Fill er up!

So I have been getting quiet loud. What?! you haven't heard me?! Must be because I have not yet cruised by. Seems I'm out on the road. Bass thumping. Looking for some honeys... No not really. Well.. Except for the bass part. Anyway... Life has been filled with various activities and distractions. Flat tires, car issues, a stunned blackbird who flew into some glass, seeing Irie off to a week of homecoming events, Halloween parties (costume pics to come)  sick kiddos, helping friends put out fires,  and a host of other non routine events. Oh! And my anniversary gift of cashing in Greg's frequent flier miles to see the ducks vs Blackhawks has been scheduled. The next few months will be busy. Birthday and holidays.. But it's like that for everyone I guess!  In the midst of all of that I stopped a few times .. Come with me now for a quiet trip to the beach, then ride along with me while I go on about this and that then enjoy a few vignettes and me going on some more. And brother billy goat thought I was talkative before! Evil laugh mwahahaha! Just wait bro. By the way.. Look at them niners!

A trip to the beach
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8_L8JW5Y-o

A trip in the car
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=359t7Uei8N0


And a bunch of other stuff
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x6P_ihBFFFk

And so now I am off and running.. well not really.. Not quite yet.. the internet connection goes dead at 8:00. But shortly after Im off to take the roommate to have a wisdom tooth pulled. Oh Joy! Willow had new braces applied yesterday.. Ouch there too.  So it goes...

Back on the road again.



 

Setting some pace

I am back in the saddle, yo!  And well... here you go.

http://youtu.be/YNyCfrcjxOU

Down for the Count

Knocked down and dragged out of the game without much fight left. F*^king flares. I hate them. I have not had one quite so intense or as long lasting as this one for a long time. I had almost forgotten that I could feel so damn crappy. Today is the last day of fall vacation for the kid and so this is the last day I have to coddle myself but after a week and a half I think (hope) I am on the serious mend. The weather changed just after the party... That plus the falling down.. plus the alcohol which triggers gout.. plus the inevitable post party blues when life returns to normal and those that sit closest to your heart disappear back into walls of their own lives.. it was the most perfect brew of "lets kick her ass" that has been concocted in a great many years. And to think I used to feel this way every day for years. Im thankful however that it didn't effect my mind too much this go around.. clothes in the dishwasher, milk in the cupboard, tongue stuttering and unable to form words.. All when I know where things go and I know what I have to say and yet I don't function right. The frustration. Yes It could have been worse. But still it has not been pleasant.   What can you do? You have to keep going, have to keep moving, have stay ahead of the pain. Either that or throw in the towel and succumb. Shall I move 2 inches a minute and attempt to weed whack or simply crawl in bed and prove completely ineffectual?  Neither way is pleasant. Anyway.. I have no desire to linger on the topic of my infirmary. Only to note it, recognize it. It is a part of me that refuses to be denied recognition. It screams.. "You are frail and weak and I will make you pay!" Pay for what I don't know. All I do know is I hate this shit and it is time to take some medicine.

In other news.. there is not to much. My news is what I make of life and if I spend it curled up like an ineffectual lump.. well.. Ive not got much to say.

Well I do have a few stories, Melissa gave me a mixed cd. Mixed cds are among my most favorite gifts ever received. I have only had a chance to quickly peruse it but already I know this one ranks up there with some of my favorites. I need to get the list of tracks from her. Anyway..

In other news, I witnessed a really interesting animal interaction the other day.  Splash and I were walking around the property and there was a cat out near the chickens. I released Splash to chase the cat.. but he didn't get it. he looked at me for instruction and I said "Go" and slapped him on the hind end. He started chasing the chickens for a second instead before I reigned him in. This happened to be in the horse pasture. Now normally he and the horses let each other alone and the horses where across the property. However the birds commotion drew the horses over at a full gallop. They stopped, checked things out and then proceeded to nudge and herd Splash away from the chickens in a very protective manner. It was a sight.

Its time to start prepping Halloween costumes and planning out the holidays and willows birthday. I suppose that can wait until I saddle up tomorrow because today I plan to finish my physical mending so Im ready for the road and all it holds.

Day by Day

Recently I was asked what my ambitions are. It caught me off guard and... as I tend to do with all weighty subjects.. I went wide eyed and silent... drawing nothing but a blank. I  told him or attempted to, in choppy ill formed words, that my eyes are so frequently at the ground or at the work at hand that I don't usually look up at my destination. I have faith that I will get there eventually and  trust that the view will be spectacular but in the meantime Im taking the steps to get there rather than imagine what things will like. The truth is life twists and turns and I could not for the life of me tell you what the next bend looks like let alone the summit and so I plod along admiring the view and the experiences at hand. Whatever they are. The path leads up a mountain of that I am certain. Sometimes there are vertical walls to be scaled. Sometimes huge boulders are to be climbed around. Sometimes there are rivers to forge. But, for the most part, the path is clear and a comfortable grade.. often it is one I cut myself. Maybe my destination isn't the summit. Maybe it lies in a valley of immense beauty with an Alpine lake. I don't know what my ambitions are but I know Im working hard towards something. Every minute of every day. Of course not much of this came through in my mumbled response. But he caught my gist and mentioned something about me being a mother. In my befuddled mind state, I didn't entirely comprehend his response. I thought I got the gist however... he saw my lack of ambitions, my being so uber grounded in the present, as stemming from being busy with the kids. Fair enough, I had to agree.

