As I hit send on my last post, a feel­ing of dread and doom passed over me…  The down­load of OSX 10.8 some­thing (Yosemite any­way) has fin­ished down­load­ing.   I’ve been blocked twice in as many weeks from installing new soft­ware that I need to com­plete some upcom­ing projects because my OS (10.7.5 some­thing) is outdated..

OSX Yosemite - Doesn't look good

OSX Yosemite — Doesn’t look good

Given the rat­ings I’ve seen pop up in the App store, I’ve been reluc­tant to try any sort of upgrade, con­tent to wait until the next ver­sion, but it doesn’t look like that will be pos­si­ble now.  So, if you don’t hear from me for a while, well, you’ll know what happened.. :)

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What?
So, I reopened my copy of Fire­fox this evening to find that they’d done one of their back­ground updates. I’ve trusted Mozilla to have my best inter­est at heart for the most part (and for count­less years), but frankly I was a bit sur­prised by their announce­ment that they’ve bla­tantly mod­i­fied set­tings that I as a user have already set up in my software.

It’s been so long since I’ve actu­ally had to mod­ify the search set­tings in Fire­fox that I had to do a lit­tle Yah­Googling to fig­ure out how to re-brain my lobot­o­mized search capabilities.

Yahoo Search Screen Shot

Mozilla changes Fire­fox default search engine to Yahoo with­out user input.

Nat­u­rally, the first search result is com­pletely use­less to actu­ally solve the prob­lem, but luck­ily, c-net has posted a sim­ple tuto­r­ial here to help you get your Goo-I Mean, favourite search engine back..

As an added bonus, they added a wholly redun­dant search box to my tool­bar (which of course defaulted to yahoo).  If your browser has suf­fered the same fate, you may right click the tool­bar and choose cus­tomize which will let you drag the search bar in to obliv­ion.   Hope this helps.

And Mozilla, frankly that was a dick move. Shame on you.

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For the last few years, I’ve orga­nized my email Inbox by fil­ing mes­sages in a folder that will help me find the mes­sages later. I use one folder to hold indi­vid­u­als I deal with reg­u­larly, and another to hold fold­ers for com­pa­nies where I may deal with a bunch of ran­dom peo­ple, or if I don’t deal with them regularly.

Something like this:
 Inbox
   - People
      - Bob
      - Jane
      - Jim
  - Companies
      - Adobe
      - Dynatech
      - Grimm's

Doing this, I can use my Inbox as a sort of ‘to-do’ list that lets me know what I’ve got to accom­plish in a very dynamic fash­ion. Need some­thing from me? Send a quick email, and it’ll get done. I even send myself notes on occa­sion to keep a record of some­thing that needs to be done.

One down­side to this, is a long list of peo­ple and sup­pli­ers that end up mak­ing the fil­ing of these emails kind of oner­ous. Lately I’ve been deal­ing with a num­ber of com­pa­nies in the search for a new soft­ware solu­tion, and I find that Microsoft Out­look fold­ers all tend to look alike when you get a long list of them run­ning down the side of your screen.

The solu­tion I’ve come up with is to mark a sin­gle mes­sage as “read” in the folder that I’m reg­u­larly fil­ing to, to high­light it in bold and make the folder easy to find when I’m quickly scrolling through the folder tree.  This will work in Microsoft Out­look, Apple (Mac) Mail, on your smart phone, gmail, hot­mail, or any other email appli­ca­tions you’re using.

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File list in Microsoft Outlook

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’d encour­age you to try this sys­tem and see how it works for you!

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My buddy Jay recently com­mented on the severe mis­quot­ing and inac­cu­racy of the quotes posted on face­book..  Tak­ing a bit of time away from study­ing, I thought I’d take the oppor­tu­nity to cre­ate a PSA to help curb the ram­pant inac­cu­ra­cies in online quotes..  Dis­trib­ute at will!  :)

 

 

 

As appears to be cus­tom­ary here on cavok, I’ve taken an extended break from writing..

Partly this is because I have a few posts backed up in the edit­ing process, and mostly because I feel com­pletely over­whelmed with the life I’ve cho­sen to date. Some­how, I haven’t learned the appro­pri­ate lessons to cre­ate bal­ance an con­sis­tency in my life. As I get older, my resilience from the effects of dis­ar­ray is steadily decreasing.

