Monday, June 29, 2009


Okay, you doubting Mustafas, here's proof that you CAN get a sunburn in Alaska.

I came home from work and had a really hard time taking a shower, since my burn wouldn't tolerate warm water, but the rest of me didn't like the cold water. Grrr! This is shortly after I got out of the shower, so my hair is a little wet and I'm in my PJs. Scandalous, I know. I don't really care at the moment, though.

Don't you love how my hands are pasty white, but the arms are baked? All I need is blue nail polish, and I'll be all ready for the fourth of July, yeah?

Bleh, speaking of which, I was wearing work gloves all day, and now my hands smell like dirty socks. Yuck! Aren't you glad I told you that?


I hate it when people take things too seriously. It annoys me. But maybe I'm taking it too seriously. Bah!

I'm also not a fan of car repair people. I left work a bit before noon today to take my car to the shop (because I don't have time to fix it myself, and have been so tired lately that my brain isn't working right, and I want to get it fixed before it tears up my rotor). Called the car place and they said to bring it in at two. Well, I didn't want to drive back out to the woodyard just so I could work for an hour and then come back again. It's hardly worth the gas. So I just relaxed until two, which I haven't done in a week, and which made me feel really antsy. Also, it made me pay more attention to my sunburn (which has gotten pretty bad) and my sore muscles and the scrapes along my arms and my strained elbow. Can't wait to get back to work. Anyway, yeah, two o'clock rolled around and I took my car in to Terry's and they said, "Oh yeah, we decided we can't get to your car until Wednesday after all." Well, that was a big waste of time! Can I take off work on Wednesday? No, but I could potentially drop my car off at seven, walk to work, and then bribe someone to drive me to Terry's at lunchtime to pick it up. But then Chris told me about another car repair place called Lowry's that's apparently cheaper than Terry's. So I took my car down there. The guys looked kind of scruffy, and normally I wouldn't have trusted them with my car, but it's just brake pads. I could probably fix them myself. What's the worst that can happen? (Jinx.) So I'm killing more time until four, when I go and pick up my (hopefully fixed) car and go back to work. I figure if I make it out to the woodyard by 4:30, then I can work until 11:00 tonight and put in ten hours today. I'll be dead tired and sore for housekeeping tomorrow, but that's nothing new. As my friend Patrick used to say, "Pain lets you know you're alive!" Freaking masochist.

I think my plants want to be repotted, but I'm not sure. Maexxie is large enough to fill up her pot already. She doesn't look like she's falling out of it yet, but her leaves are wilting and turning yellow. I took off the last two babies she was nurturing yesterday, hoping it may help that she's not having to support babies anymore. I also put all my plants back in the window, but I think I'll take them out again soon, because I don't want them to burn or anything. Gerald Fluffikins III also looks pretty sick. I hope he doesn't die. I'm not sure whether I should try putting him in a bigger pot or not. On the one hand, it may help, but on the other hand, the stress may make him worse. My roommate, Austin, says I should put them all in bigger pots. Except Gavin, who still hasn't gotten his root system down yet. I'll probably leave Arc alone too, move Gerald Fluffikins III into Loatheb's pot, move Loatheb into Maexxie's pot, move Maexxie into a bigger pot, and put Daemonix (the new baby) into Gerald Fluffikins III's pot. And then I'll still have a pot free for Toggle, who's living in Laundry and doing magnificently! (That's assuming Rye hasn't changed his mind about giving him away at the end of summer.)

I'm babbling a little, I think. I'm so tired. And burned. And I smell like bug spray. Ha.

