So, I sort of got busy, and then busier, and then I ran away to California for 3 weeks (craziness) and then I came back and discovered that the wild had attempted to overrun my house, and instead of taking pictures of it to show you before and after and all that, I instead just attacked it and drove it back, and somehow in all this I’ve not been blogging. Or writing much at all for that matter, and now I don’t know what to do with myself, so I’m writing insanely long sentences that may or may not be actual run on sentences (I’m not going back to check my punctuation, thank you very much), and here I am.
I do, however, want an award for a prodigious number of “and’s” in the aforementioned paragraph or whatever the heck that is.
And now that I’m home again, I have the urge to rearrange my house. Does this ever happen
to you? You think you get things set up the way you want it, and then one day, you think
of a better way to do it, and so you move the furniture around… And I’ve never
even posted a complete house tour… and then again, I might never either, you might
just have to come visit (partially cause if you visit, I’ll be motivated to have the
whole house sparkling 
not that it isn’t always… how dare you think that?
So I came home from Cali to 3 new karate classes and a typical week of multiple photo shoots and a wedding. I’m now teaching karate 3 days a week instead of one, as well as training, and staying on top of the demands of running my own business. (Why am I tired again? And why don’t I have time to blog??? but I must blog, because I have a sort of compulsion to write and since I like interaction with my writing, I thus have a compulsion to blog, and since I like interaction, if you’re still reading even after my long absence, please please let me know)…
hem hem. That wasn’t a blatant plea for comments, by the way, since it took place entirely in a parenthetical remark.
Peace out.
P.S. did i mention there’s a hoarse sounding screech owl in a tree outside my window?
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Considering lines…
A lot of people hate lines. Standing in them anyway. I personally avoid them whenever possible, and then should the evil arise, I don’t stress. I either talk to the people I’m with, make new friends around me (works most of the time as long as there’s normal people in the line, the not-so-normal ones think it’s weird to strike up conversations with strangers… go figure), or now that I have caved in and joined the ranks of iPhone members, I can surf the web, check my e-mail, or download a never ending supply of apps.
But you know the lines that really bug me?
Lines of trees.
Or rather, trees planted in lines.
Unless it’s an orchard, and then all that order and symmetry looks kind of cool.
But barring that one exception, trees weren’t meant to be planted in lines people!! Do you see lines in the forest? Trees grow in clumps, at random, and yes, along streams, but even then there trunks don’t line up with each other. But around here, many people seem to think that landscaping is planting a line of trees in the front yard.
And don’t get me started on the even numbers.
Folks, it’s like to give me a seizure.
Speaking of lines, there are these three horses on my drive home that in the evening like to stand by their fence in a line and look at the cars. This line doesn’t bother me cause it’s cute. And sometimes they stand facing the road, and sometimes they stand mooning the road.
I figure it has to do with how their day went, or perhaps it’s a sign of some larger cosmic significance, but either way, today, they were looking at the road, so all must be right in the world.
Except for the fat green caterpillars that did my fennel completely in in less than 24 hours.
And squash bugs. They did my zucchini in while I was gone.
But other then that…