Dreaming Again

This is a great blog, by the way : "Happy Loves Rosie".

Yesterday, was a sunny slightly warmer day, one of the best days we have had in several weeks.  Don mowed the lawn, I got my toes done and we had a fire with hot dogs and smores.  While we were sitting around the fire, I was looking at this part of our yard - its kind of a hidden oasis, you can't see it from the road or the driveway, just the back windows of our house, and it is a perfect patch of grass and trees, with the fire pit.  Between two of the trees, I decided, is the perfect spot for my travel trailer.  Just like the one in the picture here and I'd take the little dog too.  I would hang a hammock nearby, and this is where I would come to read, write my book, take a nap, have tea, play cards by candle light, have drinks with friends, and have a romantic interlude with my hubby.  I just wish someone had one they needed me to take off their hands...it might look like any of these:

Inspired

My niece invited me to her school fashion show.  She took Home EC -oops, I am not allowed to call it Home EC - it is now called Consumer Science something or other.... Anyway, I wasn't expecting a whole lot - I figured the kids were going to show off the aprons they made.  WELL, not quite!  They had a real runway, all lit up and an amazing backdrop they all designed.  Each student walked the runway modeling the clothes they made to very loud and fun music.  The kids were so much more outgoing than I ever remember being at that age. Some of the kids danced and were not embarrassed with themselves at all.  The audience was really getting into it to, which made it even more fun.  Major kudos to the teacher who must spend hours of her own time every day working with the kids and she made everything so RELEVANT.  Lots of  boys and girls. They made aprons, dresses, coats, shirts, you name it.  I was INSPIRED.  Not to sew my own clothes or anything, but to just go back to when I was confident enough and believed in myself that I can do anything I want.  So back to blogging for me, hoping that I get motivated to write that book yet. 

I'm not sure what it is about going to school functions, but no matter what, I have a hard time sitting through them without getting a huge lump in my throat and wanting to have a good old cry.  Even if I do not know any of the kids, it's something about seeing a child performing something in front of the audience, it is such a pure experience.  This makes me feel very uncool but I guess it's my kryptonite - school functions, gets me every time!

Newly Motivated

I'm back. I promise to make this a regular visit. Today on my way to work I had a writer's moment. For me, it is when I think of a plot for my yet unwritten novels and it unravels in my head. So this was a really good one and I'm getting more and more creative all while I sat still in front of a green light. Whoops!
We are leaving for my first vacation in 5 years on Friday! The craziness of packing, planning, cleaning, laundry, yelling, and eye twitching has begun.

The dresser in the bedroom is piled high with more clothes than will ever fit in our one suitcase. Thank god for laundry baskets - what we like to call red-neck luggage. By the way, do you not LOVE the smell of your suitcase? It always smells like vacations past. I also love finding things in them - Like a perfectly folded pair of socks into the size of a quarter, or soap from the hotel.

Of course after a snowy/cold winter, it will be 78 degrees as we leave heading for Florida and from it sounds like slightly lower temps. I don't care, I'm excited to just hang out with the kids, see my parents, argue with my hubby and not having to clean the house! We have Disney on our schedule for two days. Unfortunately with it being Spring Break, it will be crowded, but again, I am taking a non-caring attitude on anything that could put a damper on my fun.
A vacation for us is like holding off on paying the bills in order to store up memories.
So if you ask me today, I am newly motivated to write, to lessen the amount of clothes in the pile to be packed, to try not to stress pre-vacation, to not throw the TV remote at the TV during American Idol, to start that novel, and to enjoy my vacation as though it is my last!
How are you?

Stubborn

I'm in my room, with my laptop and with the door firmly shut. Feeling like I used to on a Saturday night with nothing to do, nowhere to go. Except back then I didn't have a laptop! I am mad, but I'm not exactly sure at what point it started and for exactly what reason. Irregardless, I am still mad. Of course I am now depriving myself of a drink, the Tv, and well the kids for that matter. Once the bedroom door has been closed, no one will dare come near it. HE won't come in after me either so there is more than one of us who is being stubborn. The dryer stopped, so I have to go fold. The kids are ready to be told to go to bed or at least clean up, and I would so much rather be sitting in my usual spot with this laptop then on my bed. It is very uncomfortable! I'll go out there, but I am NOT saying anything and I can guarantee I will stomp my feet, sigh loudly and slam a cupboard or two.........How are YOU?