I kind of want to go to the beach and jump in the ocean. The cold and dirty ocean. I just might do that after work. Get a big thick towel or two to sit on when I drive home afterwards and just go chuck myself in the water, fully clothed. Oh shoot, this is my last pair of clean pants. Wait. Scratch that. They're not clean. They're all covered in wood shavings and dirt. But at least they're not soaked in beer. Hmmm, guess I should find time to do laundry one of these days.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Hard work

I'm pretty sure this is the hardest I've ever worked in my life. I've been working from eight in the morning until nine or ten at night every single day, and by the time I get home, my feet are so sore that I don't want to do anything but go to sleep to make it stop hurting. It works, too. By morning, my feet feel fine once again, and are totally ready to go and get sore once more. I've gotten a bit of sun, and I'm not sure if it's a tan or a burn. Kind of borderline, I guess. I'm going to have a lovely farmer's tan at the end of summer.

I'm not complaining at all. I've got to say, I prefer a day of manual labor to a day of studying. It feels more fulfilling, to me. Well, depending on a few factors, but you get the point. The only thing that makes me sad is that I don't have time anymore to go visit the kids, or call my parents, or even talk to Peter. I haven't had more than maybe a ten-minute conversation with Peter since Sunday.

I finally acquired new brake pads for my car. They had to order the part, and said, "Pick it up tomorrow, it'll be ninety dollars," and when I went in the next day, they said, "Okay, I ordered it. Pick it up tomorrow. It'll be fifty dollars." When I went in today, they said, "Oh look, we have two options for you to choose from." Ha. I was planning on trying to put them in after work today, but I spilled beer all over my pants when I was emptying the trash in the bar and I wanted to change out of my beer-smelling clothes. So I put on my pajamas and I guess I'll fix it tomorrow. Maybe I'll be lucky and find someone to help me.

This morning, Woodcutter Mike said he's really excited that I have Sundays and Mondays off so I can bundle firewood all day long. "You're my number one bundler!" he told me. "Aww, really? Yay, I'm good at something!" "Yeah, well, don't let it get to your head, because you're pretty terrible at using the log splitter." Awww. He's right, actually. Besides the fact that I tend to mangle more wood than I actually split, I'm also painfully slow because I'm a bit of a perfectionist. Mike says he'll watch me turn it and twist it and get it exactly into position, but it was just fine the way it was, so I'm mostly just wasting time. Oh well. At least I'm apparently pretty good at bundling it, so I'm still worth keeping around. (Wait, Mike likes the way I handle his wood? Is there something morally wrong with that?)

What was I saying? Oh yes. Mike's excited that I get to bundle wood all day for the next two days because apparently he's promised 1400 bundles of wood, and right now, we only have about 400 bundles (by my estimation).

So yeah. I'm really enjoying my woodcutting job. Mostly because of the people I work with. I enjoy housekeeping too, but the drama is a little annoying.

Beth says she's going to get me the game The Sims pretty soon. I'm really excited! Hope I can find time to play it now and then. I really enjoy building houses in that game. And killing people. That's about all I ever did, really. I'm horrible. I'm planning on making like fifty identical people all named Walter Bosman, moving them into a house and killing them all off. Maybe one at a time, so they don't catch on. Haha. Let's see if I can turn it into a haunted house. Haunted by fifty identical ghosts, all named Walter. How great would that be?

This post has been brought to you by Soviet Russia. Not really.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Looks like a man, smells like a man...

It was like this, ya see...

I was cleaning the women's restroom today, and by "cleaning," I mean "checking it to make sure it didn't need any immediate attention," so I didn't have any cleaners with me. Nothing but a rag tucked into my belt loop, actually. I finished up my brief inspection and headed for the door to leave. Just before I reached it, the door swung open, and this women took one step into the room, jumped a little, and said, "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! Are you cleaning? No, this must be the men's room! I went in the wrong one by mistake, didn't I? I'm so sorry!"


I had to reassure her that she was in the right room and apologize for startling her. I didn't point out that I'm not a man, and I don't think she actually ever caught on.

Edit: Also, here's another video that made me feel happy. It's so adorable!

It amuses me how they pat each other's butts when they switch places. Old person love is so cute. Haha!

Thursday, June 25, 2009


I pooped today!

