the art of unpacking. and re-unpacking.

i just kinda like this one... (try not to cringe, mama!)

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it took me a while to unpack once i moved to texas.  in fact, i still have a few frames to hang on my walls...
not that that should be a surprise to anyone.  it takes me weeks just to unpack a suitcase from a 2 day trip.
i was finally making some progress, working so hard to feel at home in my little blah apartment.  and just when i started to feel like i was getting there, that progress was cruelly, cruelly undone...

the newspapers were originally all stuffed in the blue thing.  but Someone thought they would do something about that....

morning. it's really real!!

everyone probably knows all about this little guy, but i love him!!

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it just so happens that, occasionally, i do see the morning happen.  i even have proof.
once upon a time my car blew up (which may or may not have occurred due to the fact that i ran over a parking curb - it was an accident, ok??).  anyways.  i was without a car, and so had to walk to the bus, and this is what i saw:

disclosure:  i discovered poladroids waaaaaaaaay before instagram.  i'm no facebook hipster, even if i do like independently signed, totally unknown musicians who wear panama hats and beachy waves in their hair.  that's totally and completely irrelevant.

tomorrow = a few days later

i like a song.  suprise.  i can't tell if it's a love song or not...

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once upon a time, my sissy and i encountered some deadly alligators (remember?  i said i'd tell all about it...).  it was mostly my fault.
i thought it would be really great, and really american, and really 90's to get floaty alligators.
i always wanted those cool shaped floats when i was little and saw them taking up half the swimming pool.
like these:

so when i saw the chance to get some really amazing alligators, i couldn't pass.

anyways.  once upon a time, when i was still a baby (aka no study abroad, no degree, no boyfriend [does having a boyfriend mean you're growing up?], the list goes on), i almost got killed by an alligator.

i made a very bad choice to float the river with my sissy, who did not almost get killed by an alligator.  in fact, she was befriended.  jerk.

i told my sister it would be so great to go to steamboat and see our friends (aka. her friends) and float on my shiny new alligators.

it was basically a death sentence.

we got all sunscreened up and had our alligators nice and full of air.

within two seconds of getting in, i was bucked off and scraped my knees on the rocks that were approximately 3 inches below the surface of the water.

things were not looking good.

within about 5 minutes i was bleeding.

and then the rapids came.
(this is the yampa we're talking about.  in late august.  very dry. very rocky.  the rocks stick out of the water and cause rapids and try to impale you.)

i was basically riding my alligator's belly.  hanging on from below.  the stupid thing was so slippery that i couldn't stay on.

i'm usually not a big bruiser.  it takes a lot, and about 3 days for a bruise to show up.  but by the end of our float my knees were both purple, as were my elbows.  and hips.

and you know what?  my sister wasn't even wet.

here is the evidence:

on the way to float.  super excited.  no idea that every second we're coming closer to death itself.

first 3 seconds, and i've already been bucked off.  my whole right side landed on the rocks.  ps.  sister's fine....

alligator wrestling.  it. must. pay.

mikah and gary the alligator were feeling very zen.

the end.

mikah's face:  that was so much fun!

claire's face:  there's still a chance these things could kill us.

a big, fat, texan 4th

i had a very american sort of 4th.  obviously, since it was the 4th of july, it was american.  but this one seemed especially...something.  or maybe it was especially texan.  i guess that is a little different...

sara and i spent the afternoon by the river.  then she took me to her parents house for dinner (banana cream pie, anyone?).  after that, we went with a couple of sara's friends to a nearby lake and drove around and swam, and then watched fireworks from the lake!  and then after the fireworks - i know you're not going to believe this - i went night swimming!  i made sure everyone else got in first, though, so the hungry fish wouldn't eat me.  of course, we also had a few spontaneous boat dance parties...

 the infamous, deadly (and i'm not exaggerating!) alligators (which apparently, you don't know about - so i will tell you.  tomorrow.

 sara's parent's driveway.  

 the american texan lake! with a tree growing in the middle!

 the gathering of the masses.  it doesn't look like a lot, but the entire lake was packed.

 one photo of fireworks, in case anyone forgot what they look like.

 i liked the swirlies that the lights made on the water.

rest in peace dear, dear frederica

poor, poor, frederica,

not that death is ever timed well, but you couldn't have blown at a worse time.  i just moved to a new city where i still don't know my way around, i'm living on student loans, and i have no time because i'm in the School of Really Really Really Really Hard and Fast.

now i have to spend all my time (maybe not all) replacing you.

i'm sorry i drove over a parking curb and massively punctured your radiator so that it (and the reserve) would drain out in one night.  and i'm sorry i tried to drive you to the ford place to get your puncture fixed, and that your temperature gauge didn't work right and so said that you weren't overheating but you really were and then you blew a head gasket.  and i'm sorry i was really scared because you started smoking like crazy, and the battery light came on (along with a billion others), and the power steering stopped, and the brakes wouldn't push and i was crying.

i'm Really sorry that i had to get you towed (a whopping $70 for half a mile) and that they could only fix you for $6000, which (no offense) is far more than you were even worth when i bought you.

i'm also really sorry that i know nothing about cars, and that i don't have my daddy to help ask all the right questions to the pushy dealers.  (this growing up thing is turning out to be much harder and scarier than it looks.  i just applied for a Very Large Loan without getting help from my mama and it was very scary.)  but i'm learning about financing, and so i hope some dealer will let me trade you in for more than $100 so that you can help lower my monthly payments.  that would be nice.  it would have been nice if you could have figured out whether i can finance a car using my student loans.  as transportation is a big part of getting to school (yesterday i used my two little legs, which is probably for the best, but still).

we had a few good times, i'll admit that.  like when we went to the cabin the day (or maybe day after) i bought (sort of) you.  and like the times driving back from the ski hill where if i went over 30 you would slide all over the road.  and like the time where your window thing was broken so we had to tape the window shut and wedge it up with cardboard.  and like the one time on the way to texas when you got 45 mpg.  that was fun.

i'm now on blown head gasket number 2.  let's hope your coming descendant will be stronger in that department.

i'll miss you a little bit, frederica.  have fun at the scrap shop.

love,
the poor college kid (stilllll...) who may or may not buy a new car (the may not means i'll get a used one)