Leaping

Every once in awhile, I like to take blind leaps into the unknown. I have no idea where I got it from, and some might say it's my sense of adventure. But let's not kid ourselves. We all know blind leaps don't always go as one hopes.

Case in point: a blind leap got me to lovely Frazier Park. While I have developed a few very awesome friendships that I wouldn't give up for the world, it has also brought me quite a bit of hardship and negativity.

Leap two landed me in the bathtub in the middle of winter with the window open, locked in the bathroom to get fresh air. Apparently my roomate thinks it kind to disguise her pothead ways with large doses of incense that unfortunately for myself and the dog, got swept into the air intake vent and pumped into the living room where we were both sitting peacefully. When I realized where it was coming from I shut off the heater and opened both my bathroom window and my bedroom window. I'm so thrilled that we have another winter storm moving in. If this keeps up I'm pitching a tent in the back yard and taking the dog with me. I think he's getting high in the living room as we speak. Maybe we'll get burried under a couple feet of snow and I won't have to go in to work. Brilliant idea.

So what am I going to do about this mess? I'm going to do what I do best: leap. This morning I put in a couple applications for hotshot crews in Salt Lake City, Fort Collins, Durango, Flagstaff and Prescott. Damn right I'm feeling froggy. Ribbit.