TL;DR: I'm weird! Read all my "You should message me if. . ." because the usual assumptions are probably wrong.
Once a Coyote sat on a log. . .
watching the world go by. And as he drifted, strumming his guitar
strings and watching the leaves change from green to brown and back again, he spied the most beautiful flower he’d ever seen. It was red, with blue pearls upon its petals, and it filled the air with
such a scent that no one with Coyote’s nose could miss it.
inhaling its beautiful scent. He spent the afternoon gazing at the
flower, but when it folded its petals up for the night, Coyote was
unsure what to do. So, he went back to his log and continued to
float down the stream, singing to himself and watching the world go by. Except now, all his songs were love songs for the beautiful
“You greedy Coyote!” howled Bear, “This is MY flower!”
“Can we not both share the flower?” asked Coyote, confused.
“No! Now be off with you, else I rend your hide with my
So, sadly, Coyote got back on his log and drifted away.
As the turns and twists of the stream would have it, Coyote found a third flower. This one a beautiful, dark violet flower, with yellow
upon its petals and dark thick leaves. But as Coyote knelt to
inhale the scent of the blossom, it folded up its violet petals and tucked them away. “Off with you!” the flower said to him, “I belong to Beaver. No others shall enjoy me!”
“But why can Beaver and I not BOTH enjoy you?” asked Coyote, taken aback.
But the flower was insulted, and angry. “What kind of flower do you take me for?” So, respecting the pretty flower’s wishes, Coyote went away again.
Movie: Contact (the book is tedious)
Music: If you don't enjoy acoustic folk music, I'm not sure what you'll make of me. If you know what filk is, you might find me amusing. I write epic ballads about role playing games my friends have run. If that's too nerdy for you, so am I.
The Grand Canyon
Turtle laughed at him. “This is NOT my flower, Coyote. It belongs
to itself. How could I presume to possess such a marvelous thing?
Why don’t you ask the flower’s permission?”
And so Coyote asked the flower. And the flower turned to Coyote and unveiled its beautiful petals and he inhaled its thick, heady
scent, like honey.
And in the grass nearby, Coyote spied another flower. And another. And he and his friend Turtle sat, and enjoyed the flowers together. For a long, long time.
Me constantly traveling isn't a deal breaker (I am on airplanes twice a month).
I am mobile and minimalist and a hippy. My house connects to a trailer hitch and goes where I want it to go. I would have it no other way. This does NOT mean I'm broke or unemployed.
You've kindly humored me and taken my test:
The What Musical Instrument Are You (In Bed) Test
You want a ride to Burning Man.
If you're the kind of girl who thinks a blind date at the Grand Canyon sounds exciting.
You know I have a wonderful young son and are ok with that.