Really, I felt like a losing throw this morning, and then I had to run to the bathroom because I thought I was going to vomit, but I pooped instead and then I felt way better. It was kind of funny. Next time I get Subway, I'm asking for fewer jalapenos.

I worked with Steven and the new girl, Cora, today. In one room, we had the room mostly cleaned when a huge honking bumblebee flew in. I was standing in a corner and didn't mind when it was buzzing around near the closet, but then the fat little bastard turned around and came straight at me. I was trying as hard as I could to suppress my irrationally strong fear of bees, but I'm ashamed to admit that I screamed like a little girl and bolted outside and got about four rooms away before I forced myself to calm down. Steven was cowering on the porch too, trying to stay as far away as possible and asking Cora, "What do we do, what do we do???" Cora grabbed a big rag, strolled right into the room, and swatted the thing right out of the air with her awesome ninja skills, then squished it flat! It was pretty amazing. I was impressed. At least, I was after I managed to stop whimpering like a frightened puppy.

Stupid insects.

Woodcutting was pretty uneventful. I didn't break anything today (like I did yesterday). The bugs were pretty awful though, and got worse as the evening wore on, so I only stuck around until a bit after eight. I think my face has been half eaten away by bugs. Stupid things. I haven't seen Mike in a few days, and I have to admit, it's more fun when he's around.

Lots of housekeeping drama lately. I don't even want to go into it. Steven's right, though, that I let stuff get to me too much. Must work on that.

My back right brake pad is totally shot, and for the last few weeks, the brakes have been metal grinding against metal every time I hit the brakes. I ordered the new part today, and am hoping it won't be too much trouble to install. Knock on wood. If I can't manage to fix it, I'm pretty sure Tracy or someone will be able to help.

And that's about all for now. This post has been brought to you by the word existential.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Working with Mike's Wood

If you know my mother and didn't wish her a happy birthday yesterday, I demand you drop what you're doing and call her now and pester her with happy birthday wishes! Poor Mommy was all alone on her birthday. Not even a cake or fresh dinner or anything. :(

Did you call? Okay, then you may proceed to read this post if you want to.

Yesterday was my first full day chopping wood up in Hope. We left at 7:00 in the morning and didn't get back in town until 3:30 in the afternoon, and then we started splitting the wood we had gathered up there. My boss, Mike, is really cool, even if he is a dirty old man. We were driving on the highway, took the turnoff toward Hope, and Mike immediately pulled the car over and he and the other guy, Rick, both hopped out. I wasn't sure what was going on, so I jumped out of the car and ran around to the other side of the car to ask Mike what we were doing. He looked at me, grinned widely and said, "Wizz time!!!" So of course, my face turned bright red and I turned around really fast and walked to the front of the truck and pouted while Rick and Mike finished their business. Then Mike came up to the front, clapped me on the shoulder and called, "Hey Rick, didja see that? Lint Monkey was trying to help me!"

I was sorely tempted to say, "Yeah, I figured you might need help finding it," but I didn't. I should have, though. He would've gotten a kick out of it.

I started out loading quartered logs into the trailer we hitched up to the back of the four-wheeler, then driving down to the truck and unloading them. It was cold and rainy, "pouring" by this area's definition (which means "steady rain" by Weyers Cave's definition). I wanted to prove I could work as hard as a man could, or at least as hard as a boy, so I tried to work as quickly and efficiently as possible, and it wasn't even an hour before I started sweating, despite the cold. (Really cold for summertime, too, as in it actually snowed on the mountains.) But it was raining, so I was getting wet anyway. Nice way to rehydrate. We didn't have to stop and drink. Ha. But I couldn't even tell how much of the water was sweat and how much was rain. Then I licked my lips (nervous habit). Yep. Definitely sweat.

