"It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows achievement and who at the worst if he fails at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat."

teddy roosevelt. 1910

I call it "Basement, two inches to the left." It's like, "Whoa, where is it?" and man, it's 2 inches to the left. And you'll try to find it, and you'll call me, and I'll say, "Look 2 inches to the left. Tell your friends."

Oh hi

Where's waldo?

Just call me Madame Blueberry

One Headlight

the story behind the song

I've been with less than two headlights before. It all started with the right headlight. That one was only out for a few days. I went straight to AutoZone (best place for buying headlights, especially if you dont know what you're doing), told the guy that I had a car and this was when it was born and this is its race and he knew exactly what it needed. Excellente. He even replaced it for me. I gave him a tip.
Now, my left head light is out. It has been out for 3 weeks. Second events (borns? nawww) never get the prompt attention that they should. Life lesson. I finally went to AutoZone. No such luck as before. I found what I needed but the guy did not offer to help me. I guess the guy I tipped did not spread my good reputation around. He must have hid his tip. He probably wanted to be the only person who helped me. So I have this headlight. It sits on my passenger side. Hey come on try a little, nothing is forever.

*Intermission.
in which something does not go right.
-I go to my station. I ask my buddy how to change my headlight. I shut my car door. He guesses at what I should do. I close the hood. I can't open my car door. My car locked me out. Embarressing. I spent an hour at my station (embarresing), finally found a spare key. Hooray

I then go home to change the headlight. Get a call from the station that i left my headlight there. I go back to the station. I come home.

I tried lots of things. I could have replaced the right headlight. That one was easy. But the left one has the freaking battery right in front of it. Wasn't quite sure how to remove the battery so i left it. I tried other stuff to remove the light and I failed. Embarresing, x2. My fingers hurt. (ps i can never spell embarressing. embarrassing? inappropriate.)

This is me after I tried and failed changing the headlight. I tried for an hour. Notice i have the same expression as normal, only a bit dirtier, and a little more frustrated. This is because it gave me a headache. This car has been war all day. I even filled it up with expensive gas and this is what I get. Ok Herbie. I see how it is. We can drive it home with one headlight.

Maybe if the cops pull me over they'll change it for me since I'm a poor ignorant woman who doesn't know how to do anything to her car but change hubcaps tires and fill up the oil. Oh and I can pump gas too. Yes officer. Please and thank you.

UPDATE:
2 hours later my uncle who is great volunteered to replace it for me. Kind of embarressing because I gues I just didnt try hard enough. But I am now safe. I drove by a cop on my way home from my uncle's house. And I drove past him saying "Ah right. Whatchu got on me now, foo?"

Also. as embarressed as I have been throughout this post you'd think I'd actually spell the word right. Nope. You think wrong.

With two headlights and a peace symbol, I bid you all a goodnight.

Fully aware of my inability to gracefully eat a burrito, I still got a mondo & sat at a window seat. I figured, if I have to eat lunch by myself, I will at least watch people from a window. I sat at a window seat (did I say that?) so I could watch people, then then I suddenly realized that they can see me too. They could see me eating my burrito. They could see the burrito falling apart in my hands. But what if I close my eyes? WHAT NOW, WINDOW SEAT.

 i went to the Timbers first home game. I can't even explain the thrill. I was out of my head - couldnt really believe I was there. So thrilling. Pouring down rain just added to the experience. The fans are crazy, totally legit. Loud pub songs were being yelled out with great swearing all the way through haha - but man we got the best fans ever. And we won! 4-2! Great start for their first year major league and first home game. We could have done better but we did good. I brought a friend and I'm glad I did cuz I probably would have 1) gotten on the wrong Max 2) so not gotten to the stadium 3) so gotten lost 4) would have been robbed and killed 5) wouldnt have had as complete of a good time 6) would have gotten lost and robbed on the way back. It's an awesome experience. But probably one that needs to remain a 2 person event haha. I reeeeeally hope i can go to another. I want tickets to May 25. Ajax vs. Timbers - WHAT COULD BE BETTER! ahhh i'm sorry Timbers but for that game I'll switch sides.

My cousin came and visited for the weekend and that was a blast. We had fat nights. Pizza, mike's, chips, ice cream, lather rinse repeat.

(Rachel I got your letter today! I posted just for you because I still love you so) And everyone else is pretty okay too. haha.

I need to sleep. I almost fell asleep 4 times throughout the day. But I resisted.

And now i'm giving in.