So...here is my 5th guest post from one of my most favorite friends, "Dubs". Read more about her under my Groovy Guest Bloggers page. She abandoned me for 6 months to live the adventure of a lifetime in South America but I heart her still. I am, however, delighted to report that she will be back in approximately 3 months and ummmm...13 days. But who's counting?
She's been mentioned here on the Colie Chronicles many times I'm sure and she is often involved in my real life shenanigans. Including one involving a very naked, very hairy man who overindulged on bologna. A story which we now tell in tandem like an old married couple, completing each others sentences and acting out the very traumatic day. Now, that story would make a hilarious Vlog. Maybe when she gets back I'll convince her to do it with me?
I'm proud to call her one of "my people". Even though she's all gym-y, run-y, yoga-y and I'm all holy shit I need to lie down-y. In the months since my beautiful Momma died, I have realized who my real people are. You know the ones who will be there for you no matter what. They may hate funerals, or fear them, but they came. For me. They may not have the right words, but they give hugs and cry with you. No time or distance will change how much they mean to me. The ones who you can turn to for anything, anytime. I can sob like a lunatic, rant like a madwoman, and laugh hysterically with my l'il Dubster. I've been mistaken about some people over the past year but others, like Dubs, have simply been solidified as my lifelong peeps.
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| Colie and Dubs Newfoundland Shenanigans circa 2010 |
Adventures of a ´Hard Liver´ ~ by Dubs
And I don't mean 'liver', like the organ. I mean liver, like one who lives. You know, I live hard. I have spent my entire life breaking things people previously thought were indestructible. As a child I needed new sneakers twice as fast as everyone else (due to holes inexplicable places) and by the end of the first month of school my backpacks would ALWAYS have holes in the bottom of them, much to the exasperation of my poor mother.
I currently find myself in Bolivia, three months into a six month South American adventure. I am sad to report that the hard living has continued, which has really made my life slightly more complicated. I am writing the first draft of this in a dark dorm room with a headlamp strapped, ever so carefully, to my head. I can't actually move much and I have to make sure that my head is angled 'just so', or it is all over. You see, the trouble started back in Buenos Aires (over two months ago!) when, during one of the numerous power outages I dropped my headlamp on the extremely hard concrete floor. The first couple times this happened, the headlamp escaped mostly unscathed, just resulting in cosmetic chips and cracks. No big deal. Just par for the course, for a hard liver, such as myself.
The problems really began when one of the clips that actually secures the lamp to the strap broke right off. It was then that I realized the clips are what actually makes the headlamp a 'head' lamp, and not just a 'lamp'. But, still, no big deal. Things were still working. Until a couple weeks ago, when I (again), dropped the already damaged headlamp onto yet another concrete ground, I broke yet another clip (but completely different kind of clip) - this one the one holding the batteries in place. This clip is what takes the hunk of plastic to 'lamp'. Not good. Good thing I am an engineer's daughter (haha, my pops would laugh at that), I was able to wrap 800 elastics around it and we are still in business. Phew. Put that fire out.
In addition to my headlamp I have had some serious issues with iPod chargers (both locating and keeping them safe). I had gotten a really great charger before I left, specifically for the trip. It was small and compact and did the job efficiently (well, there was the concern about the tingling iPod during charging but that is old news). Sadly, only one month into this six month journey, the charger also fell victim to extremely hard concrete floor (some may argue it fell victim to me, but seriously, what is with the floors in South America????), leaving it in pieces, and clearly not able to charge anything. Not good! I needs my music! I tried to put it back together and all that resulted in was lots of smoke and some sparks (oops....). Which is never what you want. I was luckily able to find a new charger at the Apple store in Buenos Aires, however, the problem is that it was an Argentine plug, which clearly won't work everywhere. I was lucky to find the appropriate adaptor and I thought I was in the clear. I should have known better. Two months later and I have now broken the adaptor, in an attempt to keep it as safe as possible. Of course. I am not quite sure how to solve this one....
Things are never easy for a hard liver.
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| Dubs = 'The Hard Liver' I know! It's like the freaking matrix! |
Live hard and be safe my sweet Dubsy!!! I miss you big time.
xxoo
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5 comments:
Colie, you say the nicest stuff. Thanks for the headsup on Dubs.
lol nice post. I know the likes of you and I keep them as far away from my crap as I can. You are the version of a walking stomach. Anything you get you turn it into shit.
But you like to travel, so you are forgiven.
I'd still wouldn't let you near by my crap though.
Will follow your travel blog : )
@Mollie. Awwww. I heart my peeps.
@Porkstar. Here's the thing about Dubs - she has never broken any of my crap. She's a hard liver with her own crap, yes, but she's careful with other people's crap. I'd even let her babysit my kids and I'm pretty sure they'd be injury free at the end of it. They'd know some new yoga poses and probably how to salsa like nodoby's bidness, but they'd be well cared for.
Ok, being that the case, then we're all good. So i think shit happens when things go from NOT belonging to her to belonging to her. It's like the world transforms and things start failing and breaking. She sounds like a riot though, it'd be fun to pick on her if she were my fweeend.. haha :P
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