacon.....

...quite possibly the world's worst coffee.

Our camp fire...

Another delicious meal

Second breakfast

Longest running Rummy (Ramsey if you ask the Ex hahaha) game ever

After two nights and three days of fun, sand, surf, bugs and wild animals in the dark we had one pooped pup. Everyone should go camping at least once in the summer. I'm heading out again in a week.

Say YES to getting your camp on!

Hey it's Wednesday...I smell poetry!

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;	5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,	10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.	15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.	20

Say YES to taking the road less traveled

43?????????!!!!!!

Holy shit!!! I have missed a total of 43 blog posts!! Will I be able to catch up? Who knows. Why have I missed so many? That I know. It's actually very simple.

I got back together with the Ex.

The first week was awesome. The second week was good. So I missed out on posting blogs because of all the fun I was having. But then his same old shit wore down my awesomeness and my mental illness kicked into high gear and we were once again on the bullshit unhealthy roller coaster of a 'relationship' that we were on for the last three years. He doesn't want to work on anything or change anything and I push too hard for the changes. We both feel like we're getting shafted.
So now that I'm not distracted with ridiculous behaviour, both mine and his, I can get back to a steady stream of awesome. My illness is always going to be with me but the people that trigger it don't have to be.
The sickest thing is that I miss him.
Stupid girl...

Oonoggi

How do those ninjas do it in this f*cking heat?!......oonoggi

Say YES to ninja oonoggi

I'm back...

So I took my break and when I was ready to blog, discovered that my internet is not working. So I'm updating from a remote location to inform the masses that even though I completely fell apart once again, I am now on the mend. I have many things to show you, chat up and bitch about and can't wait to get reaquainted.

Say YES to starting over.

TIME OUT

For throwing fits of rage, exhibiting childish behaviour and having serious dark thoughts, I am giving myself a time out.

What a complete fool I am....

A pinch of random

I haven't been using my camera much lately, the shine came off that apple a little bit, if you know what I mean. However a few times I brought it out and dusted it off and this is what I got...

World's Most Mischievous Kitty

Flowers after rain

World's Messiest Sandwich

Damn food baby!!

When it's too hot to cook and I'm tired of salads and sandwiches, it's time for TAKE-OUT!! Chinese food take-out to be exact. And it was good.
And I ate too much....again.
So I have a 'food baby'....again.
Food babies have been around for ages. Ever since the first time a man ever loosened his pants after a big meal and rubbed his gut in appreciation. I find I have them more and more but I think it's just that I have lost the gut capacity of my younger self (I could really put it away back in the day. A night of drinking followed up by the Flying Saucer...you locals know what I'm talking about.) and probably the good old IBS that I got kickin. So I am rocking a solid Chinese food baby, that's only getting worse from all the water I'm having to drink. MSG makes me thirsty, ya know. Of course I know that I get them. It's not a surprise. It's a simple matter of 'Action and Reaction', of 'Consequence" really. So why don't I just stop overeating and save myself the discomfort of a food baby? Well firstly, I know that I will pass said food baby soon enough and secondly, I like eating.
Since I can't share the Chinese leftovers, I'll share a feast of 'Action and Reaction' instead.

OK GO is officially on my list of awesomeness.....

Say YES to letting go of what brings you down...even food babies

Time to get back on the wagon...All Aboard

Thanks to my wonderful illnesses I am needy, unsure, distracted and impulsive. So I get easily hooked on something (even if it is damaging to me) because it feels good at the time and I neglect my responsibilities (like the poor old blog here) and then I feel bad about it... I almost feel like a recovering addict that has slipped up and needs to start fresh once again the morning after.
So here I am having gotten off track from the 'Ultimate Plan for Awesomeness' and I am suffering hard core because of it. Mental illness is a bitch people, a serious bitch. And if you don't stick to the plan and keep on top of things, it will become a life or death situation....it's like watching a train speeding down the tracks bearing down on you and the whole time you're telling yourself "I've been here before. I'll jump out of the way in time." But you don't and you get creamed by the train only to tell yourself in retrospect that you should have known better than to stand on the tracks in the first place.

There are a few trains in my life, there's probably always going to be trains in my life and it's okay for them to be there...but I that doesn't mean I have to stand on the tracks waiting to get creamed.

Say YES to sidestepping the train wreck.