My life has always been an exer­cise in brinks­man­ship, con­stantly jug­gling new projects, com­mit­ments and oblig­a­tions. This has been exac­er­bated by my cho­sen pro­fes­sion over the last decade and though I’ve fre­quently com­plained about it, I’ve failed to act upon the knowl­edge to fix the prob­lem with any sort if plan in hand.

With the end of my tenth drilling sea­son approach­ing, I’m going on record now to com­mit to mak­ing that change effec­tive imme­di­ately by remov­ing myself from the full time rota­tion in the field. As I tran­si­tion to in-town work, I may occa­sion­ally pick up work here to achieve par­tic­u­lar goals with the inten­tion to com­pletely extri­cate myself from the direc­tional drilling world over the com­ing year.

With that in mind, over the next few weeks I will work on iden­ti­fy­ing areas to sim­plify my life and remove the clut­ter that has been cloud­ing my cre­ativ­ity and dilut­ing the efforts I’ve put in to sev­eral recent projects. I will com­mit to post­ing my thoughts on the sub­ject and the new plan by end of month.

Com­menc­ing in mid-April I will be actively seek­ing Cal­gary based, short or long term con­tract work on a tech­nol­ogy or pho­tog­ra­phy related project and I would greatly appre­ci­ate any leads in that respect.

For a sum­mary of my qual­i­fi­ca­tions and areas of exper­tise, please see my LinkedIn pro­file here.

As always, I appre­ci­ate those if you who still take the time to check in here once in a while. Thank you all for your support.

 

Okay,
I’m gonna try and to do some really quick updates as I’m head­ing home.

25 May — breakfast.

As I sit in a greasy spoon wait­ing on my omelette, an old timer sits across from me. He’s chat­ting with the staff about his daugh­ter going in in to hospice.

I’m reflect­ing on the con­ver­sa­tion we had as we both entered the restau­rant. About the weather. It’s bad here. I’d com­mented how bru­tal it’d been for me over the last week or so.

The hos­pice con­ver­sa­tion I’d over­head has just set this trip back in con­text. Every­thing I have expe­ri­enced to date has been a gift. All the wind and bugs and bit­terly cold rain are my reward for expe­ri­ence gained and miles traveled.

This whole trip has been a gift of unbe­liev­able intri­cacy that I shall surely be reap­ing the rewards from years to come.

This will be ever present in my mind as I make the final por­tion of my jour­ney home.

25 May

Head­ing in to Leth­bridge this after­noon, then back to Cal­gary. Should be home tonight. Left my Cana­dian SIM card some­where along the trail so I may not have a phone for a bit once I cross the border..

Thank­fully today it’s sun­shiny and beau­ti­ful out.. Not at all like yesterday:

Northern Montana Storms

24 May

Stopped in Buffalo,WY to throw my gear in a dryer and have a quick feed after barely 100mi cov­ered in the rain. It’s snow­ing to the west, so jelly­stone is out for this trip. 700 mi to go. Gonna try and push home tonight if I can stay dry and warn enough..
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May 21:

Safe and sound some­where. Rus­sel? Sure, lets call it Rus­sel.
Wish you were here.
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May 20:

Safe and sound some­where south of St. Louis MO.. Great ride today with a bit of rain and some crazi­ness.. I totally over­shot High Knob Camp­ground which was my intended stop for the evening.. :( Guess I’ll have to save my visit for the next trip.. :(

May 19:

Got to Nashville last night just in time to head out and grab a bite to eat.. Chang­ing things up from my last visit, I trusted in Trip Advi­sor to lead me to some­thing cooler than the stan­dard Broadway-Honkey-Tonk-Tourist-Traps.. I ended up at the Back Alley Diner for a bite to eat, and a few drinks and had a pretty great time hang­ing out with the likes of Chris & Chris­tel, Kevin & Kim, and Miss June, who under no cir­cum­stances should ever be called “Miss” June.. Man­aged to do a bit of a local pub-crawl with C&C and K&K to end up the night. — Fantastic!

I’m off into the coun­try and don’t expect to have much in the way of inter­net for the next few days, to don’t worry about an update for a bit! :)

Oh, also, I’ve added a lit­tle adorn­ment to Thirsty­Girl. This really ties the whole bike together.. ;)

Hula girl on an FJR 1300?  I say YES!

