The Caretaker

Damn

So close…. Maybe some other time.

Do A Little Dance….

Thank you Jesus. Holy shit holy shit holy shit! Don’t even give a fuck how this turns out, the remote chance of even being there is overwhelmingly awesome. 

A Change

Changing my eating habits. Instead of one to two meals a day, moving it up to five. More calories. PROTEIN. Going to get on a workout regimen. Possibly boxing on the regular with some people I know. Maybe kick-boxing. Then perhaps BJJ or Judo thrown in there for technique. This shall be done -_-

Chapter What? p.2

A little more than halfway through Chapter 3. It’s turning out well, and I’m proud of it overall. I continue on!

belowtheprecipice:

all-hail-king-loki:

cristaly:

i-am-beautiful-on-the-inside:

hylianrudolf:

nooby-banana:

thesanityclause:

rinnysega:

vashappeninstyles:

the19thhistory:

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

I remember my first eagle ceremony when I turned nine. The first eagle you get is always declawed, which I always thought was pretty inhumane, but it was a good way to ease into caring for the birds. My eagle (named Baldy, because I wasn’t a terribly clever child) was already quite old when I received him (he was a rescue eagle, luckily) but I did have him until I was 16. I don’t know if I was more excited about getting my drivers license that year, or my new eagle! You should have seen the party we had when I got him, too! Grilled hot dogs and fire works and lemonade…. obviously I named my beautiful new eagle Freedom. He’s too big to keep inside anymore, unfortunately, but we’ve got a pretty comfortable roost for him on our apartment’s balcony.

Ah, yes, the eagle ceremony! My Justice and I remember his quite well. (They had just come out with telepathic link transplants when I got him, which is how I know he remembers it.) Our celebration was quite modest, compared to Freedom’s—apple pie under a cloudless summer sky as we signed our Declaration of Interdependence. I still have the inked and talon-pierced document hanging on my wall.

what is this 

Get out Canada

I was so scared during my pet eagle ceremony I almost threw up. But Stonewall Jackson and I have been best friends ever since. My dad and grandfather built a really massive roost behind the house for my eagle and my sisters’ eagles. Stonewall always waits for me when I get home from class since schools are getting so over protective and strict these days and won’t allow eagles indoors. Which just goes to show how much we’re bubble wrapping kids today. Back in the day, if you couldn’t handle a few stitches because you pissed off the wrong kid’s eagle, you had to just man up and learn your lesson!

Ooo, I never miss a chance to tell this story! I had a rather unusual first eagle ceremony. The traditional giant American flag that you wave around to summon your eagle had been severely damaged the week prior (a ceremony that had not gone according to plan, but the child only suffered minor talon wounds. The flag took the brunt of the attack).  Anyway, I couldn’t use the normal flag so we had to search ALL OVER for one suitable for eagle summoning. Unfortunately the stripes weren’t the correct shade of patriotic red so everyone was worried an eagle wouldn’t show up at all.  I had to stand in the middle of that wheat field, the wind creating amber waves out of it, shaking that flag in the air for over three hours.  Everyone was just about to give up when suddenly Patriot appeared out of nowhere!  He came to me so quickly it was like he was apologizing for being late.  And we’ve been together ever since.

Oh, I loved the eagle ceremony! Mine wasn’t special to say the least, but I did end up naming my eagle Liberty. My nephew will have his own eagle ceremony soon, I’m super excited. Maybe his eagle and mine can be best friends? Oh, I sure hope so. That’d be cool!

Honestly, I think the eagle ceremony is the best part of growing up in the states. I remember getting my first eagle. Feathers was my first friend. He had a bad wing but he kept trying to fly no matter what he did. I would help him and we even made him a little perch with stairs. He taught me a lot. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss my eagle. My parents are looking to get me another one. Oh, I hope they hurry up!!

I got my Eagle Last year, the ceremony was w.e. I dropped the flag, and everyone yelled at me, and the potato salad wasn’t that great but my cousin brought McDonalds and ever since I hand fed my eagle Bill his first fry he became addicted to them; they’re his favorite treat.

I remember my eagle ceremony! I got the biggest flag possible (and that I could still hold up and wave proudly) so to get a larger eagle. I had heard this was a myth but then Liberty flew out from behind the clouds. It was spectacular really, she has a big wingspan and she showed it off nicely. We hung out by the pool cooking hot dogs, burgers, and apple pie for dessert for the ceremony. We have a rather large tree in my backyard for her to safely and cheaply roost. Overall it was a good day!

