Excuse Me, Officer

Alright most of you know that I live in downtown Missoula. Which is actually quite a lovely place, very convenient for life, work, activities, etc. However, the location that I live in also has a lot of crazies that pass by it on a regular basis. Which is usually fine, because most of them do not mean any harm. But sometimes I get a little weirded out. Take right now for example. I'm sitting at home on my couch and have my shades open a crack and I can hear a crazy lady talking to someone outside. Except that no one is there. She just said "Hurry, look at what they've done to us." Followed by, "Please please please don't let that happen to him. You're all going to die. Go on the bus quickly." And while I'm sure she is not harmful to anyone, at the same time it freaks me out. Especially when she starts yelling.

Too Bad

Seriously?

So there's something I need to get off my chest. It's about a boy and relationships (please, keep the shock to yourselves.) It's something I've been thinking about for a while, but that has recently been brought to my attention in full force.

Have you noticed how many people are "scared" of having a relationship or getting hurt? Well I have. And it's a lot.

And it seems to me that people are usually scared of something new because of an experience they have had in the past where they have been hurt, burned or had their heart stomped on. To which I say fair enough. However, I don't think it's fair to "punish" other people because you've been hurt in the past. (Now I'll switch to first person because let's face it—obviously this is something happening in my life right now and we might as well admit it than pretend like I'm talking about someone else.) First of all, I'm not the one who hurt you, so how about if you quit taking someone else's actions on me? I had nothing to do with it. Trust me, I know how if feels to have your heart hurt by someone (I've got a few battle scars.) But I'm not willing to let myself miss out on you and something that could be really great because I'm afraid to get hurt again. You think about that.

Today

A coworker sent this to me today. I love it.

"Life is short. Break the rules. Forgive quickly. Kiss slowly. Love truly. Laugh uncontrollably. Never regret anything that made you smile."

My Closet Threw Up

Right now it's raining in Missoula. I've got candles burning and Josh Groban singing. Which is pretty much the perfect way to end the day. A few random thoughts for the night...

1. Josh Groban is one of those artists that you cannot call by just his first name. You know how you can call Dierks Bentley just by "Dierks?" (yep, you can.) Well that kind of casual attitude is not going to fly for Mr. Groban. Just an FYI. Let's show a little respect here people.

2. I turned 26 last week. Kind of hard to believe that I am actually in my mid- to late-20s. Still not sure how this is all going to go down, but I think it's going to be a good year.

3. My closet has officially thrown up all over my aparment. I't actually quite ridiculous. (Want me to tell you a secret? It's been that way for a week!) My coat rack busted, probably due to the weight of all my stinkin' jackets, but instead of picking it up, I just thought I'd let it work itself out for the past few days. When it was apparent that no one was going to pick it up and sort this mess out, I had to do it myself. Story of my life these days.

4. The sentence, "You need to get a husband" was said to me several days ago. Oh by who, you may ask? My dad. He's real sweet. I was having some issues with the whole "lefty loosy, righty tighty" concept when it came to hooking up the hose. I worked at connecting the hose to the pump for a good five minutes before I had to sweetly yell to my dad to PLEASE come help me. Don't worry, he came out and turned it the correct way and it went on like a dream. Then he followed it up with the husband comment.

5. Flowers make me happy. My best friend sent me roses last week and they are still absolutely beautiful! Looking at them makes me smile. I have a pretty awesome BFF. :)

That's it for now. Hope your random thoughts are running wild on this perfect rainy Sunday. xoxo

A Many Splendid Thing

The last few days have brought a ton of emotions and feeling (more about that later) that have got me thinking. Love is an awesome thing. And the ability to love is a gift. And while loving can be a risk, it's worth it. Sure, it may not always turn out how you wanted and the likelihood of ending up with a bruise or fracture is probably high, in the end it's all worth it.

Because to love and to give love is really what it's all about.

Pathetic

Usually I'm pretty fine with being single. But there are a few instances when I feel a little pathetic. The main one is when I'm sick. I'm a pretty sad sick person who is not tough at all when it comes to not feeling good. When I'm under the weather, all I really want is to have someone beside me. And no one's here. And that sucks.

No Subject Really

Dear You,

I thought you may be wondering what I have been up to lately. (At least I hope you are...mainly for dignity's sake as I've been wondering what you've been up to. For starters, I've been a busy little missy. Over the past few months, I've visited friends in Chicago, kayaked and met new friends in Pittsburgh, been to Glacier TWICE!, attended the ever famous Augusta Rodeo, played and sang at two weddings, traveled to Utah for my cousin's wedding, saw Ani DiFranco in concert, went camping, got a nasty cold, played beauty shop and of course, spent several hours playing.

But enough of that. I've been thinking about you and hope you are well, safe and happy. As for me, just know that I am well. And safe. And yes, happy. I can hardly believe that August is almost here. For one, because it means summer is quickly leaving. And two, because it's almost my birthday...yikes. Even though you're not going to be here for my birthday, it's okay. I'm sure you're off doing whatever it is people like you do.

And as funny as it sounds, in some ways I'm glad the time is passing so quickly. Because that means I'm closer to seeing you. And I can hardly wait!

xoxo

Shhh

Thank you to a Sunday evening viewing of Titanic for the following...

"A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets."

How true is that? I know my heart is full of them (except that I tend to wear it on my sleeve, so things that I think are "secret" are probably not as secret as I like to think. But we'll just roll with that for now, mainly for dignity's sake.)

What's your secret?

I Heart Montana

Alright, I'm sure that you already know how much I love Montana (from the title of my blog and the fact that I am making my life here.)

But every once in a while, I am reminded of some of the reason's why I love Big Sky Country. I just spent the last few days up in Whitefish/Flathead Lake/Glacier Park working with a crew from Ireland. And, I would like to add, had the best time with them! Absolutely a delight to work with and I certainly hope our paths cross again in the future. As part of our time "up north" we did a variety of activities and worked with some fabulous people...here are some photos of the last several days...And a reminder of why I love Montana. And the Irish!

ps-There are cowboys in one of the shots--I've hit the jackpot!