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Reality Check!


What do you spend most of your free time doing?

What ‘thing’ in your life gets the most attention?

Who does your heart truly belong to?

Where does your mind go when it wanders?

What hobbies consume your time?

What are the desires of your heart?

Who do you serve?

Look back over these questions again. Be completely honest with yourself.

We live in a society that is busier than ever.  Life is non-stop.  I often have trouble sleeping at night simply because that to-do list that is ahead for the next day overwhelms me.  How will I get it all done?  It is very easy to become consumed by the busy-ness of life and it’s demands.  But once we have managed to take care of all the ‘gotta get it dones’…..things such as work, keeping your home in order (yes, you DO actually NEED clean clothes), helping the kids with their homework….. What takes over?

For many, hobbies consume our time.  Hunting, fishing, shopping, sports, crafting…. the list can go on and on.

For others, it’s activities our kids are involved in.  Or if you are a kid, activities YOU are involved in.   Dance.  Music lessons.  Cheer.  Football.  Basketball.  Band. Softball.  Raising animals for Ag.  Baseball.  Twirling.  Track.  The list goes on and on and on.

We pour ourselves into these things passionately.  And they aren’t bad things.  We want to be the best…..we want our kids to be the best, so we pour our time and energy into getting them to every practice, getting them equipped with training camps and equipment, practicing at home between games/events.  Whatever it takes to help get a win.  Success, victory will be ours!  Um, I mean, theirs!

But the Bible tells us very clearly, we cannot serve two masters.  We cannot devote ourselves to two masters.  And although there are many, many good quality things available to fill our time, I can’t help but wonder, do these extras…..become our master?

The answer lies in our priorities.  Is your first priority to God?  Or is He placed on the back burner during ball season?  Is your utmost concern on your spiritual condition or the spiritual condition of your children?  Or are you more concerned over winning the next game?  Making the next practice?  Do you simply know and believe God or do you experience a real relationship with Him?  When faced with the reality of choosing church over these things, what do you choose?  How often do you skip out on church because you are tired and exhausted from pouring yourself into these extras??

So often we wonder why things don’t go right in our lives.  We question where God is when trials come our way.  Where are all those blessings He promises when our lives are unraveling?  Yet, we often have not given Him full reign in our daily lives.  We want His blessings.  We pray for Him to pour them into our lives.  We cry out to Him when our lives fall apart for help.  Yet, we neglect our relationship with Him.  In fact, so many times, we practically have no relationship with Him at all.  We try to get up and go to church, but we neglect to walk with Him through prayer, reading our Bible, and simply spending time with Him during our week.  We claim to be His, yet we neglect to be obedient to Him in even the smallest things.  We want Him there when we need Him.  To swoop in and rescue us.  But we aren’t willing to devote ourselves to Him.

Sometimes we need a good reality check.  Take inventory of what’s important in life.  God doesn’t want halfway Christians.  He wants you devoted to Him.  Following Him first.  Before ALL other things. He wants you to experience Him daily.  Not just to know Him, but to love Him.  Live for Him.  The greatest happiness you will ever find is in learning to balance what’s important in life and devoting yourself to Him first.

 

No one can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Money.  — Matthew 6:24

 

 

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Posted by on February 13, 2012 in Daily Devotions

 

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All I Want for Christmas….


 

The Christmas Season is here.  That brings on the perpetual wish lists.  Since I have five kids, this could bring on a tad bit of stress.  All these lists.  So many wishes, so little money.  I have tried to teach my kids to prioritize and realize I actually do NOT have a money tree in the backyard.  Be conservative.

Apparently, they’ve been listening pretty well. Yea, right.

For example, the baby boy……he has trouble thinking of something he wants.  A new football.  A new football jersey or three.  A remote control car.  A snare drum.  That will do it.  Of course, as time goes on, he thinks of other random things he wants, too.  But he doesn’t add them to the official list.  It’s on the Santa list.  Cause that won’t cost mom money.  Humph.

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Then there is the next kiddo in line…. He realizes he needs to be conservative, but he has a massive list.  You know just in case Santa is actually real.  In that case, mom’s lack of a money tree shouldn’t matter and the sky is the limit.  Smart kid right there.  I’m just not sure exactly how to go about bursting that bubble of optimism. His list includes…. a REAL piano, interactive Toy Story toys (that range from $45-60 EACH).  He only wants the Lotso Bear, Rex, Bullseye (one of the most rare), and Hamm.  Then there is a list of CDs, Comic Books, and even a few movies thrown in.  As I had my head hanging between my knees trying to come out of my state of hyperventilating, he says, “Mom, I don’t want to be any trouble.  So, take the piano off my list.  I can practice at Grandma’s.  I can do without it.”  The piano was his number one request.   Most desired.  Hmmm…..either he’s brilliant and securing the score by making me think he is willing to sacrifice, or he really IS learning.  Either way.  The piano is his.  Geeeezzzz……

Next comes the real piece of work…..Cam.  He is the classic middle child.  He keeps our life interesting.  When I don’t need to pull my hair out from his antics, I am completely entertained.  But his Christmas list simply sends me into a state of panic.  I only need to win the lotto to even come close.

