Please tell this guy that he needs to update his journal.

Even though this person says to leave him alone and that all people aren’t meant to blog.

Lies. Lies and justifications.

If this lady can blog, then by god man…..

Andy, not to be dirty or anything but, I desperately want to read you.

It’ is 2:26 in the afternoon. I have been laying in bed since I woke up at *mumbles* ten thirty. I’ve been listening to internet radio, playing online Scrabble and lurking around my usual digital haunts. Andy has been texting me beautiful pictures of snowy mountains and delicious looking lunch. All is good in the world.

panda love
Originally uploaded by cindigodotcom.

Andy and I went to the zoo yesterday to celebrate the day of his birth. There’s a few more zoo shots on Flickr. Fun was had by all and hilarity ensued, but right now we are getting ready to watch Comet Impact, a Sci Fi original since Andy is now finished playing with his new/used snowboard in the middle of the living room.

He’s leaving tomorrow for Mammoth CA to go snowboarding with the guys from his hockey team while I am left in the care of this person.

sunset
Originally uploaded by cindigodotcom.

Unrelated to the above picture….

My friend (who still remains nameless) is teaching a yoga class for pregnant teens. One girl asked if it was okay if she took a bath while she was pregnant. My friend answered, “of course!”. The girl then told her in complete seriousness that her mother told her she couldn’t because “the baby wouldn’t be able to breathe”. The mother also told her to always sit with her legs slightly open so the baby wouldn’t suffocate.

My friend had to keep it together and not laugh (or cry), but how wrong is that on every level?

spraypaint sentiment
Originally uploaded by cindigodotcom.

I guess more people don’t like Vegas than just me. We’re on our way back to San Diego. I think we’ve found a place to live for a few months and things are going smoothly. We’ll be in Vegas around March 15th, in case anyone in the 702 is interested in the information.

Meet my mom.

Mr. Freedom
Originally uploaded by cindigodotcom.

One more LA photo.

Irish Skull Wall
Originally uploaded by cindigodotcom.

I’ve been learning how to use our swanky new camera. I like it.

We’re in Vegas visiting for the week. It’s actually been fun so far. The weather is nice and I’m always up for a change of scenery.

The cat is out of the bag. The bell has tolled. The end of the line is here. Decision made. Game face…on.

We are moving back to Vegas. Only for the first part of the baseball season. Mid March to maybe early June. We’ll see how it goes.

I asked for direction. I got direction.

But guess what, we are stronger, faster, smarter. This time, we know how to play the game. Vegas, you can’t break me. Give me what you’ve got, I can take it.

I’ve gotten some leads on cat and couchsurfing friendly places so we can host foster cats and wayward travelers without incident. Also, I really like this place which marches to the beat of a very swanky drum. Not outrageously priced and furnished too.

Alright, make your reservations at Chez Cindigo before we book up. Who’s coming to visit us in the ever popular, brightly lit, 24/7 city of sin?

Andy and I went to grade school and high school with this guy.

Once in grade school he punched Andy in the gut while he was talking to some girls with no provocation or reason. It was the first time he ever had the wind knocked out of him. Another time, he did some sort of two foot flying karate thing to me in the playground because I was kicking his snow fort. I was kicking his snow fort because minutes before, he had demolished mine for no reason.

Good to see that his tendencies led him to a fruitful career.

sicky
Originally uploaded by cindigodotcom.

My husband has contracted Ebola from the plane ride back from Florida. He was too weak to take the medication so he was trying to absorb it through his eye. Even in the throws of debilitating sickness, that guy has a sense of humor.

I’ve been feeding, petting, cold wash clothing and medicating him. I think he’s going to pull through. I wish I could be sick for him.

I haven’t written a proper entry lately. I have no excuse.

Andy and I took out a 22′ sailboat on Friday to prepare him for the course this weekend. It was awesome. We actually went out of the bay into the open ocean a little. It was intimidating and intense and I can’t wait to do it again.

The class would be more fun for him if he wasn’t as sick as a dog, but even then, he says he’s enjoying it. I on the other hand locked myself out of the house today. But it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. I was going out to lunch with my mom anyway and it just added going to the yarn store and watching her dye her hair to my day while waiting for Capt’n Andy to return from sea.

I just realized why I haven’t written a proper entry lately. I’m even boring myself. I want car chases, gun running, illegal stuff that I get away with and am rewarded handsomely for. I want to be running backwards down the street with a machine gun in on arm spraying bullets at my pursuers with a bag of money in the other with the get away car screeching to a halt just inches from me so I can jump in.

I know, I know all of you out there that are flipping me off right now are completely justified. I don’t have a nine to five and I can pretty much do whatever I want whenever I want. I suck, I get that.

I guess, dear journal, what I’m feeling is a little unsettled. I’ve become accustomed to the gypsy lifestyle and like it, but lately, I’m yearning for a little bit more solid of an outline. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying much of one, but a hint of a smoky shape would be nice.

I thought this upcoming baseball season (April-October)was set in stone, or at least some reasonably sturdy plaster product that although not dry, was on it’s way. And maybe that plaster of paris future is still setting the way we thought. And maybe Andy’s entertaining of the idea of going back to Vegas will remain un-entertained.

All of these things are out of my control. For a list maker, go get ‘em, planner, doer type that I am, all this unsettling is….unsettling. I find myself a little drained and then I feel like a jack ball because, I’ve got nothing to be drained about. Seriously, I know how good I have it.

Cursis.

(yes….cursis. Show yourself grammar patrol!)

I just found out that I shipped $52 of Kushy Foot socks, the most amazing socks on the planet, to the wrong address.

Curses.

Instead of writing a proper update or doing other constructive things, I am watching this:

Andy got home from visiting his parents in Florida tonight.

He lost his phone on the plane.

Curses.

I left my phone in LA.

Curses.

I am sitll alive and in LA as a matter of fact. I’m hanging out with couchsurfers, trying to make fires out of sticks with friction and make cords out of plant fibers. Primitave Survival Skills class ends tomorrow afternoon and I’ll be back in San Diego Sunday night…or Monday morning if I’m really tired.

If today is an indication of tomorrow, I’ll be really tired.