Thirsty­Girl and I took a break and headed for the coast. I had to see the ocean for at least a lit­tle bit… Our prox­im­ity to the oft-discussed-in-motorcycle-circles “Tail of the Dragon” ride on US 129 made it a log­i­cal start to the trip. The dragon is well known around these parts, and is pop­u­lar with both auto and motor­cy­cling enthu­si­asts. There is much lore sur­round­ing the (reported) 318 curves on this 11 mile stretch of road, most of it sur­round­ing the num­ber of deaths this year (appar­ently 8 already in 2012, but I don’t believe this to be accurate..).

See­ing this, I knew we were in for an incred­i­ble ride..

Road sign: Truck Advisory. US 129 South. Switchback curves ahead. Consider alternate routeRoad sign: Truck Advisory. Switchback curves ahead. Consider alternate route (US 129 South)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I man­aged to get some video uploaded.. This is a fairly high-speed ver­sion of the footage I shot from the front of the bike.  It’s pretty shaky due to some vibra­tion prob­lems I hadn’t antic­i­pated and the really twisty-turny stuff starts about 2:40..  Don’t feel bad about fast-forwarding.. Hope you enjoy..

If you can’t watch, or per­haps can’t wait ’till the end, this is what I found at the end of my ride up the hill:  Ooops.

Busted!

Around the cor­ner from my impromptu stop was the Deal’s Gap store which is really the tail of the tail of the dragon, they’ve got a motel, gas sta­tion and a whole pile of sou­venirs and tchotchkes to prove  you’ve been there!

Beyond Deal’s gap, I took a break from US 129 and headed down High­way 82 along the spec­tac­u­larly beau­ti­ful shores of Cheoah Lake. I can say with­out a doubt that this stretch of high­way was even more enjoy­able than the first sec­tion of the day. The curves were equally hair-pinned and bendy, but the drive was just a bit more relaxed with­out the onslaught of oncom­ing traf­fic wan­der­ing across into my lane..

At some point along its length, 28 joins up with High­way 107 and con­tin­ued to inspire awe (at least on my part)..   I shot this photo around 5:30 PM,  just over the South Car­olina border.

Highway 28 and 107 in South Carolina:  Road, motorcycle mirror and open road

High­way 28 and 107 in South Carolina

It was get­ting nearly time to shut down for the night, but I had a few more hours of road to get behind me to keep mov­ing east..   For some rea­son every turn I made to head in the right direc­tion headed me back toward Atlanta..   The most detailed Rand McNally maps I could find failed to list the plethora of actual high­ways that line this coun­try­side, sig­nif­i­cantly adding to the con­fus­ing nav­i­ga­tion sce­nario..  Oh, iPhone maps, yeah, they’re much more con­fus­ing. I digress, but it’s pos­si­ble you’ll hear a rant about them later.

Funny thing with North­ern Geor­gia, in stark con­trast to the beau­ti­ful lit­tle farms that line East Ten­nessee roads, the coun­try­side here was really bar­ren.  Devoid of houses, farms, cities and really any pop­u­la­tion at all.. I finally found my way to the small town of Lavo­nia GA and bed­ded down for the night.

The next day of travel took me through more of north­ern Geor­gia and South­west­ern South Car­olina.  (I know this gets con­fus­ing, have a look at the map and stick with me!). I took the oppor­tu­nity to stop and take a walk through a Civil-War era Con­fed­er­ate ceme­tery in McCormick SC.  For those of you who haven’t had the oppor­tu­nity to wan­der through old-country grave­yards, I’d highly rec­om­mend the expe­ri­ence.   His­tory comes alive when you start see­ing cru­cial his­tor­i­cal dates etched in stone. The thing that struck me was how long peo­ple were liv­ing back in the late 17 and early 1800’s.. Sev­eral of the stones I read were peo­ple that lived well into their 80’s and 90’s, and that’s through the US Civil War!  Who­ever says we’re liv­ing longer today might want to recheck their stats. ;)

Robert Bayless Dean, PVT CO E 13 BATT, SC Infantry, Confederate States Army, Apr 3, 1837, Feb 18, 1905

Robert Bay­less Dean, PVT CO E 13 BATT, SC Infantry, Con­fed­er­ate States Army, Apr 3, 1837, Feb 18, 1905

Lewis Bozeman, Died May 2, 1859, about 88 years old

Lewis Boze­man, Died May 2, 1859, about 88 years old

Elizabeth T. Dean, consort of, Thomas Dean, Born April 8th 1795, Died, October 10th, 1865, Aged 70 years, six months, and 2 days

Eliz­a­beth T. Dean, con­sort of, Thomas Dean, Born April 8th 1795, Died, Octo­ber 10th, 1865, Aged 70 years, six months, and 2 days

Confederate Cross

The whole after­noon took me through some pretty eco­nom­i­cally depressed areas..  I saw very lit­tle in the way of indus­try, com­merce, or any other viable form of income save a bit of farming..

