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Rested and Ready

I’m home.  18 days really flew by.  I know.  That sounds totally selfish.  A few days into my vacation, I came down with bronchitis.  I feel like it’s still lingering and I don’t like it.  I’m hoping it will disappear on its own.  I won’t wait too long to find out though.

My mom and dad headed out of the house with my kid on July 7.  They camped out and saw the shuttle launch on July 8.  I watched it on TV right before I headed to the airport.  And what a drive that was.  The drive is only about 1 1/2 hours from my mom’s.  But 30 minutes into the drive I ran into rain.  Not rain like we have here, but monsoon Florida rain.  The sky was incredible but I didn’t take any photos with my phone since I was driving and in these conditions, no way. 

Just as I paid my toll and was about to go across the Sunshine Skyway Bridge, it started raining harder.  I drove over the bridge in a total white out only viewing the hazard lights of the car in front of me.  I’ve driven over this bridge many times before and it’s always been a scenic pleasure.  Not this time.  I had a strong grip on the steering wheel and I could feel my chest tighten.  I sat up a little taller, loosened my grip and tapped into my yogic breathing.  Life saver.  No one had to peel my hands off the wheel in the rental return lot at the airport.

It was still raining as I pulled the rental into the car return.  And I had a large suitcase, my purse, a laptop and a carry on.  Nice.  If I would’ve had an umbrella I wouldn’t have been able to hold onto it anyways.  I waded through ankle keep puddles with all of my luggage and stood in line to return the car.  After that I headed to the check-in line.  I had to pee but couldn’t because I had all of this stuff.

After I ditched my luggage I breezed through security and headed to the bathroom where I took off my sandals and dried them with the hand dryer.  One lady walked in and said she couldn’t believe I’d take my shoes off in a public restroom.  I told her I pretty much lived my life barefoot as I was a yoga teacher.  Several other people decided to dry their shoes as well.  I’m glad a few people thought I had a good idea.

My plane took off in the storm and I arrived to sunny Springfield right on time.  My kid is staying with my folks in the camper as they are traveling up north.  My daughter loves Billy Bob Thornton.  I know what you’re thinking.  I let my kid watch Bad Santa.  Not only that, we also watched Euro Trip as well.  How many kids can say they watched that with their grandma?  It’s all good, she’s smart kid and has a sarcastic sense of humor.  My kid called me today.  They are camped out in some small town in Georgia and get this.  A film is being shot at the place that they’re camping at.  Guess who’s there working on the movie?  Billy Bob Thornton.  My kid enjoying the trip of a lifetime with my parents until the end of this month.  How lucky is she?

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Post Halloween Gore

Halloween was pretty uneventful.  We walked into the beautiful night and loaded up on candy with a good friend and neighbor.  We’re trying hard to stay connected to my daughter’s previous elementary school.  We’re still in the district, but over at the WOLF school, so everyone is making an extra effort to include her in school functions and play together.  It’s really neat.

This is her second year of dressing up in the scary phase.  When she was washing off all that make up at midnight last night, she made the decision of no more scary!  Please ignore any Halloween wreck behind her.  We did the decorating on Thursday evening!  Didn’t have time this year, first year ever to really NOT get cool with it.  We basically threw it on top of the entertainment center, what a mess.  I feel like this would make a great page for one of those “I Spy” books, ya think?  Also, doesn’t everyone keep a small cooler a box full of chalk and a whiffle bat in this location?  I no longer live in a “magazine shoot ready” home and sometimes I do grieve over it, but it’s OK! 








 Lauren and her good buddy Madie, who was dressed as a diva!  No red eye correction here! 







Across the globe, my niece, who just visited and who will turn 4 next week, strutted the Halloween path in a handmade costume.  She was wearing a Williams Design, by my sister, the fashionista, the interior designer, seamstress and creative soul.  She was Little Miss Sunshine.  No, not the movie.  But yes, the 70’s cartoon character.  It’s the Mister Men Show people, where have you been?  I didn’t know either, but she’s adorable, in or out of costume!  Just out picking flowers on Halloween she was…….and downing M & M’s!

After trick or treating, we did enjoy some cocktails (the mom’s in case there’s any question).  Conversation quickly turned to politics.  Way to ruine my birthday.  There was ranting and raving and some fist pounding on the table.  It’s not that I don’t like talking about political stuff, I’m just tired of it.  As I’ve said before, it’s exhausting to me.  I don’t keep up with it like some.  I’m not quick and smart about it, and I don’t have views I feel the need to share.  What kept me in check was this.  Just knowing the other people in the room were just like me.  I’m not separate from them.  I did a LOT of listening.  I don’t like the arguments that come into play when the “you’re not like me” starts to happen.  It’s too bad.  I drank more wine, I nodded my head and smiled.  Freedom of speech.  Glad we have it……sometimes……!  Just kidding.  Good-bye intense evening, hello mellow Saturday!