Driving the four-wheeler was interesting too, with all the mud. I was doing pretty well, but then the chainsaw broke, so we figured we would just load what we had and go home (we still filled both the truck and the trailer, at least). So Mike drove the four-wheeler, and I rode with him and helped him load and unload the logs. That man tore around like a hyperactive teenager, I swear! The four-wheeler kicked mud up ten feet in the air, and by the time we got in the truck to go home, I had mud in my hair, on my face, and in a layer about an inch thick coating the front of my pants. I seriously regretted having done laundry just the day before until I started to wonder if I would ruin whatever other clothes I tried to put the muddy ones in with. Glad doing laundry here is free. :D I had so much mud in my hair that it was starting to turn brown again. See, Mom, aren't you glad I have this job?

I had a lot of fun. Didn't shoot anything (I doubt I ever will), didn't chop my foot off... Mike sliced his finger pretty good on the chainsaw, though. It broke and he was trying to fix it, so it wasn't running or anything, but those chains are sharp even if they're not moving. He bled pretty good, too. I saw the blood on the chainsaw right after I managed to stop a rolling log with my shin, and after that, I felt like my smarting shin really wasn't a big deal anymore.

Everyone was pretty exhausted after our first trip up to Hope. Mike was hoping to make a second trip, but the first one took a lot longer than we expected, partly because of the chainsaw, partly because I'm a girl and new and out of shape and slow, and partly because they were doing road construction, so our hour drive turned into a two hour drive. Each way. So Rick said he was done for the day, and Mike and I agreed that a) we wanted lunch, and b) we wanted dry clothes. So we took a short break for lunch/dinner and then headed back to the woodpile to start chopping the wood we had gathered into firewood. I got there more than half an hour before Mike and spent twenty minutes trying to figure out how to start the stupid log splitter. It had plenty of gas, and it was on, but when I yanked on the cord, it would cough a little, and then it would take me two or three minutes to coax the cord back in so I could try starting it again. After ten minutes, I called Mike to see what I was forgetting. He reminded me about the choke (oops), so I turned that on, but it still took me a good ten minutes (three or four more attempts to yank the cord). Rawr! I was glad when Mike showed up and took over chopping the wood, because I think I'm better at bundling it than chopping it anyway. So we worked on that for an hour or two, and then I ran out of room to pile up the bundles by my feet, so I started carrying the bundles over to the big bundle pile where they belong. Mike turned off the log splitter and came to help, and we ended up talking about nerdy martial arts things until his wife showed up. He said he thought about teaching martial arts here, but he could never find anyone to help him, and cover for him when he's out of town. That makes me very sad, because I'm pretty sure a martial arts school here would be pretty successful. Not to mention awesome.

When I got home, I tried to keep moving because I knew once I stopped moving, I wouldn't want to start again. Sure enough, I was really sore and stiff this morning, and it took until maybe two in the afternoon before my muscles realized I needed them to move again. This morning, I tried to reach up to wipe off the top of a high shelf, and my arm got about up to my shoulder before it dropped back to my side of its own volition, saying, "No. Forget it. I'm not doing it." It still hurts anytime I move, but at least I'm mobile. Hopefully enough to go chop and bundle some more wood as soon as I go to the spring and get some good water.

I'm pretty excited too, because I asked Jewel for one of the little plastic crates they get sodas delivered in and she let me have it, so I can put all my bottles in that instead of my backpack. This seems much preferable to me, since I always worry that the glass Sobe bottles I use will break in my pack.

So yes. That's all. Time to go get liquid sustenance and then wrap more wood in plastic so we can sell it.


PS - I saw llamas today!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Lint Monkey!

I've definitely been having too much fun lately with this Firefox addon called StumbleUpon. Basically, I go down this big fat checklist and mark topics that interest me and then click "Stumble" and it randomly takes me to sites that I might enjoy. I'm definitely amused. :)

I've been neglecting my babies lately, and while most of them don't seem to mind, Gerald Fluffikins III is getting a little droopy. His dirt was bone dry about ten minutes ago. But I gave him some water, so he should cheer up soon. I think his dirt dried up faster than the others because he's getting too big for his pot. Maybe I'll put him in a bigger pot tomorrow and see if that cheers him up at all.

