I am in sunny southern Ca. not far from Disneyland and Knott's Berry Farm where today it IS indeed sunny, and I am cold. I have been cold since I arrived here a couple days ago. I have sat around with either a sweater or a coat on the whole time. If I were at home I would be sitting in a sleeveless shirt (tank top) and wandering around the house in a pair of socks. The only time I would put a coat or sweater on would be when I ventured outside to retrieve the wood to feed the woodstove thus applying the heat to the home that I am able to wear tank tops and socks in the winter. I guess when you live in southern Ca. for the most part one is always hot, so when the temperature is 60 to 63 degrees outside it is a welcome relief from there normalcy of much warmer. The overhead fans are blowing in the home I am at and it is blowing around this welcoming cool air of 60 degrees. To me it feels like they are blowing in an airconditioner. At home when the thermostat says 60 degrees inside the house, someone is being fucking lazy, meaning they are not feeding the wood eater. Every single time I come down here to visit I notice the same thing. Their 60 degrees is soooo different than the 60 degrees of the mountains that I am used too. And I don't get it!

Today I was filling up the wood stove with you guessed it! wood! LoL!!! The front doors to this stove swing open from the middle, meaning the right side swings and opens from the middle to the right, while the other side is ass backwards to that. Today I ran into a little problem while feeding my hungry stove. I accidentally lifted the right side right out of it's hinges. Meaning I am now standing (actually kneeling) with one extremely hot entire wood stove door in my hand. this is being held by the extremely hot wood stove handle. But what is my reaction? My reaction is to not let this extremely burning wood stove door fall on to the carpet. Why? CUZ I AM FUCKING STUPID SOMETIMES!!!!!!
So instead I reactively add my left hand into my burnfest which ends up taking most of the heat (no pun intended, but it should be) and now I am learning how to type wth just one hand. I realized I had really fucked up and totally babied my misfortune most of the day. I am now assuming that I saved myself from what could have been, and would have been the worst scar of my entire life here on earth for 50 of them. (with the exception of two (2) emergency C sections that just so happen to be right on top of each other) and I wear them with pride but of course are not for the general publics eye! LOL!!!
Oh and the carpet you may ask? FUCK THAT CARPET!!!!
Oh and on a more personal note, there was someone less than two (2) feet away just watching!!! But that's okay, FUCK HIM TOO!!!!!!!!!!!