Shame shame DJ

I am not sure if anyone besides myself and my mother have noticed that I am not very good with consistency in this blog thing.  I have been caught up in a surprisingly lovely summer.  It was only a surprise because it took a bit longer to start up than expected, and it has continued a little longer past a similar expectation.  So considering today is gray and cold, and school kids are sitting at the coffee shop near me discussing their dramatic lives of social media love and calculus, a writing I will go.  Included are a few fashion frills and some lite dining on my silly adventures in babysitting myself.  Unfortunately in my daily run about I have become so predictable in routine that even the locals notice. So much so that when I go to multiple taco shops in town they know who I am well and have nicknames for me.  Whatever taco shop boy I am single, and if I want to eat fish tacos for dinner four times a week from the same place I can.  In a  movement to get me out of these habits/ruts or mainly this one in particular, although tacos are never in my mind a habit to be considered with any negative connotation.  Preferably I just keep a more modest grasp on the love affair.  Yes this is an affair of love, it is not a healthy decision nor is it rational, it is that I fucking love tacos.  I will die eating tacos!  Now I promise I did more than just eat tacos this summer, but i did eat A LOT of tacos.  I have often thought about calculating the number of hours I have spent eating tacos, drinking coffee, doing yoga, and then I realize well that is um all day.  So as I was saying in order to pepper variety into this habit I went out into the wild world and like a gluten allergy at a dinner party I coaxed my friends into making me tacos.  Ok that really only happened once or twice, the other times I went to Seattle and Vancouver for tacos.  In exchange for my comrades hospitality and dietary accommodation I made them  unicorn poop cookies and took them to a lovely circus.  If you need to make sure there was not a typo in that last sentence then I made them unicorn poop cookies will be retyped for reference.  My horoscope over the last few weeks has been asking some rather interesting things from me.  Like make unicorn poop, and the week before last I was told to wear a wedding dress everywhere I went and throw rice at myself for a week.  I looked at seven places for an affordable twenty dollar wedding dress seeing as I was going to be bar tending in it and had no luck.  Yes I am back behind a bar twice a week let's not talk about that one.  So no on the dress but I did throw some of my rice on the floor one night while eating at Casa.  Anyway if you follow any of these twelveish blogs I have written then you know how much the free will horoscope guy is factored into my weekly decision making.  Obviously I won't and haven't taken this too far but a figured a week in a fancy white dress was very respectable.  Another thing that is respectable is consistency and  reliability.  So here and now I am pledging that with the coming of fall I will make a better effort to write on here with a similar dedication as a Pisces to her fish tacos.  Well I will try.  Picture time...things I love, things I wore, and things I did...

Unicorn Poop is tough work 

Look Ma no lenses

Who am I?  Yes kids I bough mom shorts 

Circus twins/only creepy if you let it 

Our very first attempt to have our show outside.  It worked 

Romantic airport attire 

Words to live by 

A lot of this was done this summer 

Rock show requiring rockstar attire 

Nothing is wrong about any of this 

Brilliant! 

A proper Canadian tux 

Dreaming of next summer already 

YO Mamma 

Glamping summer buddy 

Proof I went to Canada 

The shades that inspired the season 

In conclusion
 by two o'clock tomorrow my hair will be cut like this...It is time
Peace 

Ski to See...

