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Thank you Thanksgiving!!!

Before I begin with the craziness that always ensues in this thing called my crazy stream-of-consciousness writing, I decided that I wanted to start with something a little more serious and substantial before you guys floated downstream.

First of all, Happy Thanksgiving everyone!! (even though I’m a few hours late- or actually, a whole day late- oops). I hope you guys got to stuff yourself with stuffing, lather your mashed potatoes with gravy, beef up your turkey helpings, and fill up on other fillers like applesauce, cranberry sauce and the like. Personally, my favorite is always the stuffing, but then again, who wouldn’t like that stuff?

Anyways, I wanted to kick off this post by saying a few things that I’m thankful for right now:

  1. Jesus. I’m always thankful for Jesus. Without Him, none of us would really have anything worth being thankful for.
  2. Family, friends and food. I decided to lump these together because without these, where would I be? I wouldn’t have a family, I wouldn’t have friends, and I wouldn’t have food- without which, a) I couldn’t survive, and b) I couldn’t write about cheesy love poems or random poems about donuts. So I’m definitely thankful for all of the above.
  3. Thanksgiving. Without Thanksgiving day, when would we be thankful for things? Well, I guess there’s the every day thankfulness, which is great and all, but Thanksgiving comes with so many perks: the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, and Eukanuba/Purina Tournament of Champions which comes right after, and then the pre-gaming slumber/last minute preparations before the ceremonious, hour long face-stuffing. But let’s not forget the late night run to Target afterwards to get some Black Friday steals before hiding out for the rest of the Thanksgiving weekend.
  4. dirigible plum earrings- they add a hint of whimsy to any get-up. (they’re from Luna Lovegood in Harry Potter, if you’re into that kind of thing- which you should be, because the books are the bees knees, and so is she)
  5. oh and books. Books books books.

And yeah. That’s just about it. What about you guys? What are you thankful for? Deep fried chicken that’s finger-lickin’ good? Mershed Perderders? Mixing bowls? Mixed colors? Mick’s? Dick’s Sporting Goods? Sports? Baked Goods? Mixed maked baked colorful mershed perderders?

So before I go off the deep end, I should also fill you guys in on a few details:

I’m doing NaNoWriMo again! This post is actually an effort of procrastination from that massive lump of words, but I’m doing it! I’m actually a few days behind because I passed out the past few nights before getting a word in edgewise on my computer, but it’s ok. It kept me from writing about random things, which I’m about to do right now. Write now.


Narwhals. They’re real cool.

Unicorns of the ocean

Yes, they do exist


Inspired? Here’s another haiku.

Turkey turkey turk

turkey turkey turkey turk

turk turkey turkey


Hungry? After stuffing yourself with all that stuff, I’m surprised. But that’s all I have to give out- Sorry! I need to save some for leftovers.

Anyways, before I hibernate for the rest of the winter, I thought I’d share a little bit of what I have from my NaNo so far, just in case none of it sees the light of day (which I hope won’t be the case). But be prepared. Your mind is going to become derailed- in a figurative sense, of course.


Come in, train of thought, come in, this is Captain Conscious speaking, over.

Hello Captain Conscious, this is train of thought speaking. I thought you were unconscious! Over.

No, indeed, train of thought. I, Captain Conscious, am not knocked over, over.

Ok conscious Captain Conscious, I’m glad you’re consciously over being knocked over, over.

No, I was never knocked over, and I’m consciously aware that I was conscious, being conscious of my conscious decision of becoming Captain Conscious, over.

A good, conscientious decision on behalf of your conscience, Captain Conscious. But be cautious, Captain Conscious, my conscience tells you to cautiously proceed with conscientious caution, so as not to derail the entire conscience.


Captain Conscious?


Come in Captain Conscious, come in!


Captain Conscious, do you read? Captain Conscious!

Train of Thought, this is Captain Unconscious speaking. Captain Conscious is now unconscious.

Oh no!! Not you, Captain Unconscious! Over.

Oh yes, it’s me, Captain Unconscious. I was closer than what you had thought over, over.

Oh no, we’re doomed! It’s all over, over.

Yes, it is. It’s over your head now, over.