Work today was pretty crazy. Normally I get bored stiff when I work evening shift, but the front desk ran me ragged today. I got to work with the other housekeepers until three, when they all left. Before they did, Beth suggested I get pictures of myself crawling out of the lint traps and make that my new blog header. We got several good pictures, and I need some feedback on which is the best, because I pretty much like all of them!

There was a wedding reception in Seabolt Hall that Beth and I helped set up for, then we unclogged a toilet and did some laundry. Then everyone left.

Normally I run up to the front desk every hour or so and they say they don't need anything and I go back and either fold laundry or try to come up with stuff to do to pass the time, like scrub the floor or wipe down trash cans or sweep the back office. But today, Chris called the minute everyone left and asked me to run a blanket over to a townhouse.

Then I went back to laundry and switched the golf carts (basically the one thing Beth/Mike asked me to do). So I took everything out of golf cart A and put it in golf cart B, and vice versa. It took a while, because the towel piles were so messy I had to refold everything.

I also bleached the mops that we use for the latrines that never get washed out because certain people don't take care of them (grumble grumble).

Then Chris called again and asked me to go do in-house on another townhouse that apparently didn't get it. I did that, and went up to the office to report that I was done and as I was walking out the door, I was asked to refill the dish soap in yet another townhouse.

I did that, moved laundry through, then realized I was really hungry. So I checked the bathrooms, then told Chris I was going for lunch.

I got about thirty feet away from the door before I got a call on my radio asking me to come back because the lady in room 411 had the wrong remote control and she wanted to know if we had found the right one or if 411's remote control was in the laundry room. Weird.

I finally got to eat lunch (or dinner, really, since it was almost 7:00 by this time), then I moved some laundry through again.

I was just about to start folding sheets when I got a call on the radio saying that they had moved 411 to a different room and I needed to clean the room they had left. Theoretically, they had only stayed one night, but they left the room pretty filthy. Oh well.

I cleaned the room and went to laundry to get started on the sheets, but before I was halfway through folding them, Leif came back to the laundry room and said the front desk had just called and wanted me to take a few bars of soap over to room 405. Wait, what? BARS of soap? We don't have bars of soap. We use dispenser soap. BARS of soap don't exist on the resort, or if they do, they don't belong to us. So I went up to the office and had to explain to the office workers why we don't have bar soap. Then I had to write a note for the people in 405 and take it to their room, refill their dispenser soap (which was fine anyway), and leave them the note apologizing for the front desk, who had told them we did indeed have bar soap. Silly front desk people.

In addition to all this, I had to do four or five loads of laundry, and had no choice but to leave a bit in the barrel from room 411, because I didn't clean the room until after I had done every other scrap of dirty laundry we had, included dirty rags from housekeeping, the office, and the bar area. I also wiped down the windows to Seabolt Hall and the tables in both Seabolt and the Bar area.

I could have left right at ten, but I would have had to leave a load of laundry in the wheelbarrow as well as a load in each dryer, and we didn't have any towels on the shelves or in the golf carts, and I knew Mike would freak out. Plus, Beth would be angry that I left laundry in the wheelbarrow, even if it was just rags and bath mats. So I stayed until almost midnight doing all the laundry. I didn't mind, though, because Mike gives me extra hours here and there, so I figure I'll just even out the hours a bit. It's worth it to do a good job.

I like busy days like this. It made up for yesterday, where I was bored to tears by four o'clock.

This post has been brought to you by the word circumnavigate.

Thursday, June 18, 2009


Work has been interesting lately. I guess. A ton of drama going on, but for once, instead of amusing me, the drama just makes me feel a little sick. I don't think I'll end up being fired, or even in serious trouble, since the boss loves me. I've actually heard people come up to him and tell him I'm a great worker and they wish I were here all the time. But I worry for my friends.

Whatever. That's not a happy thought. Want to hear something happy? Rob (Kamryn's dad) found me a second part-time job as a woodcutter. I thought that he had forgotten about it or something, but the woodcutter, whose name, ironically, is Mike (same as the new executive housekeeper), called me yesterday and picked me up ten minutes later to go down to the woodpile and show me what the work would entail.

