Guess who’s back…

Hello ya’ll!

As some of you may have noticed, I’ve been absent for about six weeks around these parts.  (What!  You didn’t notice!?!?!  In the word so Stephanie Tanner…How Rude!)

Well my absence wasn’t particularly planned, and I don’t really have a sellable excuse for it expect, I wasn’t feeling it.

I started this blog a few years ago, because, inside of me, lies this incessant need to write and express myself.  I needed an outlet for that and my personal journal was no longer cutting it.  I’m about to reveal something personal about myself that I don’t tell many people, but I have this dream to one day be a writer.  Because my degree has nothing to do with writing or English, I’ve always felt like a phony saying I wanted to write and be expressive.  So, I started this blog as a way to release those inner feelings.  I’ve purposely never given my blog a particular direction.  I didn’t want to pigeon-hole myself.  If I wanted to tell a funny story about my kids, then a self-deprecating tale about myself, followed by the raw emotions of my mom beating cancer, I didn’t want to feel like I couldn’t.  And because of that, my blog because a miss-mash of ramblings from my life.

Then about six weeks ago, the ramblings stopped.  Like I said, I can’t pin point one particular thing that was blocking me.  If I could have, I probably could have broken through sooner.  There were the usually end-of-the-year blahs, holiday build up and let down blahs, cold winter day blahs, work stress blahs, identity theft blahs, adults acting like juveniles blahs, family health stress blahs, realizing I’ve entered the sandwich generation blahs, etc.  Over this time, I’ve had a number of ideas or issues pop up that tempted me to run for the keyboard, but, before I could motivate myself to open the Mac, the feeling dissipated and the blahs won out.

Maybe if I had a definite direction for my blog, I might have blown the dust off sooner.  Who knows.

I know that one thing that kept me away was ‘the pressure.’  The pressure of phrasing what I was thinking in a witty or thoughtful enough way.  The pressure of writing a post that others would enjoy.  The pressure of racking up likes and views.  The pressure of not saying something the wrong way and offending others.  Slowly, bit-by-bit, I let this imagined pressure limit me from saying anything at all….and I stopped writing completely.

Well no more.

From now on, for the new year, I’m going back to my roots.  I’m just going to write.  Whatever I feel, whenever the mood catches me.

We all have different opinions, beliefs, feelings, and ideas.  I can love you, care for you, respect you, accept you, tolerate you and value your opinion, but still not agree with you.  And that’s all ok.

Some might like it, some might not, and that’s ok as well.  I’m no longer concerned with how many likes I get or how many views I generate.  I just need to write again.  For my own personal sanity, I need to let all these emotions, feelings, and words out.

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Mrs. Fix It

Yesterday our circle held its 4th annual neighborhood block party.

The highlight of the block party is always water balloon volleyball.  For those not knowledgable in this epic sport, here’s the low down.  First, you fill as many water balloons as possible and set up a volleyball net.

Next, you divide into teams and give each team a bed sheet.

Then, you set a water balloon in the center of your bed sheet.

Finally, you launch the water balloon over the net, hoping the other team misses it and gets drenched.  Repeat until you run out of balloons or fall over laughing, whichever comes first!

Yesterday, I started out early getting the volleyball net set up.  Unfortunately, over the course of the summer, we lost the ropes and stakes to the net, used to anchor the poles.  I got out our picnic table awning, because I knew it had ropes and stakes we could borrow.

Ropes – check

Stake –  Umm, where the @#%#% are the stakes?

This is no good.  We have to have a net.  We HAVE to play water balloon volleyball!

Off to the garage to search like crazy for something we can use as rope stakes.  Now my husband and I are not builders, yet we have a garage full of really pretty tools.  I thought briefly about using some screwdrivers, but I just kept seeing mental images of them coming loose and becoming flying daggers.  That would certainly kill the party atmosphere.  Then…the holy grail…. a full set of Allen Wrenches.

Allen Wrenches are those hexagon shaped thingies (Its a word!) you need to screw in those weird hexagon shaped screws they give you in “put together yourself” furniture.  The stuff you buy before you can afford real adult furniture.  We have a lot of it.

Allen Wrenches may help you put together your entertainment center, but, I now know, they also make excellent volleyball net stakes!

Problem solved!  Net up!  Party saved!

On my last minute walk through to grab the final party supplies, I find these buggers just hanging out on the porch railing…

 

 

 

 

If they made it, I would buy it!

As I’m doing a quick pick up and turning off the lights in the Rec Room, my eyes scan across the couch and spot a pile of puke. 

Awesomesauce!  This is exactly how I want to start a Monday.  I hope it’s not an omen for the week to come. 

I grab and cleaner, a towel and begin the removal process. 

My husband walks in the room and asks,

“What happened?”

“Someone puked on the couch, so I’m cleaning it up.”

“Well it wasn’t me!”

“I hope not, because I used pet cleaner instead of husband cleaner.”

I have yet to find this in any box store or mom ‘n pop shop, but if you see any, let me know!