ARGH!

I'm still crossing my fingers that they might bust out a fire at Red Rock Lakes and call me back from intermittent status. Yeah, right.

So, I moved. Err... well, not exactly. I got the keys to a flat this weekend in Ferndale. Thing is, is that I'm freaking out about it. The dude downstairs is a chain smoker and all that crap floats up to my flat, and smoke makes me SICK! That, and I am a bit anxious about moving out by myself to that area. I've lived by myself before and love it... but that was in smaller towns with low crime, and there wasn't some random DUDE living downstairs. Not sure if I'm just having jitters or if I should really back out of this deal. I guess I'll decide tomorrow.

Had a great evening hanging out with Steve and Jenna last night! Long islands, breadsticks, and fantastic conversation. They really cheered me up, since I've been in just a horrible mood for the past... 3 months? ;)

What to do, what to do...

The near domestication of the wild Lisa

Me tying into the tree

So I bought a house. Sortof.

I signed the papers and, pending a satisfactory inspection, the house would be mine. I was on my way to domestic bliss and the American dream!

Yeah, right.

The house needed everything replaced - electrical, plumbing, furnace, standing water in the basement, just to name a few things. On top of everything, when the inspector measured the height of the upstairs, it wasn't tall enough to technically qualify as "living space" - making the house only 650 sq. ft. instead of 900! Needless to say, I backed out of that offer. They promptly relisted it and still have it advertised at 1000 sq. ft. (which we measured and it wasn't right in the first place) and are trying to rip somebody off. But it's not gonna be me!

So now, my cut-off date for buying a house is here - I gave myself until August 1st before I just said screw it and went for a rental. I don't know that I would live in a house long enough to make it worth while at this point - still wanna get back out west in the next couple years!

Who was I kidding anyway? I've always lived the life less ordinary, and I think it says something that my friends were more surprised that I was trying to buy a house, than the fact that I've moved 3 times with less than 2 weeks notice over the last 3 years! Me buying a house and settling down just wasn't meant to be; you can't domesticate a wild vixen like myself!

Hopefully in the next week I'll be moved out into a nice flat or house and get a dog and bide my time climbing trees until I'm ready to go back out west!

Speaking of climbing trees, here are some pictures of me and Joe at that tree climbing class a few weeks ago.

I did a pub crawl in Livonia last night with Jess and a bunch of friends, 100 people crammed into 2 big yellow school busses. We drank. A lot. ;)

Now, time to ride my motorcycle!

Joe in the tree

Me doing a limb walk

 

Lance

If I were to say I had a role model, it would be Lance Armstrong. Yep, he won his 7th (and last) Tour de France. What a bad-ass.

In semi-related news, my buddy Dave from the fire academy is a bad ass also. He used to be a bike mechanic for an internationally competitive cycling team and women's Tour de France or something like that. He did fire last year but went back into the cycling industry. I jokingly asked him to hook me up with some clipless pedals... Lo and behold, I had a strange package in the mail this week. Surprise! Dave pulled through. I'll get ya' back some time, fire buddy!

Oh, and I bought a house. But I'm too busy to write more right now. Just another typical day in the life of me. ;)

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There is NOTHING like riding on a motorcycle down Pontiac Trail at night, with no traffic at all to disrupt the flow or ruin the mood. Only the hypnotic rumble of my bike; the wind blowing at my face; the occassional bug smacking into my sunglasses; and the surreal sensation of being far from home - just me and my bike, racing down the winding road through the darkness. If I was uncertain before, I'm addicted now. Ride free! ;)