I Won’t Be a Survivor

First off, it’s Tuesday, and on Tuesday my friend Karaboo calls me.  She drives from one work location to another and if she times it right, I’m at lunch.  Plus, I work from home, of all of us, I’m the only one that doesn’t have someone looking over my shoulder frequently!

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I look forward to our Tuesday chats, but today, today shows why we are friends.

She called and I told her that I was catching up on blog reading, and that there are some things that I just shouldn’t read.  This is a blog that I just recently started following, so I wasn’t that familiar with it, but I was reading and they had mentioned Doomsday Preppers and a year’s worth of food on hand.

That was all I had to say and Karaboo goes “I think I follow that blog, too!”

Great minds people great minds!

great minds think alike

I was kinda freaking out because now I think I need a years supply of food – and as we discussed previously, my dad really does think that hoarding food is a good thing right now because our President is sending our country into a downward spiral.  So, between my dad, and now this blog… I was seriously wondering where to put this extra food!

Karaboo and I were talking, and I figured if the Zombie Apocalypse happened, well, Mr. T and I would head over to mom and dad’s (because of the aforementioned fact that dad is hoarding food).  So, maybe I don’t need my own stockpile.  Maybe.

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Who am I kidding? I want this stockpile!

Then Karaboo mentioned that her kids have brought this subject up and asked what they would do and Karaboo told them honestly that she wasn’t worried because odds are, they won’t survive.

Here is another reason why we are good friends:  I was silent, I didn’t quite have a response for that, but Karaboo knew that inside my head I was going

WHAT?!?!  What do you mean?!? And why would you say that out loud?  What?!?

She let me know that if she’s learned anything from The Walking Dead, it’s that out of the billions on Earth, only about 3 dozen survived.  Odds are, we won’t be part of that 3 dozen.

Okay, when you put it that way… She’s right.  I won’t be a survivor.

I’ve officially decided that I don’t need that food stockpile.

But I won’t turn this down if you want to get me a gift!

Zombie 3 day survival kit

My Emails Sound Exhausted

I’m not kidding – Karaboo emailed me today that I “sound just so exhausted”.

I scrolled back through and looked at previous emails – they seemed peppy, I mean, I used exclamation points frequently, and exclamation points aren’t exhausted – they are the epitome of excitement!

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See how excited he is? How peppy?

So, I had to know how was I typing that I sounded so exhausted?  I mean really, that’s kinda cool.

To which Karaboo replied that “Maybe I’m exhausted reading everything you’re doing.”  Later in the email she exclaimed “Tedious!”  and went on to tell me that little words like that are what make my emails sound like I’m tired.

So, here I was thinking I would get points for using my grown-up words, and instead, it makes me sound exhausted.

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From now on I shall use small words and make them rhyme; then I will sound peppy all of the time!

I’m going back to using my normal speech pattern of dude, awesome and greatness.

So yeah, that happened, I was told my emails made me sound exhausted.

By the way – she was right, I’m pretty exhausted.

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Have You Ever Wanted to Run Away?

That’s exactly what I did this weekend.  I ran away.  From it all.  Just took off.

Saturday I had to take Mr. T to school so he could get to a UIL Theatre clinic.  He didn’t have to be there until noon, so we had a slow morning and as I sat there enjoying my cup of coffee, I got to thinking.  My plans were to take T to lunch, drop him off at school and then go to my friend Karaboo’s house.  We have been working on our Halloween costumes, and her 2nd bathroom, getting the remodeling finished. That was on the schedule.  It was all planned.

So, I sent her a text… “Want to run away? Head up to the casino?”

Ready to run away with me yet?

Ready to run away with me yet?

It was going to be a beautiful day – cold, but beautiful.  I didn’t want to be inside.  I didn’t want to do what I was supposed to be doing.  I wanted to run away.

After a few texts back and forth, I was told to go ahead and sound the alarm.  So, I put out text to the group.  I got back the following responses: previous plans, t-ball with the kid, getting ready for the cruise, and the best – still drunk from the night before.  Man, I love my girls.  We are so very different from one another, but yet, it just works.  But, as awesome as they are, that’s not the point!

I took T to lunch, just a little one on one time for the two of us.  We were sitting there and waiting and playing and talking – and we hacked the Wi-Fi at the restaurant.  Yup, that’s just how we roll. Make me wait too long and I get into trouble – obviously the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, because Mr. T is actually the one that guessed the correct password!

Lunch was wonderful; it was some good quality time together.  I ran him over to the school, said our goodbyes and headed for Karaboo’s.  I got there and she was putting on the second coat of paint.  Her primary goal was around the electrical boxes, so that on Sunday her husband could hook up the light switches.  She actually got a lot accomplished!  Then I walked in.  I was ready to help her.  I was taking off my jacket… and nope.  We were running away!

Away we ran!  Well, we got in the car, stopped by the bank and then the gas station, she filled up the car and I grabbed us some Coke’s.  Then, away we ran!  We hit the freeway, and just kept driving.  And driving, and driving.  And then that’s when we realized we’d missed our exit.  Technically, she missed it, because I didn’t know what exit we were looking for!  I’m totally putting that on her!  Not really, we were talking, and engaged in great conversation and the road slipped away from us! So, we turned the car around, and then, yet again, away we ran! Free like the wind!

Road Work Ahead, the most common and most dreaded sign in our fair cities!

Road Work Ahead, the most common and most dreaded sign in our fair cities!