So that’s just a little bit of the sumpin’ sumpin’ that I’ve been working on. I hope you found it to be somewhat enjoyable, even though it’s completely unrelated to the overall topic that I’m writing about, which is my trip to Porto from just a few months ago. Hopefully, it’ll make more sense if you read it, even though there’s a lot of random mutterings.

And that ends tonight’s session on how not to be a writer. Tune in next week for poems about donuts and the like. Goodnight!


Hellooooo from Portugal!!!

It´s been about two weeks that I’ve been here, and here you’ve probably been thinking that I wouldn’t post anything! Well, I hate to tell you that you’re wrong, all you naysayers, you’re wrong!!

*the writer slowly pulls her fingers away from the keyboard, realizing that calling her readers “wrong” from the getgo (get-go? get go? gecko??? Yeah, the last one is probably the right one, for sure) is probably not the best way to make friends, or to keep them, either. She slowly returns to the keyboard with a mug of tea in one hand, and laxatives in the other, to see which will best aid her in loosening the bowels of creativity and awkwardness. She starts anew.

Hellooooo from Portugal!!!

Why, hello my friends! If you haven’t already been thoroughly disgusted by my reference to bowel movements (all in the spirit of a semi-truthful blog that actually resulted in no laxatives whatsoever), and are still reading this post, I am proud to say that you are some of the strongest human beings, if not some of the craziest.

*once again, said writer raps her hand with a ruler. “How dare you be so rude to your readers!!” She sets the measuring device down next to the delightful drink selections, then begins once again.

As I was saying before I was so rudely being rude, I have been in Portugal for exactly two weeks now. Well, technically, I’ve only been in Porto for one week, since I did the Camino the first week (well, more accurately for four days, but still). So I started working here at the refuge since last Monday, and have gone on a few sightseeing excursions around Porto. Basically, it’s been pretty busy, yet not busy. You’ll see what I mean in a little while.

Well, first of all, we (and the “we” refers to my mentor and intern-training-extraordinaire, and a fellow extraordinary already-trained-by-the-intern-training-extraordinaire-July-Intern) did the Camino for a week, or as my mentor and intern-training-extraordinaire calls it, a “mini-camino”. We started out in Pontevedra, Spain, then made our way up to Santiago, Spain, which is only about 65 kilometers away (that’s 40 miles, but it sounds much better to say it in kilometers). Other pilgrims that we have met have come all the way from Porto, or even Lisbon, which can be around 250 miles and more.

When walking the Camino, we developed a very specific routine: wake up around 5 am, start walking at 6, take a break at a cafe at around 10 or so, then arrive at our hostel around 1, or even earlier. Then, after the refuge managers stamped our credentials and showed us our beds, we would set up our beds, shower, then take a nap for about 3 hours- all in no particular order. We would joke as we were walking during the day (or racing, more like) that each person we passed was a bed that we just gained, since the pilgrim’s refuges were first come, first serve. At one moment, I was at a breaking point with such a low amount of sleep, lots of back pain, and hip blisters, that I began to growl hysterically as we were climbing up a hill, to try to keep in front of a large group of Spanish kids. “AAAHHH!!! We need those beds!!”

I also think I’m a bit competitive naturally, so that could’ve been it. Though it was hard to silence that voice upon walking the last few kilometers to Santiago, since we wouldn’t be staying there overnight.

So without further ado, here’s a few pictures from my Camino!

The day before we began. I'm clearly very confused about how pictures work.

The day before we began. I’m clearly very confused as to how pictures work. To my right is the extraordinary already-trained-by-the-intern-training-extraordinaire-July-Intern, and to my left is my mentor and intern-training-extraordinaire.

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This is where we stayed for the 1st official night of the Camino. We got to meet so many new people!

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Walking into Valga, the town that never seemed to end. But hey, there’s some nice views every once in a while. I think this one was the worst. 

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Only 16.2 kilometers left until Santiago. Woohoo!!!

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Corn fields and vineyards- a combination I never thought I’d see in Spain.

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I see Santiago!! There it is! There! Right! There!!! 

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Oh. The Cathedral is under construction, and apparently always is… oooooookkkaaayyyy….

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Inside the cathedral. Quite nice actually. Freakin’ crowded though. 

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Inside the cathedral, with the thurible, which we unfortunately didn’t get to see at work.

