Oh dear lord

I just got the Bajesus scared out of me while taking out the trash. Yep, you heard me right. Little Miss Emily about pooped in her pants due to something furry making noise. It's totally unlike me to get excited or show any form of emotion (trust me it's true...I type emotion but actually showing it is a different story). I have to be honest, I wasn't truly scared...ok maybe for like 2 seconds when I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on in my dumpster. I went to take the trash out (somewhat tipsey off wine) when I heard some rustling in the trash heap of my apartment complex. Oooooh I started getting excited and curious...what could this be? Probably a cat. I thought but when I quietly peered over the edge of the container like a wild animal sneaking up on it's prey, I saw something much larger than I had expected. Between my poor eyesight and low lighting it looked like the back of a very large boar. But how in the world would a boar be able to climb into a dumpster? Maybe it's a bear? Or a Mountain lion! Without hesitation I hightailed it back inside to grab my camera. I quietly creeped back up on the unsuspecting creature and held my camera over the ledge assuring I was out of harm’s way in case some teeth and claw toting monster jumped out and attacked my face like a hungry Anna Nicole Smith. I was able to snap 3 photos of the perpetrator before they ran off...yep...I said they. Not only is my new apartment-complex home to snails, lizards, and wittle runny babbits but it is home to RACOONS! Woooooooooo to the mutha fuckin hooooooooooo! I was kinda sad they ran away so quickly but I left them some homemade stir-fry and quite frankly the first decent meal I've made in probably my whole life. I hope they come back.

Here’s what I was able to capture, yay.

Amazing disappearing Emily

Yes, I know I haven't been around. Life has been strait up nuts. And I mean nuts...not teabag nuts but crazy like a moose nuts. For those who don't know, I've moved...again. This is the 4th move in 4 months and somewhere around the 8th in 3 years. My fingers are crossed this will be the last for a very long time. Why do I move so much? Well, we'll just say life happens. Some good some bad, it just happens. It's not my normal deal to move, I kind of like to stay put, I need a home base but have yet to re find the right one after my debacle with psycho neighbors whom I dealt with for 5 years. I found myself in Las Angeles which I knew was going to rub me the wrong way. Luckily my husband and I were only there for a short while before fate intervened and had us hightailing it for San Diego. We're much happier here. Our apartment is great, we get an occasional firework show off our back porch from a local theme park, there are little bunnies who munch on the grass and our own washer and driers! It's not all bunnies and light shows but it's a start. I'm hoping to soon be back to my normal routine of silly blogs and inane ramblings for my few readers. Thanks for sticking with me.

more soon...lord knows I have a list of stuff to blog about...so watch out!

oh yeah and my camera broke again...here's me crying about it (yes it was broke when I took the shot. The light settings aren't reading and 90% of the photos show up black)