My CDA trip

I suppose I should be ashamed for how long I let my blog go without attention. But then again, I'm not. I haven't had much to say that was inspiring or even interesting for that matter. And since I've been pestered about blogging since the beginning of forever, brace yourselves for a very long one, written partially in spite. These past two weeks have boiled down to-

I MISS CDA!

I'm lonely and I miss my mom and sister

I'm hormonal 

So, construe any blog post you like with these three conditions and you may well have yourself the most awful, pointless, angsty post ever written. Yet, today the sun is peeking over the tree tops, a gentle breeze stealing through the windows and the rose blossoms steadily creeping open. Banana muffins are set cooling on the rack, there is not a fly to be seen in this old house, the chores are done and I am content. Content is a good time to blog. 

Thus, I will tell you of my CDA adventures, in pictures no less. 

Boomer had been left so completely exhausted and shaken by his first plane ride that driving was comparable to picking daisies. The amount of drool spilling from his orifices post flight had me in a mass panic thinking I had overdosed him on Benadryl. Alas, no. Now he drools whenever he is nervous.

Every morning, at the mercy of the moody North Idaho weather, the dogs and I went for a walk through one of my favorite places ever. It's my own secret garden. Sadly, my camera phone fails at life, but the pictures still kinda turned out.

 I should also mention the mutant strawberries found in the Costco batches. Mom made sure there was a healthy flow of fresh fruit- something not so common where I live.

 I was captain for a day as I went fishing with some of my best high school friends at the crack of dawn in icy, rainy weather. 3 am people. 3 am. Did I mention is was pouring and the wind was blowing? No? Well it was. We did catch one fish though, even though two others got away on my watch. I told them not to let me reel it in. No, I begged them. I have washed my hands of this matter. On the way in, when the water was white capping, they did let me drive full speed to the launch deck. There was some pretty wicked air involved.

And this is Matt. We had a love-hate relationship in high school. He always knew which buttons to press, but it's alright now. He now holds the title of pacifist hell-raiser at his college, instigating unnecessary political fights and the occasional inappropriate dance display, just because he is bored. Jarred, well, Jarred is still Jarred. The night before I left, Josh, sis, the two guys and I went out for Taco Bell and then ate it on Tubbs Hill at 11:30 at night. There we told "deep dark secrets" and watched other teenagers listen to poorly thought out rap and get wasted. This is why I miss CDA. All of my friends are still there. :(

 I also busted out the sewing machine and made Boomer a hoodie to keep him warm and encapsulate the fur. Annoying white fur.












And then, of course, was my brother's edible art project that I help him with every year. Last year was a storm trooper helmet, this year was Jabba the Hutt. Finally had an excuse to whip out the ol' airbrush.

And then the whole reason I came up to CDA, and it's only polite to mention. Little seester graduated and now she joins the ranks of millions of graduates with too much time on their hands and not a lot of idea where they are going. I still float in this category. Patard turned twelve. I saw my grandma Judi for the first time since my graduation and I had an all around blast. I really miss home... 

:(