Affording Our Debt

Let the vehicle wreckage begin! Cold temps, faulty door handles, plastic pieces that just seem to fall off. Are all newer vehicles pieces of shit? And by new, I mean 2008 and 2003! The car wouldn’t start Friday after work. Silly me, I just thought it was the starter. Wouldn’t turn over, wouldn’t catch. Apparently there is no compression? I don’t know what that means but it sounds expensive. Did an explosion happen while I was driving to work that day?  This is a definite possibility. Usually, the music is cranked so loud that I can’t even hear my own voice let alone the engine.

Did I mention that hubby was laid off from work just before Christmas? This didn’t bother me when I heard the news. We knew it was going to happen at some point.We can afford our debt. I am actually very good with money. It would be nice to have him home more.

So I didn’t freak out then, but I am totally freaking out now! It would have been way better if the mechanic phoned this morning and said “Your vehicle is toast. You need a new one.” This period of not knowing is going to drive me nuts! Of all the financial revamping I did in my mind, buying a vehicle/ expensive repairs did not enter into the equation, at all.

 

12 More Days!!!

I really wanted to write an eloquent post about the upcoming events in my life, but I am having trouble concentrating right now. Seems like 30% of my brain is singing “La La La,” 30% of my brain is dancing, and 30% is doing this…

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In twelve more days we will be in Cancun!!!!!!!!!!!

Friends of ours are getting married. It will be our first holiday in Mexico. We are leaving the kid at home. La La La.

I am really looking forward to having some quality one on one time with hubby. Looking forward to a little romance (i.e. more than a nudge on the shoulder and a wiggle of an eyebrow when the kid is sleeping). It’s Tuesday, so here is a tune to celebrate…

 

Happy Birthday Flem!!

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Dear Fellow Bloggers,

Today is Flem’s birthday! I think we can all remember what it felt like to be a new blogger, nervous and anxious for acknowledgement? How about we try to make Flem’s birthday extra special by liking/commenting/following and showing her what a lovely, supportive community she has entered?

SHARE THE LOVE!!

Dear Flem,

Welcome and Happy Birthday! Instead of buying you some crap, I just took a picture instead! Hope it makes you smile!

xoxox

See you shortly!

And So I Weep

I keep thinking

 tragic events

should not overtake my soul

with such shock, pain and disbelief

any history book would support my claim

it is part of our heritage

passed down through the generations

the desire to obliterate

eradicate

innocent souls

to dominate

to gain control

to strike fear into the living

for complacency

perhaps to perpetuate the violent cycle

for the “justified” retaliation that will ensue

And so I weep

for fallen soldiers

legions of armies

for the families

for the people

devastated by  horrific events

I feel their screams of pain

their tears tear at my heart

burdened with their grief,

I weep

lest we forget

our “civil”izations were built upon rivers of blood

bodies thrown into pits

discarded

like litter

Lest we forget our history

of the darkness that follows our footsteps forward

plant poppies in Remembrance

seeds of love

understanding

acceptance

cooperation

unity

FORGIVENESS!

 

Lest we forget

where we have been

and what we yearn to become

Until then,

peace will be a fallacy

In solemn remembrance

for everyone who has been lost,

or has lost,

anyone or anything

at the hands of another

my heart bleeds for all of you

And so I weep…

Understated Road Trips

Does this ever happen to you? You go through life forgetting to do things that you enjoy? You become so busy with your responsibilities and day-to-day tasks that you forget to do things that connect yourself to a part of your personality, your character? And when you re-experience them, you say to yourself “I have forgotten how much I enjoy doing this, I should do this more often!”

When I was younger, my parents took us all across the country to visit our relatives. I was the youngest, and smallest; my designated spot was on the floor of the backseat while my brother and sister stretched their legs over me. I had slept so much during those trips that when it came to be my turn behind the wheel, I didn’t know which direction to go. When I became old enough, I rented vehicles so I could relive those experiences. For me, I enjoyed the drive just as much as I enjoyed the destination.

What is it about a vehicle that is so liberating? Is it because it is just you, a steering wheel and miles of pavement rolling beneath your feet?  This is where I play the music is so loud that the rear view mirror trembles and my heart simulates the beat of the bass.  This is where I practice my chair dancing techniques and play invisible musical instruments.  This is where I reconnect to my childish self, the momentum of the music urging me to sing at my worst and act the silliest.

The understated road trip – something I have neglected to do in the last few years, but definitely something I should be doing more of.

It’s Tuesday, so here is a tune for you. I have to give the radio credit for overplaying popular songs – by the time I returned home, I had learned this down pat. Elle King – “Ex’s and Oh’s”

Happy Halloween!