Until we ran into road work and then we had to slow down.  Then we had to stop, merge into one lane, travel a bit, and then – Away we ran!  It was smooth sailing the rest of the way up to the casino.  We arrived a bit later than anticipated, but we arrived.  I got me a player’s card and off we went! It was fun! I hadn’t been to this casino yet, so I got to explore!  I like walking around, taking it all in, and stopping to play the slots.  I spent my teenage years in Reno, NV, where gambling is legal, and there are slot machines in the grocery stores and your neighborhood 7-11, so gambling doesn’t hold a big thrill for me, I just like to go and enjoy, to participate in life.  Now, don’t get me wrong – I love it when I win! But, even if I don’t, I never consider it wasted time.

We talked, and played, and walked around.  I like to stare at all the different machines, look at the pretty pictures and bright lights!  Occasionally either she or I would stop and we’d hit a machine.  It was perfect.  It was relaxing.  I didn’t have to do anything or be anything to anyone.  Ahhhh… feel that?  That was the tension leaving my body.

After a couple of hours, we were done, and back in the car headed home.  Yes, I ran away – but my responsibilities were covered.  More importantly, I came back.  I needed the break, and I found it very healthy.  As a result, I’m a better person today.

And, for those keeping score – I did something spontaneous!  This is so outside my character, that I get major points for this road trip!  Even Erica commented on my FB post how proud she was of me!  This is a big deal in my life!  I had the time, and I was spontaneous with it!

Yay! Go me!

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What Does “Being Brave” Mean?

My good friend Karaboo and I tend to email almost every day and share parts of our life or quotes, pictures, etc. that we’ve found interesting/funny/inspirational.  Last week she sent me a copy of Are you being brave? by Simple Mom.  This is not a blog that I follow, but I’m always up to read something new.

The blogger posed the query “Stop and think about the bravest moment in your life.” Now, most of you know what I do when told to stop and think about something, I usually don’t.  I gave it a slight pause and nothing immediately popped up, so I continued reading.  She goes on to detail her brave moment that happened while she was working on her pilot’s license.  Both of my parents have gotten their pilot’s licenses, so I know how hair-raising and gut-wrenching that can be, and I have to admit, my dad is red/green color blind.  The colors on planes (to indicate if they are coming at you or away from you) are red and green.  So, I see how that could be a momentous occasion in a person’s life.  The blogger is very adamant that you don’t compare your moment to anyone else’s; all of our life experiences are different. I appreciate her pointing that out, as we all know that my goal for this year is to stop comparing myself to others!  🙂

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I read the blog to the end.  I stopped and thought about my bravest moment.  I’ve jumped out of a plane.  I’ve ridden the Titan at Six Flags -twice (255 feet tall, speed exceeding 85 mph, those are stats that I’m really glad I didn’t know beforehand!), I’ve swam in an ocean, given birth and I’ve taken multiple road trips with my family. These are all big, brave things in my world.

It was time to answer Karaboo’s email… “I love this!  And while I respect her journey, and the big brave thing she did – there are days that sometimes just making it through the day makes me feel brave!”

Sometimes it is hard to pull the trigger and hit send on an email when you don’t know what reaction the other side is expecting from you!

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Oh thank goodness! Karaboo agreed with me!  I should have known her thoughts were going in the same direction as mine.  Karaboo sent back that she was thinking that it was brave to be a single mom, or a step-mom.  Working from home or accepting a job that you have no experience at.  “What about the 100’s of little things we all do each and every day that others don’t see as brave, but was brave for us.”

So, to answer Simple Mom’s query, and as I told Karaboo, I love the big adventures, and they make great stories and very, very memorable moments, but for me, sometimes just making it through the day makes me feel brave.  Walking into a room where I don’t know anyone makes me feel brave.  Attempting to make cookies after dinner really makes me feel brave.  Hearing my son tell me he loves me makes me feel brave.  Writing this blog makes me feel brave.  It means that I stood up and faced the day, faced my fears and just kept putting one foot in front of the other.

I’d ask you all to stop and think about your bravest moment… but, we know I hate that – however, I will tell you feel free to share your bravery below!

Here's wishing you all be brave!

Here’s wishing you all be brave!

Jean shorts and tie-dye

Well, my son, Mr. T, did go to school today.  Thank goodness.  I love him, sure, but I don’t like him home with me all day.  I work from home, by the way.  The smallest bedroom has been converted to my office.  Well, my office space, craft space, gift wrap closet and back up guest room (though I pity the guest that actually has to sleep on the futon in here.)  I’m very blessed that I have the room for a home office and that I have a job that allows me to use it! Yes, I am a motivated self-starter and able to work independently.  It says so on my resume!

I get up and shower and get dressed – and my daily wardrobe consists of jean shorts and a tie-dye t-shirt.  Yes, I even attend meetings dressed like that.  I host the Halloween party every year – my mom came dressed as ME this year. No joke.  Some days I wear black pajama pants, though, so I do mix it up occasionally. I start my coffee and walk down the hall and I’m at work.  After working a bit, I get Mr. T up.  Yes, he’s 14, but for the life of me, he can’t figure out how to turn on an alarm clock during the week.  Some battles aren’t worth fighting. Of course, he’s got it down to a science to have the alarm go off at 6:30 every Saturday that he isn’t home.  If he’s spending the night with a friend or with his grandparents, I have learned that I will be woken up by his alarm going off at the other end of the house.  Maybe it is a battle worth fighting after all!  

After a few hours of work, depending on the day, I take a break and dust, or vacuum, or if it is Tuesday, I do laundry.  It’s Tuesday, I’m doing laundry instead of working.   

And, I’m not sure how she did it, except that she’s really smart, but Karaboo found me… So, check out her blog: Who or What Was That http://whoorwhatwasthat.wordpress.com  Of course, you’re the only one reading me right now, so it’s the thought that counts! 

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