So, am I a day late? Am I missing some vital piece of historical information- as in, did we officially declare independence from Britain a day earlier?

I'm confused, why were so many places having fireworks on the third of July? Buffalo, Niagara Falls, Lockprt, Niagara Falls Ontario (ok, well, it was Canada day and the Friendship festival was going on all weekend.. so perhaps that had something to do with it..)

Well, now that is is technically the Fourth of July, Happy Independence Day everyone.

Let me know if there is anything cool going on. Maybe there will be fireworks, say, on the Fourth of July? My plans are otherwise: clean apartment, get hair trimmed (maybe), gather school stuff and work on assignments, either super locally (Orange Cat) or venture a little further out to B-lo (Spot). But thats all during the day..

For your reading enjoyment: I provide you a link to the Declaration of Independence of the Thirteen Colonies: nope, I didn't write it.. a bunch of guys did; not sure who they are.. ;)


more charters of freedom:

and

"Whenever any form of government becomes destructive of these ends (life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness), it is the right of the people to alter or abolish it, and to institute new government."

Thomas Jefferson (1743-1826), from the Declaration of Independence

hmmm ,gets me thinking..

I am so intensely tired today! The weekend definitely caught up with me. Not all bad, but I have an apartment to clean and school work to complete..

forget all that!

I think I just need to get out of the house before I fall sleep. again.

So, a movie sounds good. I am going to go to (finally) see, An Inconvenient Truth at the Dipson theater on Main Street-- near UB south campus

7:00 pm come! (see you there, (e:chico) ? hahaha)
(MAP TO: 3500%20MAIN%20STREET%20AMHERST%20NY)


alright peeps, call or text me; (deleted)

...gotta get my phone up and running in this mobility stuff!

more info on movie: (e:theecarey,166)

see you later
~carey

drink it.

I find the idea of drinking a glass of ice cold lemonade on a hot sticky day to be a pleasant combination. Never had been much of a fan of the yellow stuff. Yet the idea of it is appealing. Add to this sitting on a comfortable chair under the shade of the canapy, and we could find ourselves having an afternoon siesta. hmmm perfect.

Instead, I was downing glasses of water while repairing and rebuilding my outdoor gazebo/canapy, which was blown over sometime in the early morning. Blown over, into the neighbors yard, twisted metal and flaps, loose bolts and flaps of material intersperrsed with dirt and colorful body parts from flower pots that toppled over as well.

I arrive home this morning shortly after 8am. oh boy, I didn't expect to see the canapy relocated and upside down. Not sure where to begin, I decide to tend to the flowers, as their exposed delicate flower bits would bake in the sun. As for the metal heap, that would have to be delayed until I had help, and a few hours of sleep.

Literally a few hours later I woke to my step dad knocking on my door. He guessed I would need help. And so we set out to fix what the tornadoous* wind took down... (check carey to english dictionary)

The whole situation was absurd to me. We were bending metal back into shape, re bolting areas that came apart and trying to accomplish something with two people that really should have had four.

I found myself laughing. Whether it was from severe lack of sleep, a carry over from last nights excitement, or just my typical response to a challenging moment, I was having fun with this situation. I just kept giggling. I was lifting a bar up over my headwith one hand, holding another bar in place (in another direction) with the other hand and kicking my shoes off so I could pick up a fallen bolt with my toes all the while maintaining balance and composure. I nearly lost it with my building laughter.

My step dad says to me, "Carey, this isn't funny"

I counter, "yes it is" *giggle*

"no. it isn't," he insists.

I continue, "It is! its absurd! .. is there anything better than rebuilding something that was just put up two weeks ago?" I ask, sardonically.

he follows up with, "glad you think this is a riot"

And then, while he is standing on the ladder, while I am doing this amazing balancing act.. the connector piece (thats holding three bars) falls, two metal bars slip to the ground and the black bolt drops to into the abyss of long dark grass..

and he finally laughs, and I laugh even more..

sweat dripping down our faces, my step dad leaves for a moment (he lives near by) and brings back two red cups full of lemonade.

We sip and we work and walk the canapy back into position.

We have it pretty much wrapped up and I work on the finishing touches -- which includes pulling out a roll of duct tape.

"Carey, you can't fix everything with duct tape"

here we go again..

"yes I can" *big smile* (i am mildly obsessed with fixing thiings with duct tape-- even when something better, more aestetically pleasing or more appropriate is available-- duct tape is it!)

I've fixed my car, I've fixed leaks, I've used it to tie things together, and I will use it to piece back together some of these snapped metal rods. And so I proceeded to do just that...

Fortunately, I have learned to use duct tape in moderation; the canapy is still in its original beige. As I have learned to use duct tape in moderation, it hasn't morphed into a giant shiny gray mummy-pod in my yard, as with other duct tape induced projects and fun. :)

My step dad is happy that it is over and I am happy to have my little hang out standing stong once again. He leaves and I turn to my peaceful surroundings..

After a few hours of cleaning up after the wind/canapy fiasco, tending to my garden (deadheading!) and chatting with visitors.. I found myself sitting in a comfortable chair, in the shade under the canapy, sipping the remainder of my lemonade and thinking about possibilities...


Hope everyone is feeling fine today

~carey

Ahhhh!!!!!!!! I am watching Americas Hottest Amusment Parks of 2006 on the Travel Channel. Amusement parks are awarded Golden Ticket Awards for outstanding, fun rides. There are various "best of" categories, such as water rides, new rides, and ROLLERCOASTERS!! (to name a few)

I want to be the person who tests and evaluates the fun actor of various rides. I would like to specialize in rollarcoasters. I would take that job very very seriously...

W00H00!!!

so, there is this neat little theme park over in Sandusky Ohio, you may have heard of it.. hehe

I am ashamed to say that I have never been to Cedar Point! I used to order their guide every year and drool over the rollercoaster pictures..

Now I just go to the web site.
And watch tv shows on rollercoasters.. mmmmmmm

I need to go on this: (you do too)


oh oh oh yes yes yes ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh lets go!!!!!

Sometimes, like tonight, when it gets to be 2 am.. and I know I should be asleep, there is something within me that isn't allowing it to happen.

I havent actually tried to go to sleep yet tonight. I am sure I would drift off quickly... but occasionally it creeps me out to go to sleep, especially the later it gets to be. And then, my dreams get to me..

When its late, like 2am, I begin to hear, imagine and think about things. What do I think about? well, its not anything in specific... just some sort of psychological dissonance that I can't quite figure out.

Sometimes I am just silly. But not this night at 2 am.

Then when you have had a house full of people all evening..talking, eating, laughing (as the night wore on, laughing *really* hard) and then at 2am it is suddenly quiet.. its even more pronounced. I hear the kitchen clock ticking..

I hear the crickets and frogs outside..

I hear the neighbors cats playing with a bottle cap

I hear a late model car drive past my apartment..

I've locked the doors and have turned out most of the lights.; perhaps whatever I am trying to keep out is already inside.

I'd turn the music back on, but it doesn't help..

I am just kind of awake, just hanging in there until I can't keep my eyes open any longer.. No, night tea wont help.. my dream state will only be zanier! (e:theecarey,161)

Why do I have the urge to check under my bed and take a peep into my closet?

Its 2 am and my mind is playing tricks on me.