It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

I was feeling down today (LONG story) so I decided to do something constructive to take the feeling away (social work training, oy) so I wanted to make a post of all the photos of people and places and things that mean something to me. And when I started to plan it, I realised just how long it would be if I put everyone into it. And that made me feel so amazing, you have no idea...

I did it anyway deciding I would only use photos I have taken myself (or by my family since I wasn't at the reunion to take those and I didn't take the ones of me as a kid, but you get the point!) to cut down on spamming random Hugh Jackman pictures ;). Not everyone that should be here is including my friends in Australia. Woot, Peter, Laura and Ness, I have no (not blurry) photos of you!! And there are other friends who aren't on here, but be that as it may, here it is. Some of my happy things.

( To me you are perfect )

Today continued to be an interesting day. Helena, Montana is different from where I grew up in Kalispell. It's windy here all the TIME and this morning my step-father said it was supposed to be really hot and really windy. For some reason, the Montana Forest Service still thought it would be a good idea to light a controlled burn and SURPRISE, SURPRISE it got out of hand. Way to go, forest service. You can see the flames from here.

The wind whipped up and I wanted to take photos.

( Said Photos )

SO, on to dinner conversation in Montana. My parents have horses (they did not name that one Chocolate, a little girl did) and they were discussing what Larry will be able to do once he retires.

Larry: I might teach Chocolate to pull a sleigh this winter.
Mom: Why?
Larry: Put little bells on.
Mom: Where?!
Larry: Oh, on the roads and stuff.
Mom: ....okay
Larry: Jingle bells jingle bells.
Mom: ...*changing subject* I'm wondering what colour that barn is going to be.
Larry: Red. It's not a cow barn.
Mom: How can you tell?
Larry: Cow barns are cheap and lower and that one is nice and tall. That's a horse barn. For horses.
Mom: Well there are cows there now. Lara, over there where that outhouse is? That's where the cows play.
Me: ....just...wow.

Larry: Who was that guy. You know. The piano player?
Mom: ...I have no idea.
Larry: You know *mimes playing piano*
Mom: I know what a piano is!

And then they dissolved into giggles. My parents are ridiculous and I love them very much. Beats listening to racist diatribes over dinner. By a million and a half miles.