David and I have been invited to a wedding- in Australia!
I did some research and the cost of two round trip tickets to Perth, WA is going to be about $5,000.
There are 22 months left until the wedding, I think I can save the money (assuming I get a job in the next few weeks, which hopefully will happen!) Maybe ask for money for Christmas/birthday for the trip too.
The woman who invited us is giving us a place to stay and food, so airfare, some food, and souvenirs is our responsibility.
I hope I can get it together so I can go!!!!
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Peeps
But at the same time we love them- to bite their heads off, to put them in the microwave, to puncture their wrapping a few days ahead of wanting to eat them so their a little stale (which of course makes them yummier).
Every year since I can remember a package has arrived from Mora, Minnesota full of Peeps. Originals, bunnies, yellow, pink, and blue. Always more than we could ever physically want within the boundaries of our home. Grandma Dode always sent them, along with a card and a fun little something. Unfortunately, Grandma lost her battle with cancer this last fall. It shouldn't bother me that the invasion of Peeps had ended, I never really enjoyed them honestly. I mean, its part of growing up anyways, things changing and all. But the Peeps are something I never thought would stop.
This year I'm going to buy my own box of Peeps- will I finish the box? I don't know, but I can say I'll choke down at least one as a silly little thing for Grandma Dode.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Videos From Today's Snowshoe Trip
Video Montage of Photos
View of where we snowshoeing today!
Zombie David Attacks
Princeton Idaho
Driving home from a snowshoeing trip today, my passenger enamored by Wheel of Fortune on his phone, my CR-V made its way though a little town of past glory called Princeton.
Having once been the outskirts to the Weyerhauser Potlatch companies model town, Potlatch, it is much past its glory and gives off the aura of being tired. One could compare the town to an old woman ready to rest her weary bones after a hard full life.
There is only one paved road through Princeton, on either side houses, trailers, stores, little ranches and farms. No school, or church, so it must be assumed the inhabitants made their way to Potlatch for their educational and spiritual needs. The majority of buildings are falling apart with time, their windows boarded, loved no more as a piece of the American dream. A few people still call this place home, what they do for their livelihood I can't comment on nor really fathom. Possibly for the National Forest only 10 minutes to their North, or maybe they commute to Moscow, 45 minutes to their South. Either way I cannot imagine their is much money to be made in Princeton or much of a future for that matter.
As I made my way through the 35mph stretch of Highway 6 I couldn't help but look around and take in this faded town. History is my calling and my muse- she allows me to understand the past and improve upon how I walk into my future. I tried to fathom the town in its hey-day, but to be honest I really never could. I don't think Princeton ever had the stereotypical golden days, but has always been just another place to build a house along Highway 6. Perhaps a place for the poorer workers of the Potlatch Mill to take up residence. More research must be done before I can claim knowledge on the matter.
But what really inspired this writing, this blog, was the one family of inhabitants I saw in Princeton. No other souls but horses were out on this chilly snowy day, but a small family getting ready to go somewhere- perhaps to town, or church, or to see family in another town, I'm not sure. They were a young family, how they ended up in Princeton I cannot say. A young father was getting into their white sedan, which itself seemed old and ready to quit, followed by his two daughter. Neither of the girls were older than 4, Mom was extremely young too. Yet not young, old for her age. Physically she couldn't have been older than I, but her weary step, tired eyes said she had known a hard life. Their house was old, probably built in the 1920's, needing an expert carpenters knowledgeable hands to restore its former beauty. Half the windows were boarded, the screen door lopsided. What must it be like to live in a house with boarded windows? To raise a child in a home that looked like a strong wind could cause it to collapse?
I wondered what the inside was like- allowing my mind to wander I began to imagine a clean, worn house. Comfortable, full of family heirlooms mixed with modern children's toys. A TV past what many would call its time, but still working an adequate to watch the news or Disney movies. Furniture would be worn, beautiful in their antiquity. A woman's love and strength went into keeping this ramshackle house looking like a home for her two beautiful girls... Maybe, maybe not.
Ever the girl of typical American suburbia this town intrigued me. How could it not? Something so strange and alien to the neat lawns and cookie cutter houses of my childhood. I hope to return to Princeton soon, possibly passing through on my way up to the snowshoeing trail. This town, in its weary and worn beauty needs to be documented before it is abandoned to be taken by the wilderness once more.
The next time I drive through, my camera will be at the ready.
Having once been the outskirts to the Weyerhauser Potlatch companies model town, Potlatch, it is much past its glory and gives off the aura of being tired. One could compare the town to an old woman ready to rest her weary bones after a hard full life.