Wow, this is bringing back memories! My eagle ceremony was actually really odd compared to the ones above. See, we can’t switch the date of our ceremony, that would be very un-American. So, there I was, out in the pouring rain, wet to the bone, my parents behind me with my brother. The flag I used was tiny. I was foolish and thought that the size of the flag was unimportant, but is was important. Though, not as important as the singing of the Star Spangled Banner by my family. I waved my tiny flag as hard as I could against the cold rain for what felt like hours until my tiny eagle showed up. My mother was so sad at her size, but I thought she was perfect. She fluttered right onto my arm and stared at me. It was then that I named her Justice. I have loved her ever since. 

belowtheprecipice:

all-hail-king-loki:

cristaly:

i-am-beautiful-on-the-inside:

hylianrudolf:

nooby-banana:

thesanityclause:

rinnysega:

vashappeninstyles:

the19thhistory:

areyoutryingtodeduceme:

I remember my first eagle ceremony when I turned nine. The first eagle you get is always declawed, which I always thought was pretty inhumane, but it was a good way to ease into caring for the birds. My eagle (named Baldy, because I wasn’t a terribly clever child) was already quite old when I received him (he was a rescue eagle, luckily) but I did have him until I was 16. I don’t know if I was more excited about getting my drivers license that year, or my new eagle! You should have seen the party we had when I got him, too! Grilled hot dogs and fire works and lemonade…. obviously I named my beautiful new eagle Freedom. He’s too big to keep inside anymore, unfortunately, but we’ve got a pretty comfortable roost for him on our apartment’s balcony.

Ah, yes, the eagle ceremony! My Justice and I remember his quite well. (They had just come out with telepathic link transplants when I got him, which is how I know he remembers it.) Our celebration was quite modest, compared to Freedom’s—apple pie under a cloudless summer sky as we signed our Declaration of Interdependence. I still have the inked and talon-pierced document hanging on my wall.

what is this 

Get out Canada

I was so scared during my pet eagle ceremony I almost threw up. But Stonewall Jackson and I have been best friends ever since. My dad and grandfather built a really massive roost behind the house for my eagle and my sisters’ eagles. Stonewall always waits for me when I get home from class since schools are getting so over protective and strict these days and won’t allow eagles indoors. Which just goes to show how much we’re bubble wrapping kids today. Back in the day, if you couldn’t handle a few stitches because you pissed off the wrong kid’s eagle, you had to just man up and learn your lesson!

Ooo, I never miss a chance to tell this story! I had a rather unusual first eagle ceremony. The traditional giant American flag that you wave around to summon your eagle had been severely damaged the week prior (a ceremony that had not gone according to plan, but the child only suffered minor talon wounds. The flag took the brunt of the attack).  Anyway, I couldn’t use the normal flag so we had to search ALL OVER for one suitable for eagle summoning. Unfortunately the stripes weren’t the correct shade of patriotic red so everyone was worried an eagle wouldn’t show up at all.  I had to stand in the middle of that wheat field, the wind creating amber waves out of it, shaking that flag in the air for over three hours.  Everyone was just about to give up when suddenly Patriot appeared out of nowhere!  He came to me so quickly it was like he was apologizing for being late.  And we’ve been together ever since.

Oh, I loved the eagle ceremony! Mine wasn’t special to say the least, but I did end up naming my eagle Liberty. My nephew will have his own eagle ceremony soon, I’m super excited. Maybe his eagle and mine can be best friends? Oh, I sure hope so. That’d be cool!

Honestly, I think the eagle ceremony is the best part of growing up in the states. I remember getting my first eagle. Feathers was my first friend. He had a bad wing but he kept trying to fly no matter what he did. I would help him and we even made him a little perch with stairs. He taught me a lot. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss my eagle. My parents are looking to get me another one. Oh, I hope they hurry up!!

I got my Eagle Last year, the ceremony was w.e. I dropped the flag, and everyone yelled at me, and the potato salad wasn’t that great but my cousin brought McDonalds and ever since I hand fed my eagle Bill his first fry he became addicted to them; they’re his favorite treat.

I remember my eagle ceremony! I got the biggest flag possible (and that I could still hold up and wave proudly) so to get a larger eagle. I had heard this was a myth but then Liberty flew out from behind the clouds. It was spectacular really, she has a big wingspan and she showed it off nicely. We hung out by the pool cooking hot dogs, burgers, and apple pie for dessert for the ceremony. We have a rather large tree in my backyard for her to safely and cheaply roost. Overall it was a good day!

Wow, this is bringing back memories! My eagle ceremony was actually really odd compared to the ones above. See, we can’t switch the date of our ceremony, that would be very un-American. So, there I was, out in the pouring rain, wet to the bone, my parents behind me with my brother. The flag I used was tiny. I was foolish and thought that the size of the flag was unimportant, but is was important. Though, not as important as the singing of the Star Spangled Banner by my family. I waved my tiny flag as hard as I could against the cold rain for what felt like hours until my tiny eagle showed up. My mother was so sad at her size, but I thought she was perfect. She fluttered right onto my arm and stared at me. It was then that I named her Justice. I have loved her ever since. 

(Source: actualsaame, via cynicandsane)

That moment when you’re relatively sure you are going for something above your level and you’re like, “Let’s do this.

So I’m A Tad Selfish

Been wishing I could split myself in the past, fix all of my mistakes, and live all of the lives I want to live. Can think of quite a few things I would go back for. Selfish of me to think so much about it, I know. But I don’t care.

A Small Wish and A Small Mention

Among a few other things I would wish for, I’d like to have my book at least finished with its first draft. I miss that idea dearly, but I’ve been busy and without my laptop. Been working on the other blog instead, and it seems to be going well. It’s helping me at least. Not many posts, but the ones that are there are decent.