So that’s basically it. I would tell you more about Portugal, but that might have to wait a little bit. One can only digest so much at a time (and one only has so much laxatives… jk. This one really has none, but one has to keep the gross theme comin), like parts of the Camino. But anyways, here are a few things that I’ve realized in the time that I’ve been here:

  1. The Francesinha is a lunch/ dinner of Champions. The Francesinha–which means “little french lady” for reasons I don’t quite know of yet– is a traditional sandwich comprised of bread, ham, two types of sausages, steak, ham, bread, egg, cheese, then a spicy, tomato-based sauce on top– all of that from bottom to top. Plus fries.
  2. I’ve been folding fitted sheets wrong my entire life.
  3. Sleeping on the job has never before been allowed, but here, it’s never been easier, or more accepted.
  4. I can pretty much butcher any and all languages, even English, even though I studied both English and Spanish in college. Yup.

And yeah. So this time, that’s actually about it! I wish I could say that I have a poem for you, believe me, I tried. But you know, sleepers gotta sleep. And poets gotta poet… yeah, that’s how it goes.

Night all! And keep away from those laxatives now.

Back from off of the earth’s face

Oh heeyyyy guyssss!!!

It’s been a ridiculously long time since my last post, and I was just thinking about how much I have missed you, mah friends!!

So now that I’m back, and trying to start writing again (hopefully at least once a week, if not more), I have a few updates to share with you all!

One very important one is…. I HAVE A JOB!!! Even though it’s with my old high school in a field I didn’t pursue in college, I have a job!

And I know I should’ve posted this weeks ago, I know. But I’ve had special needs assistant position for about three weeks now, and being a working woman and all has had me very busy. Never in my life has the phrase, “you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him/her drink” been so applicable. But I’m trying to make the most of it by creating large amounts of visuals for my student as he’s autistic, and works better that way.

I’ve also taken to committing to as many different things as possible in order to drive myself insane. Who knew that there could be a limit as to how many things they could volunteer for! So as of now, I’m busy doing at least something every day besides working, whether it’s arranging books at the library, or mucking out stalls and feeding sheep. Going from almost nothing to everything at once can be a bit ridiculous.

Speaking of being a bit ridiculous, I’ve taken to quite a few writing projects, which have all turned out to be, just a little bit ridiculous. While I still have my novel editing in the background, I also had a project where I wrote an assortment of poems for a food-related contest, because, well, what else is there that’s worth writing about?

I would share them on here, but I’ll keep you all in suspense. What I’ll say about them is: one is all about doughnuts, one is about apples, and another is about chocolate.

You can see where my priorities lie: with the fruits and the sweets.

So besides working, driving myself insane and writing bad poetry, nothing else has been new with me. Oh, except for one little teeny tidbit of an exciting detail…

I may be going on a mission’s trip to Portugal this summer!! I would be working as an intern, meeting and serving the pilgrims of the Camino de Santiago, or Saint James’ Way, and walking it myself for about a week! I’m just about to start the application process, so yeah, I’m pretty excited about that, because God has lead me this way 🙂

So that’s pretty much all I have left to say before my brain becomes the subject of another poem. If I were to write said poem, it would probably go something like this:

My brain says

the porridge this morning tastes different,

just like watered wheat, with water and wheat.

And wheaty water,

and only that-

I should sleep more. Both food and brain

are in my bowl in front of me.

They taste terrible.

There you have it. If you eat your brain and porridge for your morning breakfast, this is probably the only sense you will make.

So, to officially end this rambling post, here are some more pictures of my puppy!!

Sadie decided to go Celtic for the day, so we got to capture that on camera.

Sadie decided to go Celtic for the day, and we had the rare opportunity to capture that on camera.

She really worked that angle.

She really worked that angle.

So then my sister and I got to pose with the model!

So then my sister and I got to pose with the model!

We're hoping to get her autograph before she gets another modeling gig.

We’re hoping to get her autograph before she gets another modeling gig.

If that didn’t thrill you, here’s a picture of a laughing goat.


“Bahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha” says the goat.

Yup. He’s laughing at you. Not just at me, but also at you.

But don’t take it too personally. He laughs at everybody.

Thus ends the chronicle of the terrifically terrible blog post. Goodnight world. May you dream Celtic puppies and laughing goats.