Where Real Life And Dreams Collide

"Going Bamboo." What is it? An old term used to describe British military or East Indian Co employees who spent so much time in Indonesia, India, and Malaysia that they never went back home.

Currently, I am mentally "going bamboo." If I could swap jobs with Anthony Bourdain, I'd do it in an instant. I want to be a traveler, not a tourist. And if I were never cold again, I'd be a hella happy camper.



I think I am an Ex-Pat at heart. I know I know, "America! Love it or Leave it!" etc etc etc. Not dissing the US of A, just saying that maybe This Land and I are not sympatico. I have already accepted that I was born in the completely wrong time period. So why not add country to that.

Actually that last part is not true. I'd rather have my current life experiences and just go elsewhere.

Sigh...Just look at this!


A girl can dream, right? And for the record, the above photos are of Indonesia. Bali and Java to be specific.

Who's To Say Where The Wind Will Take You

Still not amused by templates. Set up a new blog for the kidlet. Had to give her neon candy colors for links.

In theory I am supposed to go to the parentals and get a hose and shovel and go home and plant. In reality it is 97 degrees out there and heading for a record 101. That is sick. Just freakin sick. One god damn week before the air conditioner gets installed at the abode. Figures.

At least there is a nice breeze going. If we had a flat calm it would feel even worse than it does now. Still...warm!

Had indian food for lunch.....again. It's like I am pregnant and craving it. That is not possible of course, but it reminds me of that.

Alright, bladder is about to explode and I need another smoke break. I be outta here.

Curry!!!

Like a bolt from the sky, my dinner plans came to me. Curry. Homemade. Yum. Dunno what is up with the Indian food fixation I have had recently, but it is yummy.

Color Me Impressed

Another beeyoutiful Oregon day. That's sarcasm folks. It is, in fact, cloudy and barely 65. Fun.

Kidlet is with her dad at his gf's parents house. His family came as well so they are having a family bar-b-que. She forgot her painting she made him though. But at least they are out doing something for Fathers Day.

I get to go home and do laundry. Have I mentioned that of all tasks in the home, laundry is the one I hate the most? Yup...Rather scrub a pee ring that deal with laundry. It takes so fucking long!

I snuck out for lunch today and hit the Indian joint next door. That makes 3 times in less than a week for Indian food. Guess I went a bit long between my current binge and the last time I had any. I have been on a Thai kick lately. Love that hot coconut soup at the Thai place in Camas Wa. H and I eat there pretty much whenever I am up there for the night.

Speaking of her, I need to call. Find out how shit goes with her husband. Who drinks. Too much. Too often. You get the point. I swear, is there a decent marriage out there anywhere? I am really beginning to doubt it. There ain't enough cash in the US Mint to get me to marry again. I pretty much figured that out when the ex husband and I split 6 years ago. And what with the fiasco ending to my last relationship, I am convinced. Serial monogamy is the way to go, and skip anything that requires a lawyer to get your ass out of.

Alright...Off to the coal mines.