tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29008313538073405802008-07-06T09:26:05.210-05:00ElLa BitesLa C.noreply@blogger.comBlogger206125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-80105283424330557082008-07-06T09:17:00.002-05:002008-07-06T09:26:05.282-05:00We spent our 4th of July backpacking through the Kettles. From our campsites both nights we could see at least five different fireworks displays across rural Wisconsin. Yesterday, as a gratitude to our bodies for the tremendous effort put into hauling everything we needed to survive around on our backs for two days, we drank blueberry wine and napped in the sun. Paradise is where you make it.
La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-53814191283554037102008-06-30T09:13:00.001-05:002008-06-30T09:13:41.329-05:00Boo.La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-66530683588797140332008-06-27T08:45:00.003-05:002008-06-27T08:49:42.282-05:00My life without the internet Pt. 2. I've already lost count. I've been able to spend a lot of focus on positive energy and thought. In fact self-study is becoming a past time. I knew that I could turn my self-absorption in to something positive, for me at least.La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-50841970535083313052008-06-26T13:45:00.001-05:002008-06-26T13:46:45.290-05:00This month has been painful, and it's only going to get worse. Has anyone ever been killed by a progress report?La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-64844780959005679922008-06-23T16:22:00.002-05:002008-06-23T16:26:12.602-05:00
This town, is coming like a ghost town.
While I've not given up on it yet, I feel like this blog has become more of a place holder until I get to a slower, less involved part of life. Your boredom is understandable.La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-3571119799316936122008-06-12T11:48:00.001-05:002008-06-12T11:51:00.327-05:00My life without the internet Pt 1:
The brilliant conversations I've had with Collin in the first 4 days without the internet have made me never want to look at a computer again. And I've enjoyed spending time photographing the whirlygigs.La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-77953715699158376872008-06-08T11:43:00.004-05:002008-06-08T11:49:47.318-05:00This lake is not to be fucked with people, seriously. Our first weekend here we witnessed a sailboat beach itself on some rocks and sink. Weeks later a kayaker just disappeared without a trace. Yesterday a row boat capsized and three people had to be hauled out of the water in an impressive 5 boat rescue. The swells can be dizzying, and even when viewing from the safety of solid ground you can La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-32772543429042735592008-06-03T06:33:00.003-05:002008-06-03T06:41:41.079-05:00Insomnia is exhausting. Beyond words. I feel defeated by my own body...fucker. I mean, you know it is bad when you give up on trying to sleep. When you have physically and mentally exhausted yourself with the exercise of trying to make yourself fall asleep. On this wonderful morning, fueled by 3 hours of sleep and too many cups of coffee, this picture just makes sense. Too much sense. EerieLa C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-6890765222965191662008-06-01T02:34:00.002-05:002008-06-01T02:36:50.987-05:00After spending a few days in the wilderness we've decided to get rid of the internet. Once it's gone, I'll be glad. But in the interim I feel myself getting the shakes just thinking about it.La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-21632035476015688202008-05-28T08:58:00.002-05:002008-05-28T09:02:01.203-05:00Happy 200 posts EllaBites.
La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-84854894563506333692008-05-27T12:17:00.000-05:002008-05-27T12:54:22.948-05:00Best. MemorialDay. Ever.La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-14829763427334387012008-05-25T08:25:00.002-05:002008-05-25T08:29:47.113-05:00Open sesame. La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-80631738313550374302008-05-23T07:05:00.001-05:002008-05-23T07:07:23.604-05:00
I haven't picked up my camera since last week. Vacation starts at 4.00 this afternoon. I can't wait to be on my own time.La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-48176401571114514262008-05-17T08:19:00.001-05:002008-05-17T08:27:15.583-05:00These guys were playing cricket yesterday. Roxi stole their ball.
Twice. La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-35577166402157515842008-05-13T05:59:00.004-05:002008-05-13T06:20:14.681-05:00I had to have the "life is not going to get any easier" talk with my sister yesterday. I remember how I felt the day I figured it out. It was an incredibly sad day for me, and I lost something much like a child when they realize there is no Santa. It's a sinking feeling that comes with the realization that this shit is real, you are really going to grow up and your life is going to be filled La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-13999540584454416092008-05-11T11:37:00.002-05:002008-05-11T12:29:39.501-05:00Juiced
La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-22069829829016304282008-05-05T06:30:00.002-05:002008-05-05T06:43:24.583-05:00Sometimes my dog gets in the trash. The next day she stays sick all day. I'm sure she knows that this is going to happen (because I will forever assume that my dog has the reasoning abilities of a human). I am sure she doesn't care. A small price to pay for scoring some leftover potato salad and a greasy wrapper of some sort.
Unfortunately I am finding that I'm kind of the same way. Like La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-89958158914933794602008-05-04T16:21:00.001-05:002008-05-05T06:30:07.431-05:00I'd like to welcome cake to my list of best things ever.La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-10858236525147671332008-05-03T14:53:00.001-05:002008-05-03T14:55:36.597-05:00This picture is kind of a repeat from a multiple picture post months ago.
After re-visiting some old photos, I feel like it deserves it's own place in the sun.La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-78870069323580712302008-04-30T06:51:00.001-05:002008-04-30T06:54:01.867-05:00Spring moves so slowly up here, one wouldn't really say it's sprung. Spring is thawing.La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-45124340757322389422008-04-29T12:58:00.002-05:002008-04-29T13:08:57.406-05:00
I'd like to get a statistical breakdown of how many of my pictures involve drinks or houseplants. It would probably be sad. Oh well, you are what you shoot. Or something like that. The weather got nice enough for patio dining last week, right before we got rained out. With spring (and outside dining) has come a new enthusiasm for a lot of things for me. The breath of fresh air has been nice, butLa C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-25994736613062142412008-04-23T09:02:00.004-05:002008-04-23T14:47:17.694-05:00 I made my first terrarium out of a wine glass broken off at the stem during a washing. Right now it's a rooting terrarium but once things start growing around here I want to turn it into a mossy terrarium with some fairytale scene in it. Because I'm day-dreamy like that.La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-29517190528003479032008-04-19T07:46:00.006-05:002008-04-19T07:53:15.868-05:00In honor of spring I am finally going to get a Neti Pot. I got my first sinus allergy thing of the season last week. I ALWAYS get something this time of year. And I am tired of it. And I have heard rave reviews about Neti Pots. Since we still don't have any green on the trees up here I feel I have been given extra time to one up mother nature and start irrigating my sinuses before they beginLa C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-31786683579813029102008-04-17T18:52:00.006-05:002008-04-17T18:57:14.660-05:00Today Collin took Smokie to be put down. He was really bad off so it is a relief to not worry about him anymore but I can't help but miss him.
And I am kind of ready to not hear his meow in my head.
But I'm selfishly ecstatic that I won't have to clean poop out of my rug anymore.
R.I.P. Notorious C.A.T. We'll miss ya.
* Picture by Collin
La C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900831353807340580.post-34660543920794761662008-04-17T07:26:00.002-05:002008-04-17T07:29:10.973-05:00Calling in sick isn't nearly as easy as it used to be.
5 emails and 2 phone calls later and I think I am officially on sick leave.La C.noreply@blogger.com