Shaun worries that we’re becoming dependent upon coffee. He voiced this concern while we were returning from a rather long walk around town. When he had offered to make me a delicious chocolatey coffee beverage I agreed on the terms that we pour it into our plastic pumpkin cups and take it for a walk. Was I feeling deliriously happy because of the caffeine, was it the walk, the company, the rocks we picked up by the abandoned, burnt out caboose in the railyard, the breeze, the sunset, the older woman riding a cherry red bicycle with a humongous basket on the front or was it all of the above? When life is this good, does it really matter why?

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Today was fantastic. My husband and I have movie dates every Friday morning during the summer and today we saw Wall-E. I cannot express in words how I felt about this movie. There is this swelling around about my solar plexus that aches with happiness. Seriously.

After the movie we went to the mall and laughed at the people waiting in line for the iPhone. Or maybe we laughed at ourselves for not even realizing what they were queuing for until we had followed the line forever and finally came across the apple store. It felt good to be alive and not in a queue.

I gawked at the Wall-E merch at the Disney Store, but I was holding out for something specific. I was extremely tempted by some pins (they would certainly go well with my pins from Disney World) but I held onto my monies until we got to Toys R Us.


At Toys R Us I got the two things I really wanted to get today; a Vistaquest VQ3007 toy camera (sky photo was taken with it) and the Transforming Wall-E (pictured top left). Adding onto that one of my husbands vegan coconut chocolate shakes, time spent reading about 12th century architecture and a nap in which I dreamed about the Tim Burton Dark Shadows movie that I’ve got my fingers crossed about and today won’t be topped anytime soon. Or, it might be tomorrow because my life is kind of obnoxiously awesome.

I wrote a long entry about my feelings about sharing with the internet. It was going to be my first entry in this blog. I hemmed, hawed, and then deleted the full body of the post, feeling that “I hem and I haw” pretty much covered everything I had wanted to say.

I’m trying to keep busy. In an odd twist in regards to things I feel are too personal to share with the interwebs (almost everything), I’m completely comfortable sharing the fact that I’m getting my annual speculum poking tomorrow. I have terrible anxiety about doctors but I have come to terms with the fact that they will always think I have high blood pressure when in fact I only have high blood pressure in their presence.

My busyness today, in attempts to ignore the trials I must endure as a female on the morrow, has included a walk to the library, uphill, both ways, for serious. It’s a small town library and almost everything in the non-fiction section is aimed at children. Sifting through the large DK picture books on the Titanic and Ancient Egypt I found a four part set called A History of Everyday Things in England by Marjorie Quennell, C. H. B. Quennell written in 1918. They’re pretty delicious looking, actually. I got the first two for now. I kind of doubt that they’re very gripping, but they’re interestingly illustrated and they smell awesome. I have a book smell thing, but then, don’t we all?

When we got back home I did the dishes. It was kind of a big deal.

I went out in the garden to take photos for flickr projects and picked cherry tomatoes and chili peppers. I ate the cherry tomatoes immediately without fanfare. They’re the first yield from my plant and I was excited, okay?

I’m playing… well, honestly, I’m playing about 10 video games right now (if you’re curious I can write out a list) but today I’m playing Final Fantasy III on the DS. It satisfies my summertime video game laziness perfectly.

I need to write an outline for the novel I’m actually writing (and have been for about three years), as opposed to the ones that I have written for NaNoWriMo. I’m sure it would be beneficial to the entire writing process if I actually established a plot. I guess it’s a satirical cautionary tale for young layabouts. That’s a start.

PiperI met a kitten (or two) yesterday. There’s something about the way they gambol about, arching their backs and taking awkward steps that makes me ache inside. I have more of a caternal instinct than maternal. My catological clock is ticking.

I’m sorry, that was awful.

Conrad Farms in Bixby

In April I went to Conrad Farms with my parents. We used to go sometimes when I was a kid, and I think the last time we went I was about 13 years old. It was familiar and strange all at once. When I was a kid it was kind of fun because it was so different. I liked the smell of dirt and vegetables, and I liked to eat them when mom made them, but I didn’t really care about buying them. I liked to plant flowers with my mom, a lot, but I don’t really remember enjoying picking them out in a greenhouse.

Now I feel entirely different. I purchased vegetables for my own meals and plants for my own garden. It was kind of surreal to go in, fill my basket with food and pepper plants, buy them, and take them home to Pwhisker Hollow. I felt like an adult, and between playing The Sims 2 and taking photographs and devising new holidays and having treasure hunts and trying to decide where to house the toy collection, I don’t often feel like an adult.

Any discomfort I may have felt at the thought of growing up was quickly dashed as I treated my parents to Sonic, where I had a kids meal with a grilled cheese sandwich, fries, and a chocolate milk. I love Sonic because it’s the only place I can get a vegetarian kids meal. My toy was a little tin car that opens up. I played with it in the backseat of the car on the way home.