I'm seriously stoked! I get to drive a four-wheeler, use a chainsaw, drive a big truck, and carry a gun. And by gun, I mean a freaking hand cannon! It's some kind of magnum, and it's huge! The barrel is short, but it shoots bullets like an inch in diameter, meant to drop bears.

He says it's really hard work, and the guys who work there are usually dripping with sweat by the end of the day. But I enjoy hard work, and I'm excited about the idea of building up some muscle this summer. So even better! I'm so excited!

...but the wood elves will be angry with me.

Oh hey, don't forget to vote for my picture again, if you have time and want to be nice to me! The link is just below here.

And this video makes me feel happy. I don't know why. Thanks to Terrace for linking it to me. :D

Monday, June 15, 2009

Conquistador... wait, what?

So apparently, you can go back and vote for my picture again every eight hours. I don't expect everyone to do that, but if you want to help me out, and if you happen to feel like voting another time or two, I'd really appreciate your votes for my picture. Thanks a zillion to everyone who's voted for it already! :D So far, I'm 246 out of 17645 entries, which is pretty good, but to have a chance to actually win, I need to be in the top 150.

If you want to be even awesomer, you can click the "Share" button and post it to your blog or Facebook or Myspace or Xanga or wherever else, because I think I also get points based on how many different links to it there are.

I've been really busy lately, despite the fact that I don't have a second job. I'm not having a ton of luck finding scholarships, but I've been hanging out with the kids a lot lately. They have a new trampoline, a new Wii, and a bunch of quails and chickens as well as a new dog. Jake likes to bite when he plays, and I like to rough-house with dogs, so my right arm is all chewed up and bruised from Jake's teeth today. He only broke the skin once, which is pretty good, but it's infected, so despite the fact that it looks like a little nick less than a quarter inch long, when I bump it, it shoots pain pretty far up my arm. But it will heal. Wish I had a dog. :)

I also reformatted Beth's laptop so she could sell it. It turned out to be a little harder to reformat than I expected, partly because it didn't like the video drivers that were on the driver installation CD that came with the computer, and partly because it didn't like the fingerprint sensor software. But seriously, who uses a fingerprint sensor anyway? Certainly not the teenage girl who's buying it to check her e-mail, unless she wants to just toy with it a little because it's novel.

Beth's mom gave me a ton of salmon the other day, out of the blue. I was super excited, but then I remembered that I can't cook. So after asking around for some good ways to cook it, I ended up just taking it over to the kids' place and having Rob teach me how to cook it. The kids didn't like it very much, but I've learned that the best way to get them to eat their food is by making it into a game. "I bet I can eat a bigger bite than you can!" "I bet I can finish my peas faster than you!" They usually win, too. Kamryn hates peas, but yesterday, when I challenged her to a contest to see who could eat their peas the fastest, she actually insisted I put some more on her plate to make it fair. (I tried telling her earlier that peas make you smarter, which is why they look like brains, but she didn't seem to care.)

We played in the sprinkler the other day as well. I taught Kamryn how to do a somersault over it, and she kind of missed the point, but we had fun anyway. Then I scooped up a handful of water and flicked it on her, which of course started a full-fledged water fight that escalated until Kamryn picked up the sprinkler and chased me with it. After I got tired of running away, I charged right in, picked her up, threw the sprinkler on the ground, and held her in the spray. Noah tried to run in and save her, so I picked him up in the other hand. Rob drank his soda and made fun of his kids. It was awesome! We were sopping!

Then we had a bonfire and roasted marshmallows. The kids insisted I take out my camera and get videos of them dancing. Then they insisted on watching the videos, giggling hysterically the whole time. I should give the videos to their parents for blackmail when they're teenagers....