Perplexed

Today, after one of my employees requested a meeting, I found myself struggling for the right words to say when asked to please make another female employee stop farting in the office. In my memo, I used the word Flatulence, and then I complimented her on a good job done elsewhere. I wrote and re-wrote that email for well over an hour. Then I hit send in a moment of frustration that I was actually spending time on something like that.

I discovered last night that someone didn't become my friend on facebook. It was someone that I was friends with in high school and early part of college and it was all my fault that we stopped talking, but I didn't think he wouldn't want to be friends...... Now I'm perplexed on what did I REALLY do, and why do I let facebook get to me like that?

I'm perplexed on the behavior of people. And you?

A little bit Redneck

I am feeling a little bit redneck, because last year I went to the Crash up Derby at our local County fair and I had a blast. I went as a little kid but didn't remember how much fun it was. Crammed into the stands with hundreds of others, sticky from heat, dirt, pop and Fair food, we cheered and roared as the cars smashed into each other until the very end. We watched as the fires were doused, and one man was rolled away on a stretcher. We stared amazed at the flat and destroyed peices of metal as they were displayed around town the next week. We thought, wouldn't it have been fun to own one of the cars to cheer for?

We have a local speed track and last night we took the kids. Classic figure 8 track and the last feature was camper pull figure 8. What a blast. Even though it is mid-July there was no humidity in the air, and we had an off -the- lake breeze and cloud coverage making it perfect for sweatshirts and a big towel wrapped around us. Hot dogs, pop and cheesy fries we were subdued at the beginning prayer from the local priest, wishing safe crashing that night. We cheered for each driver who won their time trials. Only one woman, and amazingly several drivers under the age of 16 doing better than the seasoned drivers. The crowd was a mix of regulars, first-times and old-timers. Infants to a group of bachelors at their bachelor party and even a wedding party showing up later in a limo wearing their wedding finest.

Only in small-town Ohio, America, I thought. How lucky I am.

As the cars drove in for the final feature we roared with the crowd. Cadillacs pulling full size campers, Pick-up trucks pulling trailers with outhouses attached. Monte Carlo's with pop-up campers and two family vans pulling trailers, one with a lawn chair and a big bear riding in the seat and one with a John Deere Tractor.

It was chaos and crashes, red flags to clear the debris and green flags at the encouragement of the crowd as the cars pulled what was left of their original load. Several cars driving on rims, tires rolling in all directions.

At the very end, two cars remained. A van and a pickup truck and then the skies opened and a deluge of rain fell on us. Everyone went running for their cars and men could be heard yelling for thier kids to get in the god-damned car, women telling the kids to stay out of the mud. It was a mass exodus to the exit. Men still pumped up from the racing it felt as though we were all about to be crashed and smashed into as we left.

What a blast. What an excellent dose of redneck.

I am feeling a little bit redneck and you?

Lucky

I'm lucky to have a husband who will come home from work, see that the basement is flooded with water, call me and warn me what I will be walking into and start to clean it up.

I'm lucky to have two daughters who were bribed into cleaning their messes by being able to use the video camera to make movies that I can watch over and over again as though I like them as much as a movie I could be watching at the theatre with the sexy man sucking up water in the basement.

I'm lucky that I have a job that is so busy and time consuming I can work on it in my spare time this weekend.

I'm lucky I have a son who calls my calm, water sucking husband to ask if he can be reimbursed for the burger he is about to buy with his own money.

I'm lucky the two appointments I made at my Dr.'s request to have my boobs squished and flattened and my uterus scanned will be in two weeks first thing in the morning.

I'm lucky it's Friday and I am at home, cleaning the house, with only the plans of an 85 year old's birthday party to look forward to.

Yep, today, I would say I am "Lucky" and you?