There is only one paved road through Princeton, on either side houses, trailers, stores, little ranches and farms. No school, or church, so it must be assumed the inhabitants made their way to Potlatch for their educational and spiritual needs. The majority of buildings are falling apart with time, their windows boarded, loved no more as a piece of the American dream. A few people still call this place home, what they do for their livelihood I can't comment on nor really fathom. Possibly for the National Forest only 10 minutes to their North, or maybe they commute to Moscow, 45 minutes to their South. Either way I cannot imagine their is much money to be made in Princeton or much of a future for that matter.
As I made my way through the 35mph stretch of Highway 6 I couldn't help but look around and take in this faded town. History is my calling and my muse- she allows me to understand the past and improve upon how I walk into my future. I tried to fathom the town in its hey-day, but to be honest I really never could. I don't think Princeton ever had the stereotypical golden days, but has always been just another place to build a house along Highway 6. Perhaps a place for the poorer workers of the Potlatch Mill to take up residence. More research must be done before I can claim knowledge on the matter.
But what really inspired this writing, this blog, was the one family of inhabitants I saw in Princeton. No other souls but horses were out on this chilly snowy day, but a small family getting ready to go somewhere- perhaps to town, or church, or to see family in another town, I'm not sure. They were a young family, how they ended up in Princeton I cannot say. A young father was getting into their white sedan, which itself seemed old and ready to quit, followed by his two daughter. Neither of the girls were older than 4, Mom was extremely young too. Yet not young, old for her age. Physically she couldn't have been older than I, but her weary step, tired eyes said she had known a hard life. Their house was old, probably built in the 1920's, needing an expert carpenters knowledgeable hands to restore its former beauty. Half the windows were boarded, the screen door lopsided. What must it be like to live in a house with boarded windows? To raise a child in a home that looked like a strong wind could cause it to collapse?
I wondered what the inside was like- allowing my mind to wander I began to imagine a clean, worn house. Comfortable, full of family heirlooms mixed with modern children's toys. A TV past what many would call its time, but still working an adequate to watch the news or Disney movies. Furniture would be worn, beautiful in their antiquity. A woman's love and strength went into keeping this ramshackle house looking like a home for her two beautiful girls... Maybe, maybe not.
Ever the girl of typical American suburbia this town intrigued me. How could it not? Something so strange and alien to the neat lawns and cookie cutter houses of my childhood. I hope to return to Princeton soon, possibly passing through on my way up to the snowshoeing trail. This town, in its weary and worn beauty needs to be documented before it is abandoned to be taken by the wilderness once more.
The next time I drive through, my camera will be at the ready.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Another snow photo
I took this photo of the Palouse- I have manipulated some of the colors, but I still think its beautiful!
Famous
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Snow!
I took the opportunity to pull out my camera and snap a couple of picture.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Happy Valentine's Day!
Happy Valentine's Day everyone!
I hope you all enjoyed the day-
If you have a sweetie I hope you enjoyed being with them,
If you're single, I hope you took a second to love yourself!
I took and edited this photo! I'm so proud!!!
Life Manual
There is no manual that you are handed as you grow up telling you the right and wrongs and how to go through life.
We wish there was, and some people use religious texts, novels, and other things as that guide. For some it works, for others it doesn't.
Sometimes as we get older we have sudden flashes of our past brought on by sights, smells, sounds.
I had one of those today, walking to David's place. The sun was out, and it was a beautiful brisk morning on the Palouse. I had flash of a memory of being with my Grandma Laverne. It caught my off guard and I wasn't at all expecting it. Its been so long since Grandma Laverne passed away that I've accepted it and have gone on, but this sudden memory flooded me with emotion. Happy and sad. Emotions of a small child hunting Easter eggs in Grandma's back yard, the raw joy of finding that elusive egg in the bush. And then the sadness of knowing I'd never see her kind face again. That she would never be around to see me married.
I know I'm not the only one who feels these things, or experiences them. They say that smell is the strongest form of memory recall. I couldn't agree more in most cases. But how do other people deal with these sudden flashes? I guess most people just don't talk about them. In that case I will admit I am kind of a freak. Talking things out is the best way for my to accept and move on from most things.
My memory today brought on sadness that the one way of life I have always known is nearing its end. The chapter of structure of being a student and a child is closing. There's no turning back. No changing what is going to come. Its not a bad thing, its part of life. The unconditional support at all turns from Mom and Dad will be ending soon too. I for one would love to be financially independent. Completely independent. And I'm working on it, I feel like it will help me move into the full adulthood I crave. This half adult, have child thing that I'm doing as a college student financially dependent on my parents is driving me insane! The guilt and frustration is hard to handle along with the stress of school on top of it. But again, its a learning curve, there is no "Life Manual" to look into and find the section on "Becoming Independent".
