Something slightly sugary

Ah the familiar click of rapidly moving keys under my fingers. There have been a ton of thoughts running through my head that I keep telling myself "I should blog about that!" But at the same time I can't seem to make enough time with all the extra time that I'm given.

I find it hard to write about things when I'm feeling happy. I feel that happy thoughts just seem to flow endlessly out of my mouth into the ears of innocent bystanders. Whether they care to hear about my happiness and joyous mood, they fall victim to the onslaught of cheery tones. I find blogging, or writing for that matter, is something that I use as a release of stressful emotion. I tend to sit down and want to write about something when I feel that burdening others with my overly moody emotions is just bad karma. I sit down at the computer when I can't hold in anymore of the overly powerful stirs of feelings and if they aren't released it will create the horrible word-vomit that occurs in the most unfortunate of places. My word-vomit is comparable to a frat house party where alcohol is consumed at a rate of astonishing speed and mixed with various forms of belligerent shmoozing and all at once comes hurling out in a slightly toxic and foul smelling mixture onto pledges and anyone unfortunately close enough to be in range of the spew.

So I decided to try something new.

How about talking about something happy? Just because I've repeated the story a million times doesn't mean that it's going to get a notch worse on the millionth and one time. It may make it better.

So, I'm happy! I'm overly, happy. I haven't felt this happy in a long time. It's a freeing happiness. A happiness that makes me smile when I wake up, grin throughout my day and go to sleep feeling hopefully optimistic about the future. It is almost sickening I know. I don't know how long this kind of euphoric happiness can last, so I'm embracing it while it is here. I'm squeezing the living hell out of it, going to make sure that every last drop of happy sap is sucked out of this feeling until it is shriveled up like a dry prune. And for no particular reason, or reasons maybe I've yet to admit to myself...I'm this happy. I can do anything, go anywhere, be whatever-the-hell-I-feel-like-being-today happy. It's strange really, because a few months ago I was convinced that happiness was a long lost friend of mine that I could fondly look back on our memories together. He occasionally stopped by for a cup of tea and was too quick to leave, but now I think that he may be here to stay for a slumber party, or two, or three, or a whole week.

People reaffirm thoughts that I know to be true in my own head but fail to listen to when my own conscious is screaming them at me. I need to hear them from someone else to make sure I can recognize they are real. What you put out into the universe will come back to you. I am a magnet for happy thoughts. I will not harbor unhealthy thoughts. I am a product of my own mood. Positive energy and good vibrations will be returned to you in time. The law of attraction will attract like people and like situations to myself. I know this to be true, it just got happily hammered into my head recently. So far, it has yet to prove me wrong.

Please don't :)

Here's to another overly positive and happy day tomorrow.

Good night world.

Bree

Everyday's so caffeinated I wish they were Golden Gated

Are you going to San Francisco?

Wow what a week I've had. I broke free and drove up the coast of California to San Francisco. Kelly and I took the Pacific Coast Highway up to San Simeon, with a stop in Cambria for lunch. We watched the elephant seals fling dirt on themselves in the fog and continued north to Ragged Point where we stopped for a romp in the thick fog and...in my case...numerous bathroom breaks. From Ragged Point we took the twisted winding highway up to Big Sur, where we camped for the night in Pfeiffer Big Sur state park. The colors of the forest we're so vibrant...pictures didn't even do them justice. The next morning we drove to the Monterey Bay Aquarium and tore ourselves away from Cannery Row to drive another 3 hours to Vallejo. For anyone that hasn't ever been to Vallejo...I'd say it's a spot you can avoid on your next roadtrip...

Luckily my dear English friend Niki lives there...and may as well be the only white girl in Vallejo...and we stayed at her place for a few days. She was my roommate when I was living in Waikoloa on the Big Island and I remember why we got along so well. She's just one of those free-spirit people that you can talk about anything with and do anything with and she's completely down for it all.

From Vallejo we drove into wine country, to the town of St. Helena. The grunge of the city left behind us, the sprawl of thousands of neatly trimmed rows of grapes welcomed us to the famous Napa Valley. It had always been a dream of mine to go wine tasting in Napa, and when we pulled up to Beringer Vineyards I was smiling so big my face started to hurt. If anyone hasn't had the opportunity to go wine tasting that lives in California...PLEASE do. It's an experience that is so unique and SO much fun! The area of Napa is so beautiful and the town of St. Helena is absolutely exquisite. Even if you don't drink wine, it's worth a trip up there just for the history. For $20 we got an hour and a half tour around the vineyard and aging tunnels and four samples of wine...even some dark chocolate :)! The port wine from Beringer...OOH THE PORT WINE!...is my favorite...I ended up splurging on a bottle.

That same night Kelly, Niki and I, along with some new friends from Marin...went into the city for Taco Tuesdays. I actually went out! I know, shocking. And I stayed out until 5 am! AH! Even hungover I was able to get up bright and early and tour the city of San Francisco and the Marine Mammal Center. I drank drinking chocolate at the Ghirardelli Factory and saw fishermans wharf and drove across the Golden Gate Bridge. Saved the cable car for the next time I'm up there...so that way I have an excuse to go back :).

But I really don't think I'll have a hard time going back up there. I'm already counting down the days until I can get back to that city by the bay. I'm frantically looking for my chance to run back up to bay area. I love it. Not just the city of San Fran, but all over it. The people, the scenery, the smells, the tastes, I love it all. The hardest part of the entire trip was taking the 5 freeway back towards LA. Don't get me wrong I love LA, but at one point Kelly and I looked at each other and said, "What if we just turn around now and go back? Do you think anyone would mind?"

I WILL BE BACK IN SAN FRANCISCO.

or somewhere along that huge bay.

*Sigh* Until then...

Bree