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I love the ocean, love, love, love. Yesterday David and I trekked to the glorious Stinson Beach, which is located right behind a gorgeous mountainous forest. Stunning is pretty much all that can be said about the place. Here are the pics of the day
This is a picture on the way to the beach…
Ahhh, nothing like waves crashing on sand.
This is directly opposite the lovely ocean.
David, climbing like a crazy person. There are these huge rocks on one end of the coastline. Meet Mr. Spidermonkey.
Camera malfunction that turned out pretty cool
Sweet Lord, that’s gorgeous
Kristen huddled over iPhone, technology meets nature
Picture of David taking pictures
Yum… ocean and rocks…
What’s this you ask? Not a beach? This is the other brilliant part of California.
Amen.
oh wait, you thought I forgot? Um no here it is…
Kerns… never leave home without it.
Day two brings us to Six Flag Marine World or Discovery Cove or Fascination Village or Overpriced Carnal Entertainment or whatever you want to call it.
But I do love roller coasters and big animals so it was a great and exhausting day.
This is me taking a picture of David taking a picture. This will be a theme of our vacation.
David carrying the camera on his belt. At least there wasn’t a batman fanny pack.
We interrupt this abysmal blog post for a paid advertisement…
Kerns… “Nectar in a Can” YUM.
I’m thinking David is going to post some more meaningful shots, so you’ll have to head that way for substance, but you do that anyway, right?
I’ll let these picture speak for themselves
That pillow around David’s neck is his own personal property and can also double as a flotation device.
All that being said the big SF is fabulous and being away from all job responsibilities is only part of my joy. 
More pictures to follow.
okay random fact time
I’m a mediocre bowler, if that’s even a word. But I grew up with a Mum who loves bowling and has her own ball and shoes so we played a lot as kids.
I can beat most people at bowling because I used to play semi-regularly. Earlier this week, David begins trash talking and challenges me to a bowling match. Odd I thought, but sure let’s bowl, sucka.
He beat me, ug. He totally beat me. How embarrassing, even though his cell phone was ringing off the hook and he was completely distracted, he beat me. Ug.
So then he wanted to play pool. I can’t play pool, I am terrible at it. We had a pool table growing up but I never quite caught on. So I was less than enthused, not to mention he doesn’t play pool, and two people who don’t play pool playing pool makes for an excruciating game. Did I say “game” I meant games, yes plural, he wanted to keep playing. Ug. An hour and four games later, we finally left just as the bowling league people entered. Can I just say, wow, bowling league people are awkward folks. And I have a story about that, but that’s for another time.
So then we went back to my house. I open the door and wait… what?
Wow, right? My house was totally transformed. Insert mouth hanging open.
But then this…
That’s right peeps, that’s my left hand and my new bling.
Caroline (who will be in town in just two days – woot! woot!) posted a fabulous quote from one of my favorite books, Blue Like Jazz, on her blog in response to my post below. Go over and take a read, no really go now. NOW. GO.
I love that quote.
the following post was originally written on January twenty first, I had just begun dating a fab guy David Scoggan, I wanted to wait to post until things were a little less new, but I needed to write it all out to give myself some sanity. so here it is a bit delayed
Rarely is this ever a conundrum for me. I have made clear criteria for what I will blog and what I will not blog. Hence whenever I have something questionable I hold it up to the criteria and lean toward the safe side, always.
I’m a ridiculously honest person, I say the things that most often people are afraid of saying, I say exactly what’s on my mind. Now that’s not entirely true, but that’s what 90% of my friends would say about me first off I’m the most honest person they know.
I’m not really that honest, I just say what I’m thinking. That’s a lot of what this blog is, me just commenting. I did however purposefully title this blog, every single post is mildly censored, if I have to majorly censor anything I just don’t write it. I mean what’s the point if no one knows what you’re talking about? Also no need to cause “un-named” drama. Ugh, I hate that stuff.