This past weekend was not just a major holiday celebrating beer and BBQ, that is correct right, it was also Bellingham's annual Ski to Sea race.  Now I missed last years by three weeks and still heard about it my very first evening living here.  Small town so you might notice a pattern of events being rehashed like a failing memory.  Dallas think St Patty's day with athletes and better scenery.  I will do my best to break this down for ya Texans.  There are 500 teams of seven, and I have not a fucking clue where they came from/stayed/went after the kegs were tapped.  Anyway the gist of what I got is one person starts at the top of Mt Baker cross country skiing.  They slide along to a hiker who runs up more mountain and then ski/snowboards down.  In a "Hey Man I came all this way down to you now you turn around and go back up" practical, no wait sorry logical.  After this indecisive leg of up and down I think a biker, of which might be road or mountain, or an 8 mile DOWNHILL runner, as in all 8 miles running downhill happens, and somewhere these three legs are executed.  Now at sea level there are two water courses in long boats with funny spelling.  Race over 7 or 8 hrs later (this is not a sentence).  A friend asked what leg of this race I would like to do if ever a marathon type run seemed like something post high school track, race anxiety interested me...is there a yoga/this is why I do yoga leg?  Three pm Sunday afternoon rolled around and I decided the sun was too tempting to stay at the circus.  I finally pulled my bike from my girlfriends garage (best decision I have made in a long time and this morning I ate a cake pop for breakfast so...)  I hopped on my bike in a super short dress, true to Bellingham but cheating by not only wearing tights but small shorts under the dress.  I see you pretty ladies around town letting your shit fly free in the wind and I applaud you, but I am not quite ready to join you!  Maybe next summer.  I flew down to Fairhaven and was greeted by the impressive amount of people gathered for this super weird event.  It was great fun Erin Crosby.  Do not tell me the next time I see you that if I hate this town so much I should fucking move, because I love it here most of the time.  I believe I even had a moment were with a beer in one hand, a group of hot firefighters playing bagpipes, by friend for life Mr Wynton Kelly, and the ocean in constant view I was really happy.  It has been an up and down silly ski race for me these last few months of being in a place with a very different quality of life and still not having much of a life.  What is more important?  I still am not sure but I am not leaving for at least a year and some.  I love what I am learning here.  I want more of it.  I am sorry for those of you wanting fashion and are getting dear public diary.  It will be brought back soon, still peppered with a bit of my self indulgent play by play.  Decorate yourself my friends (umm unless you are still wearing calf length tights, flats, and jersey dresses/skirts .  Kids it is only ok if you are pregnant with one, I will love you if you do but secretly hate it and want to slap you.  Oh and if you teach yoga for a living you too get this exception.  The same as I can wear yoga/stretchy pants anywhere because it is my JOB)  Love love love you and thank you Bellingham for being so good to me even with me running my marathon mouth.  You are full of lovely people finding their way into my heart.

WHAT?!?!? NO PICTURES!!!!  

Meah...

Coordinating Confusion

Well I guess this is it huh.  This is the amazingly mas large-O Spring weather I have been waiting and waiting  for.  One sometimes two (full?) days of beautiful sunlight and almost unrealistically brilliant green.  It is honestly incredible, though brief.  Really though the reaction of the locals might be my favorite part.  It is as if as the seasons change the size of the weather fish gets bigger and bigger, even when we are in the season being exaggerated.  Just wait for Spring!  I can not wait for Spring!  Have you seen a Spring here yet? There is nothing more beautiful than spring here. Wait have you seen Summer in Washington?! Ok here it is and yeah it is great but it is two days on and seven days winter.  Yesterday I drove around with my windows down and my heater on full blast attempting to recreate hot Texas wind.  Yeah...not the same, and yeah I know shamefully unwashingtonly wasteful.  Yesterday I also ate a shit load of fatty, over processed, bleached flour, gluten-packed...wait no it listed extra gluten in the ingredients under vanilla, brand cookies.  Total lie. God I miss cheese fries, they were organic, soy free, agave sweetened, surely made by the actual fucking cows who gave their own milk, labor free, that with my personally farmed coco beans, were all then softly baked together in the solar powered, hand made, reclaimed clay oven, powered with homemade bio-diesel made by rescue cats because the dogs have the recycling program,  and they were um pretty good.  Maybe just organic was written on the box.  Sorry that part was a bit of a bird-walk.  Continuing on, so my body I can tell is totally confused, not by gluten but weather. When I moved here I moved 100 percent surrendering to the idea I will be cold and wet all the time.  I did not expect that in May my body would so strongly start seeking out the nonexistent summer heat.  I am not quite able to turn off my heater especially during the twenty or thirty degree temperature drop at night.  I am no joke having panic attacks when the sun is out and a cool breeze hits me.  If I had a bath tub I would sit in it with sunscreen and US Weekly.  So with today being 73 degrees!  HOLY HELL that was a hot one!  I took a drive with my favorite companion to see the mountain and some big water falls.  It was cool and so I took pictures...BOOM Spring (note winter hat)...

