earth, wind, fire, heart, water

Do blogs have droughts? If you don't post enough do they dry and wither into dust for none to see nor even remember again? Can they just..DO that?

I've definitely hit a dry spell for sure( yes, I realize the redundancy in that statement..definitely..for sure..). I blame school. It pretty much completely totally and in every way consumes my life. If I'm not at school, then I am at home completing school work. If I'm not doing homework, then I am at work earning money so that I can pay for my schools supplies (man is an art major expensive!). And, on the rare occasions, usually after 9 or 10 at night, I get to see my wonderful boyfriend, and even then, I am talking about school, or dragging him along with my to do my schoolwork, which he does with the most gorgeous smile one his face might I add. My life for the last 12 weeks and for the next 4, ladies and gentleman.

I have not one picture to show for this dry spell either. Not a one. Oh..just kidding. I took a picture of a sonic cup for a silly color project. Yes, it was silly. But no, I did not laugh. It was, after all, just a cup.

See? Silly project. Not-so-silly cup.

Oh, and here's one of that incredible man I mention earlier. Is that smile not the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? I can't hardly look at him without smiling:)

I am JUST sayin'..

=HOOT=

Run. Jump. Shout!

Run. Jump. Shout. Smile. Breathe. Laugh. Burst.

It's just on one of those amazing days.

and its people like these...

that make every day in between worth living for. :)

Mr. Black Ford Truck

Dear Mesa drivers on the 60 on Monday & Wednesday mornings,

Oh how impatient you are. The speed limit it 65. I am driving at a steady 67. You flash your brights at me, frustrated at my willingness to abide by rules provided for my safety..and yours. Twice you do this. I'm seeing spots..still. I was torn as to whether or not to speed up. Say I move up to 70. I'm sure you'd flash your lights at me in a similar fashion and we'd be where we are now. At first, I felt bad, a little stupid maybe because I won't just drive 70 like everyone else on the freeway. I refuse to feel either of these. I will not conform to the trends of the world flowing around me. THAT is stupid.

Mr. Black Ford Truck, 10 minutes after you blinded me and passed me, I could still see you not a mile ahead of me. WOW. Aren't you glad you drove at a significantly more reckless speed just to get half a mile farther? I would be too...*eye roll*.

You are so comfortable continuing at such speeds. Carefree really..."Pshh..I wont get pulled over going 70..", you say..."65 is granny slow.." Yes, you say that until the blue striped SUV shows up at the side of the road and all of a sudden you can't drive slow enough. 50mph, really Black Ford Truck? Not so tough now eh?

I hope you all enjoy the extra 2 minutes at your desk or wherever it was you were in such a hurry to get to this morning. But you should try to smell a rose, or finish an extra song on your drive, think a bit more about your life, or what you have to be grateful for...soon, the car ride to wherever won't be quite long enough.

Sincerely,

Your fellow driver,

=HOOT=

Story of my life.

Once upon a time, something awkward happened to me.

That time was tonight.

These moments and I will continue to coexist in such a manner for a decently long amount of time...maybe forever. Not exactly a happily ever after. So, amidst the duration of their stay..Just gotta run with it....

or laugh till the awkwardness settles...or drives away in a shiny whine Honda civic.

(I hold the highest hopes for the 2nd option, or even the 3rd...I'm not in such great shape and I honestly don't like to run all that much)

The end.

But they don't match!

There are some days at work when the handles to the shake machine don't line up with their corresponding flavors. Now, this doesn't affect the overall mechanics of the machine, I mean, they are only the handles. However, when you pull on the lever with the pink dot and chocolate comes out, it is an issue.

You might say, "Well Geez, Katelin, you've worked there HOW long and you still have to look at the dots to remember which spout is which?..Pathetic." Ya, you might say that...that is pretty much exactly the words my manager used too.

Well, sure. It may be just a little bit sad. But everyone falls for it. Newbies and Oldies. Everyone. At least once.... will pull the lever for a strawberry shake and find a cup full of vanilla.

You can give me any garbage you want for me needing to rely on little colored dots for my shake flavors, but first I'd like to hear YOU try to explain to a customer why in the world their Extra-large vanilla shake is extra pink.

=HOOT=

Bring it on.

I cannot run...

I cannot hide...

I just gotta face it....

School is back in session, and it is about to hit me with full force.

I only have one thing to say...

Bring it on.

(but if it wants to bring it only small and easy to chew & swallow bits, that is fine by me..I'm just sayin.)

..good thing he has a hero....

I recall a song. One from my youth. And today, it had more relevance than anyone could have ever anticipated such a song to have. It's a great song really...

It is a song about a poor fellow who starts on his day's journey only to be pushed down by the terrible opposition of the world. He must start then from the beginning, sitting on the brink of complete discouragement and udder despair. Then, just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, his friend shows up to fix what has put the fellow is such a sad state. He then could continue on his journey with new hope and a feeling of great confidence. See? I told you...It's a great song..here..just see for yourself.

"The istsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout.

Down came the rain and washed the spider out.

Out came the sun and it dried up all the rain,

so the itsy-bitsy spider went up the spout again."

I'm the spider.

Britt is the sun.

And my rain is dry.