and it goes something like this:
i’m the antithetical king midas. if you remember the story, it went something like this: everything he touched, turned to gold. there’s a good moral to the story in the end, but with this metaphor i’m only using the beginning part where everything he touches, turns into something “better” (not truly, but go with it). here is why i am the polar opposite, diametrically opposed, the antithesis of the one who seems to have the gift, that i do not (metaphorically, that is)
everything i touch… breaks. seriously.
i moved out of my roomates place on sunday, and her and i exchanged cards… after i told her what a fabulous roomie she was and how i was going to miss her, i then began my list…
“i’m sorry i broke:”
two mini glasses
the conditioner lid dispenser thing
two bowls
your rake
two glass soap dispensers
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today in denver, we had a few errands to run. i had to get a new battery for my broken cell phone, i had to stop at the camera store to see if they knew what was wrong with the camera i got for christmas, i had to stop at the eye glass store to see if they could fix the glasses i stepped on, and lastly… i spent most of the morning on the phone with my insurace company trying to get a rental car to replace the one that ended up at the bottom of some ditch in colorado.
…at 80 mph she was reaching for her cell phone that had dropped on the passanger floor and she literally rammed my little toyota off the road where we catapulted, yes, catapulted sideways-ish to the bottom of a 30 foot embankment…
now we are stuck, and so to be productive in my stuck-ed-ness… one by one, i’m trying to fix my broken things…
and i’m trying to figure out… if it’s me.
the glasses? me. don’t lay your glasses on the stairs. bad spot. the camera? not me. the phone, maybe me, but maybe not. i always thougth it was so resilient, i’ve dropped that baby more times than i can count but then one day it just stopped turning on… the car? totally not me- phew!! the soap dispensers? they were in a bad spot- seriously! they were always sitting so precariously on the edge of the sink. the conditioner bottle? it too, very precarious, that is. my elbow hit it ALL the time! the bowls, i’m short and had to reach REAL high. kinda my fault. drinking glasses? they just broke, quite random, but probably my fault. rake? definitely me. never shovel snow with rakes by the way- it’s a bad idea.
to my future roommates, if you are reading this. i am SORRY in advance because i will most likely break stuff. but i promise i always replace what i’ve broken. to protect yourself, (and me from guilt!) do not lend me your things, because seriously, if there’s a time when your i pod is going to randomly break down, for no apparent reason, other than the fact that i touched it… it will.
mucho loves.
me.
here’s a piece of advice for you, i’m done with all my “christmas present” blogs… so think of it as a stocking stuffer…
NEVER buy gluten free vegan frosting.
you will feel like you’re icing your chocolate-choclate chip vegan gluten free cake that you worked so flilpping hard on… with gum mixed with super glue.
skip the frosting buy some soy ice cream, throw it on top, and call it good.

if i tried, i could probably think of a way better comparison than this, but with each new week of science (though i am thoroughly enjoying it!) my creativity dwindles…
ever watch or read “the lion the witch and the wardrobe”, if so, you will remember the part where lucy makes her way through the wardrobe and finds herself not at the end of the wardrobe, but in a icy wintery land.
i feel like lucy, but only for that one part of the book, i haven’t thought about the book/movie beyond that point… all i know is when i look out my window to the drive way, the street, to my car…where the heck is my car?! oh yes, under the snow, to the trees, oh and also, to the sky, i see snow, snow, and more and more SNOW. it’s just like the movie. this perpetual winter. one week of snow baby, it’s getting old.
i’m from the pacific northwest. i tell you, in my 26 years this has not happened, or if it did, i was a baby and don’t remember OR i was innocently enjoying freedom from school and building snowmen and eating snow.
so last week, three of my very close friends came to visit, and me, never really watching tv anyway, and being glued to my textbooks for finals did not even know that snow was supposed to be coming! i just woke up one morning and it was there! it hit me like a wall (on the back of a wardrobe) or wait, it hit me NOT like a wall in the back of a wardrobe, but like a secret snow land where the wall in the back of the wardrobe was supposed to be.
i was utterly astonished at first, but in the same way that lucy finds out pretty quick that icy wintery snowy lands are not all fun and snowballs and snowangels, but instead are more like one-half-goat people who try to sell you out to icy witches who want your brother to sell you out for some turkish delight- i too, quickly found that it is not all fun and games.. .instead i learned that portland does not have a efficient system for road clearing (understandable but for some reason shocking!) or salting or pebbling or whatever it is you snow city experts do…and so i was stuck, jenni was stuck, then we were free, then we were back and unstuck, then jenni and chan were both stuck, but now they are free. also, portlanders seem to have an aversion or indifference to young gorgeous women who get stuck in a snow storm and need to hitchhike up a hill…. NOT that i did that. i mean, gosh, i’m not that stupid… ehemmmm… so
there are a lot of hills around here…
there are also a lot of snow drifts, and today there is also ice… on top of the snow. so it’s like 2 inches of ice, then 6 inches or so of fluffly snow, then about a centimeter of ice… it’s like a snow hamburger…with two icy buns. today i fell through the icy bun, into a snow drift, that was disguised so cunningly as ummm.. not deep snow. the snow fell into my right galosh and it was not long after this that i shook my fist at the sky (i didn’t actually shake my fist, but the emotion was there) and i yelled to the clouds… “I HATE ALASKAAAAAA!!!!!!”
i know, i know, i’m in portland, but at this point… portland, narnia, alaska… what’s the difference??
though i am in danger of sounding borderline scrooge-ie, i must admit, I HATE THE SNOW. this girl is in no way shape or form, dreaming of a white Christmas.
snow= snowed in=bored=scared to drive=can’t drive to yakima=sucks!=cabin fever=too much computer=lame, lame, lame.
wow does it feel good to get that one out… don’t get me wrong, the stuff is nice to look at. its calming even… when you wake in the morning, groggy, still half asleep, disheveled hair and all, stumbling down the stairs, to watch it gently and without a sound, float to the earth, covering everything in a soft blanket of white. but it gets old. real fast. like as soon as you realize it’s not going to stop anytime soon and it’s going to make the roads undriveable, fast.
after two days of being snowed in, which included two attempts to drive out, (unsuccessful-obviusly) with much tire squeeling and sliding backwards, and one very eventful cold, and almost tearful trek through the storm to attempt to buy chains with no successs, we were rescued by my superhero roommate and her superhero fiance who bought chains for me. as soon as superhero roomate’s fiance meticulsouly (ha) put my chains on, jenni and i tore out of portland… okay that’s a bit of an exaggeration, “tore out” looked more like slowly and carefully making our way up the two mile hill, where 7 mph and 20 minutes later we made it to the freeway where we experienced FREEDOM!! freedom from the white stuff. it was a great feeling to not see those annoying little flakes whirl around, looking so innocent. we knew better.
currently, i am sitting in a sweet coffee shop in good old Tacoma, cringing with each snow flake, and hoping and praying that they will keep melting when they hit the pavement. thank you jesus for thermometers that read 37º! take that wannabe horrible snowy snow!!
ho ho ho…

good morning snow! you are so innocent and pretty when i am in a half asleep confused state.

tonight, we were about to go out and my brother takes one look at me and says:
“you look like you’re about to go clam digging…
in willy wonka’s chocoate factory.”
oh multi colored galoshes…