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the pumpkin we carved

I was hoping my daughter would sleep through her sugar crash last night long enough to post this…

Sometimes…

…sometimes I just want to write. I do not want to care about content or saying things that actually have any meaning. I do not want to care that it is Sunday morning here and not Saturday and it is no longer Halloween. If I had to adhere to time restraints, I may not ever post anything…

I think I have been suffering from TMI with all of the blogging tips that have been floating around here lately. I began to have daymares about speaking to all of my followers. Public speaking is one thing – there is usually an educational aspect to it and if I am passionate about a subject, I can pull it off. Here… a little different since I have to rely on my own imagination…

The one thing I have come to realize is that, in actuality, I am a very private person. And writing, for me, is an extremely intimate thing. I am connecting with that voice that is otherwise silenced by my need to do’s, should do’s and should have done’s.

The other aspect is time. There really is so much that I want to say but I am having trouble carving out those minutes I need to put them somewhere…

There you have it. A little ramble, just me overcoming some obstacles of time, content, and communication. Happy Sunday!!

 

 

 

Liebster Award

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This week I was nominated for the Liebster Award by two, very lovely ladies – Nicola and Susan. Thank you both for thinking of me! I enjoyed reading both of your responses and answering your questions.

The rules:

  1. Make a post thanking and linking the person who nominated you.
    Include the Liebster Award sticker in the post too.
  2. Nominate 5 -10 other bloggers who you feel are worthy of this award. Let them know they have been nominated by commenting on one of their posts. You can also nominate the person who nominated you.
  3. Ensure all of these bloggers have less than 200 followers.
  4. Answer the eleven questions asked to you by the person who nominated you, and make eleven questions of your own for your nominees or you may use the same questions.
  5. Lastly, COPY these rules in your post.

My nominations are below. Please take some time to peruse their sites – you won’t be disappointed!

Afternoon of Sundries

sonofabeach96

destinationenlightenment

Around Zuzu’s Barn

The Weekly Duck

Because there were two nominations, I combined the questions below..

1.If you could meet one famous person, who would it be?

Daphne Sheldrick – the founder for The David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust in Nairobi National Park. Seriously, grant me six months with this woman so I can absorb her knowledge and skills.

2.What is the simplest thing that makes you smile?

My daughter and her innocent replies.

3.What is your favorite season and why?

Autumn, no bugs.

4.What is your all time favorite food?

Chocolate.

5.What song gets you pumped?

Rather Be by Clean Bandit. It definitely puts me in my happy place.

6.What was the most inspiring book you have ever read?

Most recently, The Book of Negroes by Lawrence Hill. My life is pretty smooth compared to that rocky journey.

7.Any other interests other than writing/blogging?

Many, and they can change in an instant. Right now, I am also preoccupied with my camera.

8.Do you believe in love at first sight?

I believe in lust at first sight. I think love has to grow through trials and time. I also believe in soul mates.

9.Are you multi lingual or do you know parts of another language?

I did take some Spanish lessons. Unfortunately, I do not know any Spanish speaking people.

10.Who do you look up to or who inspires you?

Anybody who possesses a skill I wish to have, like my mother in law. She is so giving and unselfish all the time.

11. What do you enjoy most about blogging?

The interaction. I have been hooked since the first time I had a conversation with someone from across the globe. I didn’t realize what a supportive community I would be entering into. It puts a smile on my face every day and I can only hope that, some days, I can return that favor.

That’s it for now. Thanks for stopping in.

Kelly

 

 

 

 

The Blazing To Do Lists

I just have to get this off of my chest.

I have come across several, lovely posts recently about utilizing lists to achieve success. The advice has been great. The wisdom I gathered boils down to this: Keep It Simple Stupid. Make an achievable list with no more than three to five items and get to it!

I admire all of you out there with your lists, making boxes to check off, getting your shit done. I used to be one of you, flinging my arm with a dramatic flare when a list was complete. Let me tell you something – two months ago, I burnt those lists and I have never felt better. And I don’t think I will ever go back to making lists again.

Oh no! Blasphemy! How could I dare to do such a thing?

Easy. I hated those fuckin lists. They were not simple and were not achievable. What began as a daily task maker, turned into a Monday to Sunday chore grinder. By Saturday afternoon, I had whiney kid syndrome. I would stomp my feet and cry around. My time was up and I couldn’t conjure up the gumption to finish things. I would transfer the items to the list for the following week. I began to cheat. I wrote down simple things like “do laundry, wash floors, do dishes” just so I could feel good about crossing something off. You know what ended up happening? I neglected my floors and began to despise my dishes. As if! I have a dishwasher!

So like sonofabeach96 posted here, I had to rewrite my pages. I didn’t like who I was becoming. I was impatient, crabby and near tears most of the time. So I tore up those lists and sent those pages ablaze. I began to breathe again. I took notice of my beautiful surroundings. I started to do things for me, things that were good for my soul. And I feel fabulous.

So if you ask me if I have accomplished a lot this summer, my answer will be “Hell no”. I really haven’t. I have been walking around in a postcoital bliss with myself, nurturing parts that I feel were neglected for too long. Does this make me a success? Depends if you are looking at my “not done list” or if you’re looking at me through my daughters eyes. I bet she likes this version of me better.