I have discovered a brave new world.  The world of scooter.  I think we're going to call it Puppy.  It's black, short, and dashing.  On Tuesday, perhaps my helmet will come and I will ride off into the sunset on this new marvelous toy up at the Baker house.  So glad I have a leather jacket.  I will pretend I am a wild biker woman carousing around town.  Papa Jon says scooters are all the rage-in some communities.  Sweet Home is not one of them, but perhaps it can be.  My future brother in law Josh and I will be parading the glorious scooter about this place, and we're going to set the town ablaze with fanaticism of the jauntiness and gas-efficiency-ness that is the scooter.  With a bit more work, I have no doubt that scooters will heal the SUV-scarred nation, feed the hungry, clothe the naked, smite the wicked, and bring about a world peace.  Or just be a really cool way to scoot about town.  I won't ask too much from my new Puppy.  Now we just cruise up and down the Baker's driveway.  So far, we've discovered it's biggest limitation is turning sharply.  It just can't. 

I am not completely jobless anymore.  Megots a job caretaking for a lady who has multiple sclerosis.  Her name is Karin and she's a Christian grandma of many who is very sweet.  It's only two hours a day on weekdays, but that's a whole lot more than nothing, which was what I was working. I do a lot of cooking and cleaning.  I'm still hoping for a job at McDonalds or Thriftway.  Poo.  Who knows. 

It's weird to blog because mentally I connect blogging with college life, which now seems like a faraway dream.  This is the most challenging summer I have ever faced.  I am becoming a housewife, I think.  My life becomes more and more adultified.  Recipes and houseplants have taken on a whole new light for me.  It's rather peculiar, but definitely not bad.  I have a few other loves along with the scooter.  LIke fuschias.  They are like a painting in flower form.  They are my soul flower.  One day, when I am not as poor and job-deprived as I am now, I will have some. 

Another one of my new friends is Mrs. Dash.  She was my first new friend this summer.  She's a fun seasoning that goes with much more than I ever imagined.  She makes everything from pasta to salad a bit more joyful.

A new friend that I'm rather wary of is ADOM (Ancient Domains of Mystery).  It's a Rogue-like game, which means no graphics.  All text.  You are represented by a little @ sign on the screen.  Walls are made up of the #.  Trees look like: &.  bad guys have different letters.  Goblins are g.  Bats are B.  It's a lot of fun.  I play an elven archer most of the time.  I'm not that good at it yet.  Kyle encourages me to figure stuff out on my own.  Which means I die a lot.  When you die in this game, you don't get to go back to the last save point.  It's over, just like in real life.  Which is incredible frustrating.  But challenging and addicting.  I have to limit how much time I spend.

My new best friend is my Divacup.  But because this is a blog read by males and females I can't really tell why here.  Gals, this is worth checking out.  Everything the site says is true.  This is the best thing to happen to my cycle ever.  I love my Divacup!!!

My best fiance is still Kyle.  Same model, but better than ever.  He works at McDonalds with his brother Josh.  IF I had a choice between the above mentioned objects and Kyle, I'd have to stick with him.  We've started marriage counseling.  It's interesting.  I think we should have eloped back in January.  It would have scared the pants off of everybody.  Some of you probably wouldn't even be talking to me.  But this whole drawn out wedding thing is getting on my nerves.  I wish it would plan itself and not cost anything.  So, a word out for anyone who falls in love out there. . .if God tells you to get married, then save everybody and yourself a lot of trouble and ELOPE.  If your mother will kill you then bring her along as a witness, or buy her a trip to Hawaii or something.  It will be cheaper in the long run.  Did you know the average wedding costs $19,000?  Yeah.  The wedding is currently not my friend.  Why, oh why, can I not find cutting gardens online?  I know they are all over Oregon.  We are just too hick here to put up websites.  Yargos.  And we are so terribly behind on the invitations that if anyone comes it will be a miracle.  Luckily all the important people already know when it is.  I have lost my address book, which I had been collecting addresses in all semester long from people I knew I wanted to invite.  In all the wild and crazy moving, it deciding to become another Unsolved Mystery. (Did anyone else ever watch that show?)  So yeah.  And, to top it all off, music is another mystery.   I wanted to have a fun and unique wedding.  Like, the happiest day of my life and stuff.  I miss my Mommy. 
I hope something happens that makes weddings happy again for me.  Right now they are too complicated and expensive for my taste.  Thank goodness it's a potluck. 

I will now sign off because I am well into rant mode.  I am sorry I don't update.  Don't expect it too often.  My life is different now.  I still love you all, but blogging is nothing compared to actual faces and voices.  I feel very far away, with much inbetween.