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Monday Monday
Jul. 25th, 2005 12:02 pmI spent last night fucking playing around with my LJ formatting till 2am and here I am, back to what it was. I thought for a while that Dear Diary was the way to go, but... no. Don't like it. So I'm back to my little Component layout. I just can't do cute and fluffy.
Yesterday evening we went to the park so Hannah could take her scooter out for a spin and so that Mitch and I could get some exercise. There's no shortage of parks to choose from around here, but if you want one with actual shade you have to pick more wisely so we went over to Lake O and walked/scootered the up-and-down shaded paths at George Rogers park, which they're redoing completely and is a giant construction zone. Meh, the paths there are still beautiful. (Ali G sez: You like to move it move it...) it was a good hike. Shaded and hilly. My left hip (which for those of you who don't know is all messed up and has been from birth, although I bravely defy the people who tell me not to run and not to do strenuous stuff and always have) was very well-behaved. A chiropractor told me once that I would probably need hip replacement surgery eventually. To them I say: sod off. I'm active. I walk, I run less than I used to, I dance, I hike, I play. Nobody can tell I have a "bad" hip. Not yet. It doesn't hurt that much most days, and on the days it does hurt... I just go sit in the sun.
Speaking of sun, summertime here is a gorgeous, sunny, and hot affair. We have that perfect blue cloudless sky and lush vegetation and full-on sunny dry heat, and for those of you in more humid climates I say "ha." Most of Oregon is desert. We have this little emerald zip going up between the Cascades and the Coast Range and the valley is just freakin beautiful. Everything about it is so lovely, even the blazing desert heat that sneaks in from mid-July to mid-August. So I lose my Oregonian LicenseTM if I don't do this: but it doesn't mean that everyone should move here. Nope, it's not that nice, I'm only kidding, yup yup yup. Of course, most Oregonians are transplants. You can tell the old-timers because they have bumper stickers that say absurd things like Native Oregonian since 1993 and Don't Leave Your Rifle at Home.
It really is a beautiful state, though. I love living on the west coast. I miss my family and friends on the east coast but I think they should all move here. Life is so much... bigger.
Probably no HP fanfic today. So instead, I'll ask a small question here, because I know a lot of you have friended me through the Sugar Quill or other writing places: would it serve you better if I had a separate writing journal for ficlets, fics-in-progress, drabbles, and writing challenges? Or are you of the mind that says mix it up, sister, I like a variety combo plate? See, my real life is just that: real. Not always exciting, not always interesting. Sometimes I complain. Sometimes I'm spectacular. Just like everybody else. So I guess I'm just more curious than anything else what you people on my friends list think, or if you even give it a second thought. But my standard disclaimer applies: I will listen to all comments, but only do what I want.
[Heads off whistling into the hot sunny Oregon summer day]
You people need to come visit me NOW:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lostinapapercup, shellebelle93, sff_corgi, janeylou, and dopplegl.
Yesterday evening we went to the park so Hannah could take her scooter out for a spin and so that Mitch and I could get some exercise. There's no shortage of parks to choose from around here, but if you want one with actual shade you have to pick more wisely so we went over to Lake O and walked/scootered the up-and-down shaded paths at George Rogers park, which they're redoing completely and is a giant construction zone. Meh, the paths there are still beautiful. (Ali G sez: You like to move it move it...) it was a good hike. Shaded and hilly. My left hip (which for those of you who don't know is all messed up and has been from birth, although I bravely defy the people who tell me not to run and not to do strenuous stuff and always have) was very well-behaved. A chiropractor told me once that I would probably need hip replacement surgery eventually. To them I say: sod off. I'm active. I walk, I run less than I used to, I dance, I hike, I play. Nobody can tell I have a "bad" hip. Not yet. It doesn't hurt that much most days, and on the days it does hurt... I just go sit in the sun.
Speaking of sun, summertime here is a gorgeous, sunny, and hot affair. We have that perfect blue cloudless sky and lush vegetation and full-on sunny dry heat, and for those of you in more humid climates I say "ha." Most of Oregon is desert. We have this little emerald zip going up between the Cascades and the Coast Range and the valley is just freakin beautiful. Everything about it is so lovely, even the blazing desert heat that sneaks in from mid-July to mid-August. So I lose my Oregonian LicenseTM if I don't do this: but it doesn't mean that everyone should move here. Nope, it's not that nice, I'm only kidding, yup yup yup. Of course, most Oregonians are transplants. You can tell the old-timers because they have bumper stickers that say absurd things like Native Oregonian since 1993 and Don't Leave Your Rifle at Home.
It really is a beautiful state, though. I love living on the west coast. I miss my family and friends on the east coast but I think they should all move here. Life is so much... bigger.
Probably no HP fanfic today. So instead, I'll ask a small question here, because I know a lot of you have friended me through the Sugar Quill or other writing places: would it serve you better if I had a separate writing journal for ficlets, fics-in-progress, drabbles, and writing challenges? Or are you of the mind that says mix it up, sister, I like a variety combo plate? See, my real life is just that: real. Not always exciting, not always interesting. Sometimes I complain. Sometimes I'm spectacular. Just like everybody else. So I guess I'm just more curious than anything else what you people on my friends list think, or if you even give it a second thought. But my standard disclaimer applies: I will listen to all comments, but only do what I want.
[Heads off whistling into the hot sunny Oregon summer day]
You people need to come visit me NOW:
lostinapapercup, shellebelle93, sff_corgi, janeylou, and dopplegl.