Building for Rent: Bracknell's - This BUILDING may FALL but the QUALITY of our MERCHANDISE - WILL NEVER -

Build­ing for Rent: Bracknell’s — This BUILDING may FALL but the QUALITY of our MERCHANDISEWILL NEVER -

Often, I’d come across vir­tual ghost towns that looked recently-prosperous. It was simul­ta­ne­ously sur­real and sad­den­ing. Cross­ing the state line between South Car­olina and Augusta GA was per­haps the most stark con­trast between have and have-not..  After a half day of pass­ing run-down farms and deserted towns, the sub­urbs of Augusta were incred­i­bly post and well developed..

Augusta itself has seen bet­ter days..   Both of my cam­eras had given up the ghost by the time I got there, but I man­aged to catch a few shots of the Augusta Pow­der Works build­ings where much of the Con­fed­er­ate gun­pow­der and muni­tions were made dur­ing the Civil War.  Much of the area around the pow­der works was incred­i­bly depressed and as I rode around I couldn’t help but think that it deserved much more explo­ration and time with a cam­era and an open ear.

ThirstyGirl at the Augusta Powder Works

Thirsty­Girl at the Augusta Pow­der Works (Now a cot­ton company)

Push­ing on, and after one more speed­ing ticket (a lit­tle more than a hand-slap this time) I finally made it in to Savan­nah and got set­tled for a few days of wan­der­ing..  That, in the next post. This one is already get­ting toooo long. Read Part 2 here if you’d like to continue!

 

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Savan­nah Geor­gia turned out to be an incred­i­bly beau­ti­ful city to just walk around for  a few days (the old His­toric Dis­trict was at least!)..  Savan­nah res­i­dents seem to take great pride in the many treed squares and beau­ti­ful archi­tec­ture that fills the old dis­trict and they’re well worth an after­noon to wan­der through, or just to sit down and watch oth­ers do the same.  Those inter­ested in high-end antiques will delight in the plethora of shops cater­ing to those with a pen­chant for ancient his­tory and/or money to burn.  Sadly, most of the books I found in the stores I vis­ited were writ­ten in Swedish or Ger­man lan­guage, nei­ther of which were par­tic­u­larly use­ful to me.

Savannah Harbour Diptych

Scat­tered about the same dis­trict are numer­ous build­ings belong­ing to the Savan­nah Col­lege of Art and Design (SCAD) an art school with a pretty great story. If you spend any amount of time in the area, you’ll undoubt­edly come across the plethora of art stu­dents going about their daily lives.  Owing to the sheer num­ber of of artsy-types, I couldn’t help the con­tin­u­ous loop of Lydia the Tat­tooed Lady play­ing in my head as I wan­dered about town. :)

The night-life in Savan­nah is plen­ti­ful and full of choice.  One of my favourites by far is the Bay Street Blues, a good, hon­est bar with freakin-fantastic music!

I’m told there was a lot of really great food to eat in town, and I did man­age to have a few good meals but with the way my tim­ing worked out a few snacks seemed to do me well for most of my two days here..  Paula Dean’s restau­rant did come rec­om­mended, and indeed it’s pop­u­lar (so pop­u­lar in fact that it spans three floors and sports a wait­ing list).  Ms. Dean is well known for her south­ern cook­ing, and indeed the buf­fet sup­per her estab­lish­ment served was pretty tasty, the ser­vice and din­ing expe­ri­ence left a lot to be desired.

I try to be as pos­i­tive as pos­si­ble on this site, but my next stop at Hilton Head Island was, well, fright­en­ing (in a chil­dren of the corn sorta way).  I will say, that on my way out to Hilton Head, I man­aged to find a farmer’s mar­ket and food-fair in the small town of Bluffton SC.  Also found here was the posh­est choco­late chip cookie I’ve ever eaten.  I mean, seri­ously, who puts whipped cream on a cookie? Idunno, but every­body should!