I just hit a rather big mile marker. I don't usually stop for too long, along the road of life, but for this one I did and, as such, talking stalk is part and parcel of the process. Pulling out the charts and compasses, reading the stars, looking for signs, scouting the terrain and plotting my course. The question of my ambitions egging me on for a response. If I look back at what I would have liked to have done had I have known my strengths and my weaknesses, my interests, hell, if I had simply known myself when I was in college I would have aimed to have been a music journalist. But where I am now, I don't regret that I didn't take that path. And looking ahead its not something I care to pursue now. So the question hovers and its causing me anxiety and then I come across this article which reminds me about my present and brings my head back down to the ground.. this is what I do.. this is who I am .. http://themattwalshblog.com/2013/10/09/youre-a-stay-at-home-mom-what-do-you-do-all-day/  .. The path I walk is the one that is truest to my nature. As to where I am going.. Im not sure really. Yes I have things Id like to accomplish, a laundry list of things like.. Plank and pop up daily.. which maybe I do often.. not always daily.. but ambitions?? My ambitions really are to raise my tribe and EVERYTHING I do, Every step I take, is towards that single goal. So go ahead and call me  MOM.. Im ok with that alone being my title. Even though sometimes I may forget it.

Sunshine on My Shoulder..

makes me happy and there was nothing but sun this past weekend.  The party is over. The guests have all gone home. The rentals have been returned. And I finally have a minute to sit and reflect on the fun. First my horoscope for the weekend..

Libra horoscope for Oct, 03, 2013
All work and no play... well, you know how the rest of that goes - don't you, Libra? After all, you have been pretty busy lately. You are certainly someone who puts your obligations first. Your chores and duties are always addressed before your own more personal needs. But you need some time to yourself. You need to experience some kind of self-indulgence. It isn't that you are getting dull - but you may be starting to feel numb where your emotions are concerned. To appease your sense of duty, take today and tomorrow to complete immediate obligations. But let the weekend be yours!

I made sure to make the weekend mine. Friday night the guests began to arrive. Two of my oldest and dearest; Melissa and Terri, got in around 8 and we swiftly threw on ball gowns and glittery makeup (courtesy of Terri who is now demonstrating a very unexpected girly streak which proved extremely entertaining)

and proceeded to down a bottle of whiskey

 Well not the kids.. I won't let them drink whiskey! But they did get in on gowns (Willow anyway... the Boys hid afraid wed doll them up.. and rightly so!) and we danced ..

  Irie came in at midnight after her Highschool football game and dance. Im sure the sight of us was a tad unexpected but she was quick to jump in on the fun. But first .. SLURP!

Such a Lady!

 Greg got in from the East Coast a little bit later from his trip to Florida and beyond. Check his hotel..

When he got home he joined in on the whiskey but not the ball gowns.

As you can tell I was not so happy with his lack of participation! 

The next morning we got a slow start. The ladies took the girls to the thrift store (To look for more ball gowns of course) while I whipped up an incredible (If I do say so myself) brunch and waited for Nell and David to arrive. The weather could not have been more cooperative or hot. The sun was in full force without a cloud in the sky or wind to knock us over.

Later the caterer arrived and things got busy while we prepped the driveway and put out the tables.

We had a wide eclectic mix of guests from near and far. Other than my dearest peeps were old neighbors and new ones as well as some of Greg's employees.

We even had a Chinese guest join us on his first ever visit to the US. He did not have much command of English and so greeted everyone with an enthusiastic "Happy Birthday!" It turns out our event was the highlight of his entire trip.

There was mingling and nibbling and laughter all around until we sat to eat dinner and watch the sinking sun. Dinner was a Taco Bar. The first birthday I celebrated with Greg we went to Taco Bell (my choice at the time not his) And so while we were celebrating the here and now (Both 40 and now married 15 years. Damn) we were also celebrating all the small things that led us here. The celebration is not yet complete however as we are planning to cash in some of those frequent flyer miles and take in a Blackhawks game (Probably in December).

One of our young guests played guitar for us. The last song of his set was Pink Floyds "Wish You Were Here."  I paid him with a kiss on the cheek.

 After the bulk of the guests went home.. out came the ball gowns. Terri ended up in a tree. And then there was karaoke. The kids sung their hearts out




 After some pushing I decided to shock everyone and I took the mic. The crowds reaction was awesome. Boy did I shock em! "Hot Dog.. Hot Dog.. Watch me eat a hot dog." I even made Irie spit out her juice with that one.

 

And the party was over by 10:30.

Sunday our house guests made their departures and we slipped away for some water play with some other guests who where staying at a hotel on the beach.  Melissa ended up returning for forgotten items which extended her stay another night. I am not complaining.

It was a near perfect weekend and the only one who sustained any injury was me. (I fell down a few times.. but then I usually do.)

And that was the party! But that is not all that has been going on since my last post. Last summer Willow wrote a bunch of poems and submitted them to contests here and there. We received a notice that one had been selected for a publication. Woot! Way to go!

Also in the way of congratulations... Angele landed a full time job in a law office in Monterey. Monday was her first day. It is exciting and wonderful and I know that now she is in, she will go far.

The kids have the week off for Fall break. Recovery is mine! That and some serious garage cleaning. I need to attend to some mice. There is always work to be done!

P.S. I stumbled upon a great podcast for history buffs ..  Dan Carlin's Hardcore History. Give it a listen if you are inclined.

And with that I am off and running.