I have to say, at times I'd kill for a manual on how to live, but honestly I also realize that who I am and how I look at the world comes from how I experience it.
I am who I am because of the mistakes I make and how I learn from them.
And I have to say, so far I like who I'm turning out to be so far.
We wish there was, and some people use religious texts, novels, and other things as that guide. For some it works, for others it doesn't.
Sometimes as we get older we have sudden flashes of our past brought on by sights, smells, sounds.
I had one of those today, walking to David's place. The sun was out, and it was a beautiful brisk morning on the Palouse. I had flash of a memory of being with my Grandma Laverne. It caught my off guard and I wasn't at all expecting it. Its been so long since Grandma Laverne passed away that I've accepted it and have gone on, but this sudden memory flooded me with emotion. Happy and sad. Emotions of a small child hunting Easter eggs in Grandma's back yard, the raw joy of finding that elusive egg in the bush. And then the sadness of knowing I'd never see her kind face again. That she would never be around to see me married.
I know I'm not the only one who feels these things, or experiences them. They say that smell is the strongest form of memory recall. I couldn't agree more in most cases. But how do other people deal with these sudden flashes? I guess most people just don't talk about them. In that case I will admit I am kind of a freak. Talking things out is the best way for my to accept and move on from most things.
My memory today brought on sadness that the one way of life I have always known is nearing its end. The chapter of structure of being a student and a child is closing. There's no turning back. No changing what is going to come. Its not a bad thing, its part of life. The unconditional support at all turns from Mom and Dad will be ending soon too. I for one would love to be financially independent. Completely independent. And I'm working on it, I feel like it will help me move into the full adulthood I crave. This half adult, have child thing that I'm doing as a college student financially dependent on my parents is driving me insane! The guilt and frustration is hard to handle along with the stress of school on top of it. But again, its a learning curve, there is no "Life Manual" to look into and find the section on "Becoming Independent".
I have to say, at times I'd kill for a manual on how to live, but honestly I also realize that who I am and how I look at the world comes from how I experience it.
I am who I am because of the mistakes I make and how I learn from them.
And I have to say, so far I like who I'm turning out to be so far.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
My friends are Awesome...
This was recorded the same night I sprained my ankle.
We were headed home and someone decided they needed Taco Bell...
Well David had recently discovered that he has the ability to sound like Elmo, you know the little fuzzy red guy?
Yeah, you can guess what happened next!
The lady on the other end of the speaker told us we made her whole night.
All in all- an awesome night!
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Valentine's Gift?
Sugar glider night light
^ I would love this...
It would look amazing in my new apartment (summer 2011)...
Please?
*update- my amazing BFF got this for me as a late birthday gift!!!*
^ I would love this...
It would look amazing in my new apartment (summer 2011)...
Please?
*update- my amazing BFF got this for me as a late birthday gift!!!*
Procrastination at its Finest
This is me procrastinating.
Yes, like a good student.
Procrastinating away the time I should really be using to study for a midterm and writing a paper.
Minor detail right?
I had two friends come into town this weekend, they helped facilitate this procrastination.
We did almost nothing while they were here.
Exciting?
Sure...
It was just nice to see my friends again- since they abandoned me for other things.
The superbowl was today (Packers won) this also helped facilitate my procrastination.
Yay Packers? I guess better than those dirty cheating Steelers?
I don't know, I don't even like football...
I guess its time to quit procrastinating...
South East Asia Paper... You have met your match!!!
In ten minutes...
Yes, like a good student.
Procrastinating away the time I should really be using to study for a midterm and writing a paper.
Minor detail right?
I had two friends come into town this weekend, they helped facilitate this procrastination.
We did almost nothing while they were here.
Exciting?
Sure...
It was just nice to see my friends again- since they abandoned me for other things.
The superbowl was today (Packers won) this also helped facilitate my procrastination.
Yay Packers? I guess better than those dirty cheating Steelers?
I don't know, I don't even like football...
I guess its time to quit procrastinating...
South East Asia Paper... You have met your match!!!
In ten minutes...
Friday, February 4, 2011
Picture Dump- Modeling
Photos by Michael Harris
Make up by Jess L.
Clothing and set by Lily Bee's Consignment in Pullman Washington
Make up by Jess L.
Clothing and set by Lily Bee's Consignment in Pullman Washington
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
5 years
Today David and I celebrated being together for 5 years.
Those 5 years have had their ups, and their downs.
They've had beautiful moments, and ugly moments.
And as much as I wish I could change some of our uglier moments,
I do appreciate that they make the beautiful moments that much more awe inspiring.
Here's to the next 5 years and many more beyond that.
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