Obviously, spring cleaning is completely lost on me. My organizing looks something like this. It's not really my fault, my least favorite family members have been making their presence known. I guess it's not entirely their fault that they have nothing better to do. It's mostly pathetic for them, but still annoying. The proverbial 'they' say that those who annoy you are supposed to teach you something about yourself and they have. Boy, have they. Short story: Probably don't give a shit about the opinions of people who you would never be like, ever, in life, for any reason. I don't love airing dirty laundry, but it's not so much laundry as it is, well, a disgusting need, I've been forced to witness, to satisfy some childhood deficiency. Which is why I've chosen to move on, basically out of fear of letting the rage eat me up and turn me into whatever they are, more than twice my age and no wisdom to show. So, I'm feeling kind of angsty, but not without cause, not without cause, my friend.
At any rate, this blog is about me. And I am in a magazine. It comes out next month. It's called Willow and Sage and I'm actually a huge fan. There are so many good recipes I'm excited to make at home, plus some of you are going to get to read my recipe, off the blog no less. This is my first time in print and a whole 2 full-sized pages just for me. Someday, I'll be gracing covers, mark my words. :)
So, I can technically walk to the beach from where I live, but it's a beast of a walk. The way down is really nice. The way back up, not as much. I found some tree trunks and drove back to pick them up and a woman jogging stopped to help me. I'd like to say I wasn't jealous she could run it and I gripe about having to walk it, but that would be a lie.
For some reason I'm not great at taking pictures of the ocean. I think I'm going to get on YouTube to figure it out. Maybe it's something about the reflections. I'll bet I need to adjust white balance to compensate for the sun's glare. I'll work it out.
I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to pick these, which I don't understand because it's not like I'm just vandalizing. I'll grow these for years to come, growing more and more succulents, forever. Why can't I just live my life? ... so many rules.
And this is an old picture of Russell, from when I lived in Flagstaff. This picture is about five years old and perfectly demonstrates why I don't live in the mountains anymore. I just thought it was so adorable that he wanted to lie down in the snow. He definitely loves the cold and can't deal with heat. I have no idea what breed he is, but some kind that has a heavy, waterproof coat and loves to lie down in snow. I welcome anyone's insights.