Posh Cookie in Bluffton, SC

So, yeah, Hilton Head Island. One of the odd­est (and oddly uncom­fort­able) places I’ve vis­ited in a long time.  As I drove the long park­way out to the island, I passed per­fectly man­i­cured medi­ans that led me to believe I’d headed into sub­ur­ban hell.   This was only the begin­ning.  Hilton Head, it turns out, is FULL of time-share con­dos and plan­ta­tion resorts..  I stopped in to a “tourist infor­ma­tion” cen­ter look­ing for a bed and break­fast or hos­tel with no luck.  Turns out that it was actu­ally a time­share sales office. Ergh.. I have to be fair though, the gal there was nice enough to send me to one place that did have hotel rooms too, and gave me some rec­om­men­da­tions for food and drink that night. I was still pretty exhausted from an epic night out in Savan­nah, and called it quits after search­ing in vain for a place to eat some­thing healthy.  In the process, I learned that the plan­ta­tions (there are many) on Hilton Head have all banned motor­cy­cles from the prop­erty.  All motor­cy­cles. Huh?  Must be that only bad peo­ple ride motor­cy­cles.. Or something..

Look­ing for that meal, I only man­aged to find a bar that sold food.  As I waited for my burger (the health­i­est thing I could find), I came to the hor­ri­ble real­iza­tion that I was in some really awful ’80’s summer-party-movie..  Really. Awful.   Though my hotel was peace­ful, I was happy to get out of there in the morning..

Head­ing north again, toward North Car­olina, I hap­pened across Cry­ba­bies Tav­ern (as I was search­ing for food again) in Beau­fort, SC. (not to be con­fused with Beau­fort, NC… One is pro­nounced Be-U-fort, the other BO-fort to mit­i­gate any chance of mis­taken identity.. )

Cry­ba­bies is pos­si­bly the BEST lit­tle dive-bar I’ve ever had the plea­sure of drink­ing in. The bar­tender was awe­some, and the patrons were just good, hon­est, unpre­ten­tious, and hos­pitable. This place is well worth stop­ping in if you ever hap­pen to find your­self in Beau­fort (SC). High­light? The base­ball bat behind the bar.  Win!

Crybabies Tavern, Beaufort SCThreat deterrence: Crybabies Tavern, Beaufort SC

Interior photo: Crybabies Tavern, Beaufort SC

I made my way up to Charleston North Car­olina, the site of the first shot in the US Civil War and home to the high­est den­sity of beau­ti­ful and fit peo­ple I’ve seen in the United States of Amer­ica.  Yowza!   Take your ten, add about twelve and you’ve got your­self a good aver­age for Charleston.  In all seri­ous­ness, I did see an incred­i­bly high pro­por­tion of healthy-weight peo­ple here, in com­par­isoon to many of the other places I’ve down in the US.  I’m not sure how the demo­graph­ics play in to this but suf­fice it to say, if you’re look­ing to find an active and fit pop­u­la­tion, this’d be a good place to start looking!

In Charleston, I stayed in a dorm room at the Notso Hos­tel which turned out to be a refresh­ing change from the hotels I’d been stay­ing in.  I got a chance to min­gle with proper trav­el­ers and even some rel­a­tive locals dur­ing my two day stay.. The bagels and Nutella for break­fast were an unex­pected bonus too!  All in all, def­i­nitely a worth­while place to stay.

With the onset of muggy, rainy weather a few days before, I’d been on the move to try and find nice weather. The prospects looked kinda dim for find­ing sun any­where in North Car­olina, so I made the best of it and headed down to Fort Sumpter, the site of the events that really kicked off the Civil War. It may not look like much now, but in its day, Sumpter’s walls were three sto­ries tall, and it boasted an officer’s quar­ters that were fit for a gen­tle­man, com­plete with mar­ble fire­places, canopy beds and par­quet floors.. Unfor­tu­nately for the occu­pants, it was designed to with­stand attack from the ocean with 50′ masonry walls and posi­tions for some 130 guns most of which weren’t actu­ally installed yet. Oh, and the Con­fed­er­ate attack just hap­pened to come from the land-side.  It fell, and the war was on..

Fort Sumpter NC

Fort Sumpter NC

Undaunted, but grow­ing weary of the poor, driz­zly weather envelop­ing the east coast, I made the deci­sion to head inland and get away from the rain.  I started the five hour drive in a down­pour and ended up in Asheville NC in near freez­ing tem­per­a­tures..  As I dragged my weary and weather-numb body into a restau­rant for a cup of cof­fee and a minute to regroup, a local cop men­tioned to me that it was sup­posed to snow that evening.   Crrrap!   I’m down here to avoid the snow, not find it!

