Keep On Truckin'

I'm on the road AGAIN.
Music blaring, windows rolled down to take it all in. From the Sonic lady, I mean.
Yep, there's nothing like the open road, a diet cherry limeade, and love songs. Lots of sing-at-the-top-of-your-lungs love songs as majestic oak trees and fields of peanut plants whiz by in a blur, all while keeping my one good eye open for blue light specials.

I love a good road trip anytime of year. I was explaining this to my middle child, the wise and witty Brooke.

" I wish I could do something for a job that allowed me to drive the highways and byways, to cross the great plains of the central states, feel the ocean air of the west coast, and take in the cool crisp breeze of Colorado's rocky mountains. Free---dom!"

Uh, mom, that's called 'bein a trucker."

Eureka!! I didn't even think of that!
Hey there good buddy, this is Cutty-Thorny comin' at ya through a maze of  shopping malls...

(If you don't know what/where/why Cutty Thorny exists, it's deep, it's profound, and hard to explain. Read the old post, I'm Going To Be Famous.)

Until next time good buddy, I'm signing off. I'm heading out to my rig, also known as a Kia spectra, and zipping my way over to IHOP to meet up with my girls.

'Cause that's what we ramblers do...if I see you out there, be sure to give me the signal and I'll blow my horn for ya...

Ahhhh, DESTINY...

Photographer for HIre...

While visiting my parents, I decided to look through some of their old photos-I was hoping to fondly reminisce about all the great times we've had together throughout the years.


Instead, this is what I found:

Remember that great beach trip back in the Spring of 2010?? And how pretty, young and thin you looked?

Remember when what's her face and what's his name were at that place??...it was so awesome!

Oh I remember this...somebody SPECIAL doing the ol' pajama dance. Good times...

And fat neck lady. Remember her? Yeah, she looked really really bad this Christmas. Do you think we should tell her?

Hey, wait a minute..I recognize that necklace....

Finally! A picture that actually captures the essence, the joi la vivre. ( I made that up...what's that french phrase people are always throwing around? )

Our life...We kiss frequently in front of the azalea bushes, after a dramatic tango across the yard...

What do you mean you think this is 'staged'?!

Here's a quarter, call someone who cares

It's late. I'm up blogging and munching on a sleeve of salt-free saltines (what's wrong with this picture?)while Mr. Wonderful sleeps, dreaming with childlike anticipation about his upcoming day tomorrow.I know this by the look on his face. I don't believe normal people smile while they sleep. I for one sleep with my  mouth slightly open and the occasional snort which startles me to wakefulness. Mr. Wonderful says it's like sleeping with a freight train but he's been known to exaggerate.

He's an MRB engineer.  He goes like clockwork each and everyday to his job and does the absolute best that he can. He likes his job and the people he works with. He's careful and steady, totally dependable. Uber responsible. Did I just say 'UBER?' Oh, yes I did.
 I admire this steadfast quality because so far at this stage in the game of my life I DO NOT POSSESS IT. I get bored way too easily. I love cooking, writing, decorating, and chatting. I like funny accents, and silly stories, candy and clowns. Oh,  and going to garage sales. "Give me garage sales or give me death!"
  I've been a teller, a pharmacy tech, a daycare worker, a rental furniture salesperson,  tupperware manager, real estate agent, waitress, and tearoom owner. Not to mention I've worked at a christian gift shop,  retail clothing store, antique booth, and been hired as an interior decorator.   I am so glad that opposites attract. One of us has to keep a steady job!

He cares. And believes.
I don't care as much, and I'm not sure I completely believe.
You know, about salt intake, and other dire, earth-changing dramas you read about. Like saving the landfills from dirty diapers. Look what they told us about eggs.Come to find out eating a gazillion eggs isn't going to hurt you.
I knew it.
Don't even talk to me about butter...
I do believe in soap and washing your hands alot. I say donuts are good for you, in that good for the soul way.
He doesn't.


It's the important things that matter.
We both believe in love and God and trying our best to make it work.

Maybe I'll go into our room and kiss him softly on  the cheek and whisper 'thankyou' for being such a good husband...Or, I could trick him and yell "didn't you hear the alarm clock?! You better get up!"

Oh, the bliss of it all...
Don't worry I'm not that mean. But it would be kind of hilarious...

I Tried To Be Cool...

I tried. And then I tried again. And again.
Suddenly, I felt the urge to throw it against the wall.
And so I...

resisted. But barely. It was mostly the $200 price tag that stopped me, but it's little droidy voice did pipe up at just the right minute to say "droid", which means of course I'd received a very important something. Either an update, an email, a text message, or a missed call. It wasn't a good time to smash it to smithereens.
I'm not sure if our love relationship can last.
You see, I tried to blog from my DroiD.
 I wanted so badly FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE TO BE IN WITH THE COOL CROWD. I could picture it-the post, the tagline stating, 'sent from the robot attached to my body'.i just spent an hour wrestling  this badboy to the ground...the droid has a mind of its own. but look who won this battle of alien vs woman.by golly i have posted hear me roar