Pine cones, barbecues and roadkill snakes

It's a beautiful day, and although I have a million chores to get done in so little time, I have decided to procrastinate (as I typically do) and accomplish things for myself today — like take photos, sit outside, drink lemonade and actually think about things that matter instead of all the useless crap that is always worrying me when it shouldn't.... because in the end, it really doesn't matter whether or not I get an A in my Visual Literacry course or made $10 million, what matters is that I had important life moments.
Sometimes it's easy for me to forget that memories and enjoying life are so much more important than being the paragon of success. But although I have gotten lost in a hectic collegiate world this semester, I have not totally forgotten my life motto. This semester has been one of the most unique, interesting, trying, confusing and wonderful periods of my life. Never have I felt so many strong emotions in one period of time, but I have this semester.

There's a cute little dog in my yard right now. I don't know where she came from, but she's a cutie, and she is eating grass. Dogs eat grass when they are constipated...I hope it does the trick. I can see the years of wear and tear on this mother dog, she deserves to take a crap without having to work for it. But, alas, no one's life is perfect. Not even that of a little weiner dog.

Haha
How do I always end up talking about animals?

Lickity lick...
I have never seen a dog eat grass for so long. This little lady is just grazing like a cow.

Anyway, I would really love to fly a kite today — go to Pioneer's Park like I did when I was little.
I'd also like to do some gardening...I bought some Dahlias, forget-me-nots, strawberries, herbs, etc...
Every year my dad and I used to plant things like that, especially when we lived out in the country. We used to have a strawberry patch, mulberry trees, tomatoes, corn, cucumbers, bleeding hearts, everything... One year I grew potatoes, and I was so excited.

Potatoes are a strange thing. Really, though, they are.
You have to have a lot of faith to plant potatoes because you can't watch the potato grow as it is underground. Yes, there is a green leafy plant that shoots out of the dirt that you can examine, it still does not tell you much about what is underneath all that dirt — and what is under all that dirt is what really matters. If you dig down to get your potatoes too early, they'll be small and puny, too late, and they could be so giant that it takes away from the flavor. Ok, I just made that part up... I don't really know what the hell happens to potatoes if you dig them up too late....but if you dig them up REALLY late... like when there is snow...they might freeze up and die and decay and yeah!! BUT Maybe the cold would keep them preserved? Actually, now that I think about it, you can't really screw up growing potatoes.
This cool analogy I was about to make SUCKS.

Moving on...

I had such an amazing weekend. It has been so gorgeous outside, and I am so blessed to live where I do on the lake.
Friday I went with some friends to the Tugboat art gallery opening — free boxed wine — who can complain?? I took a loved one to Amigo's for the first time ever! Who goes their entire life as a Nebraskan without eating at Shmigs (Amigos)? Then I attended a house party and visited another loved one at her place of occupation (The Mill). What a beautiful young lady she is, too! Honey brown locks of hair, eyes likes those of an innocent doe about to lose it's life to a cruel hunter... or maybe more-so eyes like that of Bambi as he watches his mom die. Anyway, they are fabulous eyes, so full of emotion! And not always so sad like little Bambi, most of the time they are full of joy and life! She would brush her hands up against her dark blue jeans while working, leaving a trail of Cappuccino foam behind, she took a deep breath and turned around to see the line of customers continuously growing longer 15 minutes before close. "This job never ends," she thinks to herself, "don't these idiots realize we close in 15 minutes? Why is no one leaving? Fuck me." But Kate doesn't let her inner thoughts phase her. Instead of yelling, "Get the FUCK OUT, WE'ZE CLOZIN'" She simply turns up the music really loudly and dims the lights. A much politer way of saying exactly the same thing. Soon, the customers begin to slowly clear out. You can tell this steamy barista is carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, but she's not going to let it bring her down!

What the heck was that? I really don't know. I could have gone on forever...but I didn't want to freak Kate out... ahahahah

Saturday was a joyous day. I woke up refreshed at 9 a.m. and got much accomplished — house cleaning, grocery shopping, seeing my grammy, cleaning my dirty body, you know...
Saturday was also what would have been my dad's birthday. So, I bought some flowers to plant for him — just like he and I used to do together every year (as I said earlier).
I then had some people over for a little barbecue. I haven't had a good, relaxing, stress-free evening with friends like that in so long, it was exactly what I needed. Cooking burgers, taking walks down to the river, getting water splashed all over me!, seeing roadkill snakes, jumping in the cold lake late at night, taking a group shower, sippin' wine and coronas, listening to music and enjoying the nice evening with people I love. Perfect. I hope everyone else enjoyed it. :)

Today I will take photos... I am working on a project for someone!!!

This was a strange post.