Girly hiking hands

Gew

Spiritual Gangster 

From inside the tree

Rainbow...instagram repeats 

Here a hair accessory =something fashionie

      First Circus performance in one week...be there kids...Sending love.

Update...downgrade

So it has been a bit too long since I wrote a blog.  April kind of kicked my ass.  No I was expecting April to kick ass.  I had awesome shows to see and even more awesome shows to be in.  I was going to learn multiple types of board sports.  I was going to finally see the mountain and armed with my ego rip it apart.  Most importantly I was going to have some lovely weekend free time to plan my lovely Texas trip back for the summer.  What actually happened was I got the flu, and yes that one thing killed all of Aprils ambition.  I was down for eight days, but during those eight days the universe pulled some extreme trickery that I am just having to deal with.  No summer vacation home, no lovely stress free weekend time, no boards, or snow, and a delayed performance.  I was crushed, duh.  I just now stopped feeling sorry for myself over this bull shit universe lesson learning drama, because as a control freak I had NO control.  So that is where I have been.  I will write another "real" blog soon.  Just reconnecting to myself a bit first and letting go.
Namaste bitches :)

Fashion Police/Citizens Arrest

Today is the first day of Spring.  It was a beautiful, warm, and sunny day in my head.  Outside it was windy and cold as hell.  In the spirit of the season I have a hopeful heart about the coming months, mainly because the contrasting point of view seems less promising for a blog post (example: I feel awful about what may or may not happen in the next six months.  End of blog...forever)  I do not really know what to expect other than hopefully warmer weather and warmer people to enter my life.  I am happy here for the most part.  Admittedly lonely, but my job and the circus are so amazing I can not really complain further.  In my small lonesome struggle I began reminiscing on my past.  In a healthy way, not at all glamorizing how I used to be so much fun!  Seriously remember when I was so fun!  Correction I was so drunk. I was so in College.  I was no joke so much fun.  Now I am older, fyi I just had my 29th birthday so I am one year away from a minivan and mom jeans which I would already wear in an act of fashion revival.  Ok so I am still fun I just go to bed much earlier.  I might also be typing this on a bottle of leftover birthday wine and it is almost 10pm and I am still awake.  SEE!  Still FUN!  I do want my younger hipper neighbors to turn down their dub step seeing as I will be asleep as soon as I finish my laundry.  Can you FEEL the fun coming from this West Coast Hottie?  Spring break baby and I've got all my white tees in the wet t-shirt contest my washing machine just hosted.  So you can see I am not glamorizing anything. While I was looking back I came across some of my more "colorful" fashion choices.   The what was she thinking list I that I would have ended up on have not been shamed.  Oh! The places I should not have gone dressed this way.  I can only hope to continue this tradition.  Even if I am half asleep by midnight I will continue to be inappropriately, awkwardly, and offensively dressed wherever my  lame ass takes me!  So now a little recap of some of my finer moments over the last few years...no judgement...

Let us start at the beginning, 10 yrs old...Get it girl..

The power of the word Go

Dallas people that all live in Bellingham now+fur

One word here.  Vegas 

Does anyone remember when I made clothing?  Yeah me  neither.  Here is one

25th birthday bash with best friend.  Spandex all night 

In case you missed the last one

Oh remember when I did that one show.  

Vegas...again

New years, still in spandex and those are pants

Gangster Knitting 

Again with the birthday sparkles 

Hoop earrings and bikini tops??? 

Betty Crocker birthday 

This dress is kind of amazing and still in my closet  

Maybe I should bring back the pigtails 

I clean up alright when I try 

Yes this is me

Read the caption 

This is my spirit dress 

Awe Austin summer boat parties 

You didn't think I would't have a cowboy hat did you?

A girls best accessory is a nice collection of mustaches. 

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How do I look?  (re-edit I am not pregnant.  This is a Halloween costume) 

Yes still wearing this damn hat

Hiking fashion 

The End