Luck­ily, that pre­dic­tion turned out to be false, and I’d found one of my favourite hos­tels of all time, Sweet Peas.  If you’ve ever won­dered how to run a hos­tel right, this is the place to see. Upon check-in, you’re pro­vided with a towel, face cloth, and a Sweet Peas sticker.. Noth­ing like a lit­tle free adver­tis­ing!   The build­ing is super-clean, beau­ti­fully designed, and well equipped.  I opted for a pri­vate room because I had a whole pile of gear to sort out, but there are open four bed dorms and semi-private “pods” avail­able as well.  The beds were rea­son­ably com­fort­able and linens were pro­vided on all beds–Nice!

Asheville itself is an incred­i­ble town (city?) full of ran­dom art at every turn and this alone puts me in a happy place.    Top that off with a daz­zling selec­tion of phe­nom­e­nal food, and a laid-back but super­cool nightlife, Uni­ver­sity of North Car­olina and a con­cert hall that fea­tures the likes of (Cal­gary native) Leslie Feist  and you’ve got a hel­lufva hol­i­day des­ti­na­tion, and I can imag­ine, a pretty great place to go to school!

Chicken Lane artwork, Asheville, SC

Ashville, NC Back Alley

Creative Addressing: Asheville, NC

Piano Garden: Asheville, NC

And even a lit­tle left­over from our afraid-of-the-Russians days..

Cold War Remenants: Asheville, NC

The trip back to Ten­nessee to meet Chris­tianne is next on my update list, and was rel­a­tively unevent­ful except that one time I stood Thirsty­Girl on her back tyre try­ing to merge back onto the interstate..

Ooops.

Your map for this side-trip:

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As I sit here reply­ing to mes­sages and prepar­ing my list of activ­i­ties (chores) for the day, I came across this video I’d sent to a friend in Octo­ber. It struck a chord with me then, and even more now as I look over a grove of trees through which the sun is shin­ing and the wind is gen­tly blow­ing. I’m reflect­ing on the last sev­eral weeks on the road. I’m so truly grate­ful for the oppor­tu­ni­ties I’ve had that enable this sort of trip in the first place. I’m over­joyed by the con­nec­tions I’ve made with peo­ple I’d never ordi­nar­ily meet. I’m awed by the incred­i­ble diver­sity in land­scape and cul­ture I’ve expe­ri­enced, and dou­bly awed by the incred­i­ble sin­cer­ity and kind­ness of each indi­vid­ual I’ve met along the way.

One thing that makes me a bit sour is that I’ve done very lit­tle in the way of updates here; in fact, you still need to hear about the trip with Chris­tianne, and the trip to Geor­gia, North and South Car­olina before that, a bar called Cry­ba­bies and the hor­ror of Hilton Head island. I’ve been feel­ing a bit guilty about not updat­ing but truth­fully, it takes a great deal of time to com­pose each of my posts, and I sim­ply run out of time each and every day I’m here and I’m quite con­tent to just enjoy each day so the updates may just con­tinue to be sparse..

Some days here are spent doing absolutely noth­ing, and oth­ers are filled with chores and excite­ment, either way, they dis­ap­pear so unbe­liev­ably fast. That obser­va­tion serves as a reminder that life itself is just as fleet­ing and how impor­tant it is to enjoy, nay rel­ish each day of our lives. I present you with my favourite com­ment from the afore­men­tioned film.. Please enjoy both the film and your day!

You think this is just another day, in your life. It’s not just another day. It’s, the one day that is given to you, today. It’s given to you; it’s a gift. It’s the only gift that you have right now, and the only appro­pri­ate response is gratefulness.

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A friend of mine posted on her face­book page yes­ter­day:
Voted, Taxes in, Mom picked up at air­port … I play ‘Adult’ well.

Upon read­ing that, my first thought was.. “Oh, crap!  I’ve been gal­li­vant­ing long enough that I didn’t vote in the elec­tion, the accoun­tant had to remind me that my taxes were due, and I’ve got a very impor­tant pas­sen­ger to pick up at the air­port today..   I really hope I’m enough of an adult to get one out of three right.”

I’m unbe­liev­ably excited (to say the least) about this trip to the air­port though, so we should be all good! I’ll be pick­ing up one incred­i­bly cool chica who has taken a pretty big leap of faith and headed down here on a whim so we can see the Rolex Ken­tucky together..  You’ll see more of Chris­tianne over the next week as we explore Ken­tucky and the Smoky Mountains!

With that all said, she’ll be here in less than 12 hours and I still have much to do..  More updat­ing later..

:)

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