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Well...
We've had a house for about two months now. It's a pretty sweet three bedroom adobe house about a mile from where we work. The only major downfall is that the landlord is a total spazz and we aren't allowed to have any pets here. The neighbor lady, who's a relative of the landlord (another downfall), has a six month old St. Bernard mix puppy that I've basically stolen from her. He's making circles around the kitchen island right now as I type this. She "accidentally" hit him with her car last week and also almost sold him at her garage sale. Yeeeah... but the house is cool. We have two living rooms, the house has wood floors (which would be cool in a state that doesn't create so much dust), and uh.. a washer and dryer. There's loads of fruit trees in the backyard. We've started a little garden and I have lots of plants I've either started from seeds or rooted myself. Little things just to keep myself busy.
I've felt pretty homesick lately now that we actually have a house. Lots of the people we've met from around here stop by at random times (since we still don't have a fucking phone), but I've definitely missed around five people from home a lot lately. So much that I even had a good cry about it the other night with a little sorrow for my feline ladies I left back home. I'm lame enough that just typing that sentence almost made me cry.. We have a house, so come see us! I'm willing to throw down extra money from our paycheck that I just spend on dank weed to see you guys. Once I finally have a phone, my first plan is to try my hardest to talk Nicole into coming out west. Honestly, babe, you need what I can see out here. Just a couple of afternoons spent in the mountains where there's quartz crystals smoothed from the waterfalls and you'll feel the water cleansing your mind of everything that plagues it. Actually, that's exactly where I'm having my birthday party this year. It's not too far away...
Josh and I are volunteering for a prairie dog rescue tomorrow. Most people around here hate them and kill them with poisons or dynamite, but we're working to relocate them to some crazy secret location a little outside of Taos. Plus I guess some lady who volunteers for them has heard about my animal experience and wants me to come and feed her prairie dogs daily. Sounds pretty cool to me. I have a little prairie dog pet at work who hangs out with me sometimes. His name's Carlos. He's still a little guy and I swear he knows my voice. It's probably something to do with Pavlov and the fact that if he hangs out with me, I talk to him and give him food. He lets me get about two feet from him, but I think it's cool when I'm talking to someone else at work and he runs out from the bushes to say hello. Yeah, I'm lame.
I have a ton more to say, but this whole having the internet thing is foreign to me right now. I have packages ready to send out, I'm just waiting for a couple of things I made to dry and also to make it to one of the small shops close by to buy some weird ass things like jaguar claws and ... who knows what else I can find.
I'll have hundreds of pictures uploaded soon and personal messages to you all. I just need to get on this whole whiskey and coke thing right now.
We've had a house for about two months now. It's a pretty sweet three bedroom adobe house about a mile from where we work. The only major downfall is that the landlord is a total spazz and we aren't allowed to have any pets here. The neighbor lady, who's a relative of the landlord (another downfall), has a six month old St. Bernard mix puppy that I've basically stolen from her. He's making circles around the kitchen island right now as I type this. She "accidentally" hit him with her car last week and also almost sold him at her garage sale. Yeeeah... but the house is cool. We have two living rooms, the house has wood floors (which would be cool in a state that doesn't create so much dust), and uh.. a washer and dryer. There's loads of fruit trees in the backyard. We've started a little garden and I have lots of plants I've either started from seeds or rooted myself. Little things just to keep myself busy.
I've felt pretty homesick lately now that we actually have a house. Lots of the people we've met from around here stop by at random times (since we still don't have a fucking phone), but I've definitely missed around five people from home a lot lately. So much that I even had a good cry about it the other night with a little sorrow for my feline ladies I left back home. I'm lame enough that just typing that sentence almost made me cry.. We have a house, so come see us! I'm willing to throw down extra money from our paycheck that I just spend on dank weed to see you guys. Once I finally have a phone, my first plan is to try my hardest to talk Nicole into coming out west. Honestly, babe, you need what I can see out here. Just a couple of afternoons spent in the mountains where there's quartz crystals smoothed from the waterfalls and you'll feel the water cleansing your mind of everything that plagues it. Actually, that's exactly where I'm having my birthday party this year. It's not too far away...
Josh and I are volunteering for a prairie dog rescue tomorrow. Most people around here hate them and kill them with poisons or dynamite, but we're working to relocate them to some crazy secret location a little outside of Taos. Plus I guess some lady who volunteers for them has heard about my animal experience and wants me to come and feed her prairie dogs daily. Sounds pretty cool to me. I have a little prairie dog pet at work who hangs out with me sometimes. His name's Carlos. He's still a little guy and I swear he knows my voice. It's probably something to do with Pavlov and the fact that if he hangs out with me, I talk to him and give him food. He lets me get about two feet from him, but I think it's cool when I'm talking to someone else at work and he runs out from the bushes to say hello. Yeah, I'm lame.
I have a ton more to say, but this whole having the internet thing is foreign to me right now. I have packages ready to send out, I'm just waiting for a couple of things I made to dry and also to make it to one of the small shops close by to buy some weird ass things like jaguar claws and ... who knows what else I can find.
I'll have hundreds of pictures uploaded soon and personal messages to you all. I just need to get on this whole whiskey and coke thing right now.