Proof Reading is for losers

Just so everyone knows (if you haven't already noticed), I rarely proof read. And I don't care. Just deal I guess

Oh Landlord, how I love you...

Today I had to call my landlord and let him know Rob and I are bailing out on our lease. Not only bailing out, but 6 whole months early. I was so nervous to tell for a couple of reasons.
1.) He has been such an awesome landlord. He was down with Tubbs even though he doesn't rent to pet owners. He also had us moved into our place with only a weeks notice.
2.) Because he has been so great, I didn't want to put him in a tight spot
3.) I have a mini middle school crush on him.
But it had to be done. So I told him about our sled dog adventure, and how we loved him, and asked what we could do to work things out. He said, in a very smooth voice.... No problem, that he loved us too, and thinks we are dream tenants, and we could get our deposit back and be out by Nov. 1st if we helped show the apartment to possible tenants, and promised to clean before we leave.
I KNOW! How awesome! Things for the sled dog adventure seem to be falling right into place. I was so greatful for how the lease thing played out, I started thinking about other thinks I should be greatful for.
I started to think about all the people in my life that just go along for the ride when I make these crazy, and sometimes rash descisions. When I think about my friends that I love and adore, but who I constantly seem to leave. How lucky can I be, that they stay in touch. Not just stay in touch, but stay close, and love me everyday.
THEN.... (I know, alot of thinking today) I thought about my family. How they continue to support everything I do. Even if they know it will end badly, or if it's not exactally what they would of liked for me. How everytime I call my mom and dad to tell them that I'll be moving, or traveling again, thier heart breaks because the moving and traveling will not be to thier spare room. But they cheer me on the whole way. Seriously, how could be so lucky??
I can't even begin with my brother. So I won't. He knows. I know. We love each other.
Where am I going with this, I'm not sure. Just thank you. The truth is, that without the people I love and who love me, I would never go and do. Never take the risk. It's so much safer to take a huge leap when you know someone's there to clean you up if you wipe out.
All this from one conversation with my uber hunky landlord. Mmmm, thanks Brian

Details. Always with the details.

It was brought to my attention today that I may have left a few details out of my last blog. Important details, according to a good friend of mine. So I'll fill in the blanks a bit. There will be no running water, and yes, I will have to use an out house. I WILL, how ever, be showering. Showering often. There is a sauna/shower that I will be using. It might turn out to be a nicer shower than what I have in my apartment now, considering my current shower is only slightly bigger than a coffin. We will also have electricity. It's not too rustic. Just enough to be a challange. Another detail I must have missed is my location. I'll be in a very remote place, but not desolate. It is a burley, hour drive an awesome little town. So civilization gone altogher. You never know when I might need a day out of the "bush", and make a run for a caramel latte.

I went shopping for outdoor gear today. That was less exciting than expected. Turns out, in order to be warm in sub zero temps, you also have to look 50lbs heavier, and not match. That's right, I'm upset about the not matching. Who ever said in order to be well insulated you have to look haphazard?? So I'm on a mission to have a fierce, and functional winter wardrobe. As most of you know, I am an amazing shopper. So I'll be putting my skills to the test. I did find some great boots. Seriously warm, tough, and light weight. BUT, they are only available in camo. Not the trendy, hoodie, or message T camo, but "Real Tree" camo. That's right my friends, my feet could completely disappear in the woods. Not available in black, or grey, or even forest green. But "Real Tree" camo. My worst dressing nightmare come true. I'm going to take it on the chin, because camo looks better than frostbite. You better believe it will be the first and last thing in my wardrobe that will fall under the camo catagory. On the upside, it matches so well with so many things, due to the aray of neutral colors that "Real Tree" offers.

In other happenings, I recieved a long awaited package from my parents. Filled with Mountain Man snacks, and Old Navy Tanks and shirts. Thanks Ma. Gawd knows she wants me looking fantastic underneath all that Sub Zero blah. So until next time.......

No running water? An out house? I'm in!!

I'm starting my blog today. I'll be taking on another crazy adventure (no surprise to most anyone who knows me), and want to keep anyone who cares, in the loop. I also just realized, I may use commas too much. Anyhow.... Rob and I (my BFF) just took jobs as sled dog handlers. I know! So at the beginning of November, we'll be moving to a sled dog camp. We will be responsible for general care of all 47 dogs. We'll have to learn to drive them too. Can you imagine? Me, on a sled, being carried by 12 dogs, at 14 mph. To top the whole adventure off, we will be living in a one room cabin (with Sgt Tubbs McGee and Keenan Junebug, of course), with no running water. That means, no bathroom, just an outhouse.
Now, some of you might be thinking "What does she know about sled dogs?", or "What does she know about roughing it?", or "Maybe she really IS crazy.". And to be perfectly honest, these are all really good questions. I'm still mulling those over a little. The only thing I can say to those questions, is this..... In the last few years, my life has taken so many turns, some good, some gnarley bad. Life really isn't a long journey, it's a crazy fast one. So rather than wonder about sled dogs, or living with no toilet, I'm just going to do it.
And those of you wondering if I really am crazy, must not know me very well, because the answer is YES, time and time again. :)

So tune in here, at my blog, for day to day info on my preparation, and entry into "THE SLED DOG DAYS". The countdown is 47 days! Woo Hoo