fort ancient

we went to fort ancient today, such an awesome place, although, it's not a fort at all. it was a gathering place and a burial place, amongst other things, but definitely not a fort. ancient yes.

mudane=party, bored can also be a trip out of the mind

my eyes closed while laying in bed so fluff, warm and comfortable: great ideas, notions, plans, pictures and people come around to visit. Amazing sprinkles its face upon my thoughts, everything is exactly as it should be and goes greatly about its life in a way so free and casually correct, unwavering, the route planned many eons in advance by a being whose head never strays from anything other than the greatest adventure, loaded with auspicious details of which always makes all who hear extremely glazed over with awe in their eyes, fascinated by the imagination of who ever came up with the greatest ideas ever, and wow, did i mention, that person who came up with that bit of creativity was none other than I, the amazing Andrea? why yes folks, please take up a chair and enjoy my everyday wanderings. my mind is a self taught artist who enjoys making quick and delicious meals with a smile for people who want to eat in the day time. and for those who crave an awesome tea, they do not need to go very far, for i will satisfy that want as well. it's all just that easy.
but if only....
(here's what made me get up out of bed and write tonight)
all those great ideas that come to us while we consciously/unconsciously drift to sleep, or while we take that chill out session in the lunch room at work staring at the plastic white dirty wall of random years-old microwave food splats, or when we sit at that cubicle doing that horrible job of telemarketing/reciting a two line republican political agenda, annoying the shit out of those people still dumb enough to answer the home phone at dinner time, or just doing any kind of simple repetitive work that allows the mind to wander outside of the situation taking place in front of it and apparent to the surrounding conditions, the ideas hatched can be totally not out of the ordinary day-to-day dullness of simple duties, they can be wonderful and indeed tend to be so. it's as if the fact of boring gives the mind a starting point to leap out to things of beautiful taste and color, a vibrant moving picture show of rain forest sparkles in stark contrast to the gray and brown of corporate industrial rust(y) metal litter: cold, boring and heartless gives birth to warm birds of endless wisdom, vibrant psychedelic color smiles upon the road and we step with all that is amazing. mundane transforms into the best party ever.
this thing our minds do, this way of going about everyday imagination is one of the things about life i absolutely adore and enjoy so much. i appreciate the ability of which i and many others have been blessed to make a party at the BMV with all the other people standing in the line that never moves. or while i am walking down the street, to stop and talk to people about life, about how the metro bus bike rack took a bloody chunk out of my right hand's pinky finger the other day right before a car almost hit me on clifton hill, and then i fell off my bike swerving to miss a car that pulled out in front of me. and it so happens, the person who i was telling all these facts to, they had almost gotten hit by a car on clifton hill the other day too, wow, how weird of a coincidence is that? two people who do not know each other almost got hit by a car in about the same spot just at different times on the same day, who by chance happened to meet a few days later close to that near-accident spot.
yea, finding the weird coincidences in random connections with people we would not know otherwise, passing along a sweet hello, or beeping the car horn at old ladies who look like they need to smile really bad, shouting at dogs to make them bark and wag their tails for fun, teaching my daughter how to ride her barbie bike without the training wheels after we both wrecked trying to ride a skateboard on our butts down the hill, letting my miniature dog attack cats who do not care that a miniature dog is coming towards them, and then who in turn scare the shit out of the dog with one deep MEOW, but really, the ability to come back to these happy everyday events whenever i have nothing left to do but stare stare stare. to be bored to the point of being 'bored out of my mind' that i actually do go out of my mind, and wander to colorful points unknown. i love imagination.

makers and coke big doubles for cheap will always set my mood back on the right course

her face clouded by unpleasant events, frown in need of turning upside down, she makes her way to the car in the middle of the night to have a love affair with her old friend Maker's Mark and long time companion Coke, and consequently both friends were so happy to see the estranged friend step up upon their doorstep that both gave themselves to her not once, but TWICE, and both were enjoyed out of a huge pint glass meant to hold strictly beer, but given the momentous occasion, a tradition was put aside to enjoy the smiles with correct passion.