But on occasion I find myself really want to post something but not being able to (by above self-imposed standards), and that’s a real drag.
so this post is going in the draft file, under things I wish I could say but really won’t ever be saying.
I just started dating this guy. I really like this guy. I haven’t dated a guy in three years, and it’s weird being back in a relationship, good but weird.
I really like this guy, but I’m freaked out. I’m in a place of putting myself out there with a person, being vulnerable again. Crap.
Last time I was in a relationship things did.not.end.well (there are a lot of reasons for that rough ending; none of them are worth hashing through, I’m just blessed to say that me and that person are now good friends, much time has passed and forgiveness has been doled out all around) That being said at the time of the explosive ending I felt like my whole body was being ripped apart. It was completely miserable. That whole dating experience closely resembled an encounter with a land mine. Not pretty.
That cannot happen again, I repeat, cannot happen again. Everyone read me? I have no more spare limbs.
But pain is not avoidable. I cannot miss out on life in fear of pain. Sigh deeper sigh, you have to open up to be in a good relationship, you have to open yourself up to some pretty brutal pain.
Really? I mean really, Kristen? Why are you doing this?
In italics up there, those are my deep inner thoughts. Those inner thoughts can drive a girl crazy.
But again, I really like this guy, and I really want to make this work, and have I said how much I really like this guy?
So I’m stepping out there, I am going to work this out. I really like this guy, and whether or not that all works it out is really not the main issue.
The main issue is how will I hold my heart? can I push past fear and open up fully without reservation, without baggage? do I really want to be loved? can I do this better then I have done it before?
can I love well?
Two of my favorite guys…
David and Annyoung have deep mutual respect for each other
Both of them have an intense curiosity.
They are both heart wrenchingly cute.
My sister left yesterday morning. She is moving to Virginia to be with the man that she loves and is marrying!! (insert high pitched girl squeal)
I am so excited for her, I’m so overjoyed that she found such an amazing guy, a guy who will love her like she deserves to be loved.
But I MISS her. I cried myself back to sleep after she left yesterday morning. Rachel has so totally changed and affected my life. I honesty have no idea where I would be without her.
So Virginia gets her tonight which means they are up 1 bizillion; it also means Virginia owes me, it owes me big, and I can only hope that maybe one day Virginia will give her back to the house of love.
Seems pretty easy, right? “To be loved” should be a passive thing, I mean all you have to do is let someone love you.
It’s not easy, it’s not. There are barriers, there are things we all put up to prevent the people in our lives from loving us. Most the time they are little subconscious things.
Sometimes I put up defenses to keep from being hurt, only to find that those same defenses keep out all the good stuff.
I guess I’m just saying “being loved” is work, letting people in has to be intentional. Being real with the people around you is necessary, I have to let people love the real “me”. Not the contrived, over thought out, idealistic version of myself (i, like most people, have an intricately created self-perception), but the actual me. S-C-A-R-Y.
no really, don’t lean in too close to the screen, the real me is scary looking.
Okay, yeah I know I’ve talked about this before, and I’ve been working on this for awhile now. I guess I’m just peeling back the layers of my life and working on parts bit by bit and becoming more whole and more real as I go. As I become more real, I realize the pain my own false self has caused me. Ugh, the thing I used to protect myself, came back to bite me in the butt. Yeah, painful.
Bummer.
I might have a little tiny obsession, I might not know how it started, but I love Mr Potato Head!!
I keep my little friends on my desk and the collection keeps growing. It’s threatening to overtake my work.
Sporty Spud
Darth Tatar
Santa Spud
Spud Trooper
Optimus Spud
Yep, this is a new addition as of today, Spud Bunny
Oh and this guy, he’s a gift from my boyfriend. A glass head filled with runts candy, getting at the runts has provided hours of fun and some messy incidents. David is brilliant. He knows just how to make a girl all giddy and ridiculous.
