Sipping tea...

You know I can't tell you the last time I sat at my computer in the evening and drank some earl gray while listening to Brand New. I'm guessing that there was freezing rain and I was still single. Not that not being single has anything to do with my inability to "Veg" and do what i want to do, merely a reference of time.

The last couple of weeks I have really been trying to turn everything down. Not rejection, just trying to enjoy every sound I can at a level that is not damaging. I love sounds of everything but I am a sucker for words. Make anything poetic or abstract and I can't resist, especially when coupled with a good tune. (Play Crack the Sky-Brand New) "Calm rows they travel fast and alone, one hundred foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong. They call love is a risk to always get hit out of nowhere by some wave and end up on your own. They hole in the hull defied the crews attempt to bail us out. Flooded the engines and radio..."

Its funny how one song means something different each time you listen to it. But that album is always the same song bleeding into the next reminding you of the first time you really felt the music. And its entirely unconscious. It's by far one of the best feelings.

Yours Truly,
Goose.

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Who

Do you tell your dreams to? Your fears? Your everything?

Blogging...

for some reason it just captivates me. I have been reading "Atop an Underwood", a collection of the early works of Jack Kerouac. He was a locally published writer at the age of 13! He reported on sports as well as creating his own zines with fantasy sports leagues. Reading how a boy becomes a man through so many different stories is truly amazing.

I don't recall if I have mentioned that I want to write a book. It's difficult, since I want to write about my life experiences. As much as I would love to have a book out tomorrow, I simply have not yet lived enough to finish.

It's odd though how Blogging has given anyone the chance to essentially publish their story. In a way its like exploiting yourself.I get many ideas here and there or come up with the perfect combination of words for a single sentence. Rather than impulsively publish on a blog I hope to write and save everything so that when the time comes I don't have to recycle any of my own material. I want every part to be unread and completely new to whoever picks up the hardback.

Have I Mentioned...

That I slayed the beast.

About 2 months ago now my boyfriend decided to a buy"part time truck". He needed one to haul stuff for projects on his grandparent's house, such as the ton of brick for the garden wall, and for me to haul the animals, feed, or hay. We both needed a "part time truck" so it works out.

The Beast is a 1991 Ford 3/4 ton (250) pick up with manual locking hubs for the 4x4. It was bought from a wood-hauling company, so its complete with chipped paint on the hood and a LOT of dents. She's a beauty. Functional junk as he likes to call it.

July 3rd I borrowed the truck to take out to our old cattle property behind Crescent Valley High and pull up some much needed fencing for the new property. The property is actually part of the Jackson Frazier wetlands,but this is not where I ran into problems. During the two months we had pulled the cows off the property the grass grew past 4ft high. This is where the 4x4 comes in handy. We drove through the field, pulled some t-posts, got loaded up and were ready to go. My sister decided to have a smoke while I turned the Beast around.

In doing so, some hot-wire fell out of the truck and unraveled and got caught around the u-joint on the back part of the drive shaft. My sister flagged me down when she realized something was stuck so immediately I stopped. Bear in mind this was during the first Heat Advisory. Laying in 4 ft of grass we took turns cutting the fire out until we were confident we had gotten it all. La-dee-da. Took off on my way home.

All of a sudden I hear a short squeal. I stop ASAP and check to make sure I properly switched back into 2 wheel high from 4 wheel low. Everything seemed alright, and headed out. On Highland another 2 squeals. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot. Stop at the Good Sam Pharmacy to pick my mom's prescription, and take another look underneath. Nothing.

Finally I get up to highway speeds and almost make it home. I forgot to grab my stepdad his drug of choice: Mountain Dew. I hop out at the Peoria Corner Market and smell something burning. I look around, don't see anything. Pop my head underneath the truck and the transmission is spewing bright pink fluid. No bueno. I'm stuck. At 4pm on a friday. The 3rd of July. In the heat. I call B.

I am prepared for anger, no, WRATH. There is none. He took off work early, and headed right over. We assess the situation and then spend the next three hours pulling out the rear axles and drive shaft to make sure we don't put any excess stress on the tranny or rear end. It was so incredibly hot.

In the midst of pulling out the axles and taping over them, he starts wiping oil up off the ground. "Man I really hate going for a ride and hitting oil on the pavement, it kicks the tires out." I just caused almost a $1000 in damage to HIS truck and he's worried about getting oil on the road, because of the danger it poses for motorcyclists. Who woulda thunk? That's why I love this guy. He had all the reasons to be pissed. When the wire got caught around the drive shaft in the field the title "How To Piss Off Your Boyfriend 101" popped into my head for a blog, but it was so completely wrong.

A whole blog of my idiocracy just to say that I love him for being different.

-Goose.

Best thing so far this summer...

My half sister came up to visit this summer while her mom relocates everything to Ukiah, California. Its been fun having her around and her getting to experience the farm life since she has lived in Houston practically her whole life.

My plan was to take the girls camping and I have heard so much amazing stuff about Silver Falls. I got online to try and book a tent site, but no luck. They are full until after August which is when she leaves. Bummer right? Bee suggested we take her and my other rival sister Jordan hiking. Its cheap so it fits into my budget well and we hiked the whole Canyon Trail on Monday.

By far it is the best thing I have done this summer. No joke. I figured it would suck major since I was taking an 11 year old and a 14 year old. I was so impressed with their upbeat attitude about all 8.7 miles. They did fantastic, no complaints until the last half mile. I think hiking is something I'm going to continue to pursue.




BTW: I had no idea how long it takes a video to upload on this...urgh. Still waiting...DONE!

Galatea Dunkel

I feel like I know this woman. As I became aware of her travels Eastward, I instantly knew that same very feeling of love and heartache that hopes. I especially know how to loathe the sketchy character Dean Moriarty. The woman who chases her lover all over the country, while he galavants off with whores. Except in this case its not a lover but a dear sister playing Ed Dunkel. And these whores are not women, but in fact so many very different versions of Dean.

The versions of Dean that most all women avoid, but they have a radar that finds Ed. He talks his crazy Gurgle Burble, per usual old Ed nods and clings to every word and follows submissively.

The way Dean can make someone drop everything without warning, he makes my skin crawl. Whether or not Dean can cry or be in fact a Real person is not relevant. He is inconsiderate and hope he does not pull Ed away from us again.

Please hope for my sister.

Where is that Jack Kerouac?

"It was a real love dance."

"Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everything under your father's roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life."

"But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding likes spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"

Favorite quotes from On the Road thus far.