Tuesday, June 9, 2009


I sent these two pictures in for a competition for some scholarship money. If you get a chance, would you vote for them, and maybe get your friends to as well? If I win, I'll love you all forever! (I don't anticipate having too much of a chance, but my chances are better now than if I don't try at all.)

Exit Glacier

My friend Andrew and I hiked up by Exit Glacier yesterday. My camera battery hasn't been charged since before I came down to Seward, though, so sadly, I only got pictures of the first roughly half hour of our hike. Fortunately, that was the part where we went up to the glacier. There's an amazing view even down by the edge of the glacier, so I got a ton of great scenery shots in addition to some pretty decent ones of the glacier.

It's a lot smaller than it was when I first saw it three years ago, and it's not as blue, though I don't know if that was because of the weather or something.

The only wildlife we saw was a shrew, but it was a pretty cute shrew, and it hung out like a foot away from us for a couple of minutes while we watched. It knew full well we were watching it, but it didn't seem to mind too terribly much. I bet it was pretty used to humans.

At the toe of the glacier, the trail gets washed out every winter, and they apparently never bothered making a bridge over the glacier run-off that will let guests go up and touch the glacier. But Andrew and I weren't deterred, and we took off our shoes and socks and waded through knee-deep glacier melt. It was absolutely frigid, and about twelve feet wide. There was so much super-fine gravel sand mixed into the water that it had a silver sheen to it, and it was impossible to see more than possibly a quarter inch through the water. As we picked our way across, I couldn't help but look at my feet to find my footing, despite the fact that I couldn't see anything beneath the surface of the water. With the silvery mass writhing around my shins, I felt like I was floating, even though I could feel my feet firmly planted against the icy rushing water. It was pretty dizzying. It was pretty freaking cool.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Grandma Lint Monkey of Innocence!!!

I'm a grandma!!!! Yayayayay!!!!

Maexxie's babies are named Gavin and Arc. They're the two little ones on the left. Then Maexxie's the big one beside them. Then Loatheb, Maexxie's little brother, is in the blue pot, and Gerald Fluffikins III is in the little pot on the far right. They're so cute! :D I'm so proud!

Also, I got "of Innocence" tacked onto my title of "Lint Monkey" because despite the fact that I'm older than five people here now, I'm still the most naive and innocent. Rawr. Just because I had to have them explain what "jizz" meant.

We were in-housing a room the other day that had a beautiful Native American flute lying on the table. I commented on it when the people came to the door, and the guy picked it up and started telling me about it. Then he started playing it and I was very happy because it was beautiful. Then he handed it to me, and I said, "Oh my gosh! You mean I can TOUCH IT???" He said, "Play it!"

Oh my gosh, it totally made my day!!!! I got to play a Native American flute!!! I was so stoked! Then I handed it to Steven and Breann, but they both declined their turn. When we were safely in the next room, Steven said, "I probably would have played it if you had sucked, but you picked it up and slammed out a perfect flute solo and I didn't want to look bad." Then I felt a little bad for not letting them play first. But not too bad, because I was too excited.

So I went home totally determined to buy my own because it was so cool, but then I talked to Peter and he said I should make one instead and linked me videos on how. I figured I might as well. Unfortunately, the tools I need don't appear to be available in Seward. Even Grounds doesn't have them. Guess I better start planning an Anchorage trip. I might buy one anyway, though, as kind of a guide.

Today I drove down to Ace Hardware to get flower pots and supplies for my flute (which I didn't end up finding). There I ran into Hank, the guy who sold me my car two years ago. He was excited to see her and glad she's still running well (jinx). He said he was very sad because she was such a great car. I kind of felt bad, but not too. I love my car. :D He also gave me his employee discount off the flower pots I bought there. Incidentally, Ace Hardware is a much better place to buy flower pots than the Fish House. They were like 79 cents at Ace, and like five dollars at the Fish House. Not to mention, the pots were much nicer. Note to self.

So yeah. Sorry for the lack of updates lately. I guess I'm just having too much fun lately to update much. I love Seward!!