“I’ve been listening, Mom.  I don’t actually expect you to get me all of these things.  I just want you to have plenty of ideas and if you happen to hit really good sales, you will have plenty to choose from.  And then Santa can pick up some of what’s left.  It’s the dream list, mom.  The ultimate.  I know I’m not gonna get it all.  You always tell me you get more when you expect more.  High expectations yield high results.”

Ouch.  Gotta love it when your own words come back to bite you in the you know what.

So, his list…..it’s color coded.  Each color represents the amount of gotta have it.  For example, items in red = can’t live without; items in green = really, really want;  items in black = take it or leave it, but I really want to take it. His list is three hand-written pages.  Seriously.  For real.

Thanks, Cam.  Now, when I get only a fraction of your list, I can feel like a big fat Santa failure.  But hey, you don’t actually expect to get it all, right?????

By the time I finished recovering from the presenting of these lists, I decided the two oldest boys were grown.  They are 19 and 20.  Out of the house.  In college.  Santa was over for them.  They better choose and choose wisely.  I wanted a list, but a small one.  Of course, that went over like a lead balloon. I believe the requests were a new car, pay for my housing for spring semester, and cash, cash, and more cash.  Oh and lots of little presents.

I literally looked at them and wondered who had taken over their bodies.  Where were the children I raised??

But that’s when it happened.  I’m not sure if it was a ploy to remind me of the fact that I would want goodies for Christmas, or a sincere request, but they asked me what I wanted for Christmas.  They even asked for a list.  Woohoo!!!!!!!  Paybacks can be sweet!!!!

I couldn’t help myself.  I needed a good laugh.  So, I made the little turkeys a list.  Bahahahahaaaa…… And it looks something like this…

All I want for Christmas is………..

♥  A new Kitchen-Aid mixer.  If you really shop the sales, you can find one for a little over $200.

♥ An iPad.  Any kind acceptable.

♥ The new iPhone 4S.  They are sooooo cool!

♥ Because I don’t want to overload you TOO much, that’s all.  Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.  I can’t wait!!! 

The look on their little faces was priceless.  They quickly informed me, ,”We don’t have that kind of money.   There is NO way, we can afford any of those things….. even if we pool together.  You know this!”

I quickly explained I knew EXACTLY how they felt.

And there it was.  Lesson learned.  They began dropping things off their lists like crazy.  They narrowed their lists down to what they really want.  They are even shopping thrift stores for gifts for each other and making some homemade gifts.  They are paying attention to prices.

Score one for Mom!

Now, I just need to take up donations.  After all, Santa COULD bring me all of the things on MY list!  😉

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Posted by on November 30, 2011 in It's my life.....

 

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Hell-mart & Tornado Tuesday


Earlier today I started to write a post about Tuesday.  My first thought was that it was going to be Torture Tuesday…..Since yesterday was Christmas Tree Monday, we basically managed to drag everything out, spread it out all over the house and leave it.  We had trouble with the lights.  All of them.  Everything was a tangled mess.  The beads, the ribbons, the lights, the tinsel.  You name it.  It was a MESS.  It actually looked like someone had vomited Christmas all over the house.  YUCK. I actually said an extra prayer for safety because if the house were to burn, I wasn’t sure we could find our way out.

But then, the perpetual optimist in me, reminded me not to start the day off with such a negative attitude.   Negative Nellys tend to suck the life out of people and I certainly don’t want to be one of those people.  So, I went with a Terrifical Tuesday.  Sure, the house was in absolute chaos.  But I didn’t mind it.  The kids were having fun.  They had smiles on their little faces, so it must be a good day, right?  Another day of decorating would only give me a good excuse for another cup of homemade hot chocolate.

All in all, I decided to scratch the whole dadgum post.  I couldn’t fake it and I didn’t want to spread my pessimism, so I simply kept my mouth shut and my keyboard idle.  I walked away from the computer.  I decided I would come back when I could get my ADHD in control enough to make a firm decision about what to write.

And let me tell you, here I am!

I ended up making a run to the closest Hell-Mart, I mean Wal-Mart…..about 25 miles down the road from our teeny town.  Yes, I hate the place.  My hubby and I refer to it as the arm pit of East Texas.  But when you live in the middle of nowhere, you realize beggars can’t be choosers.  So, Hell-Mart has to suffice.

Yes, it IS that bad!

I needed to get some groceries to cook for tomorrow’s big Thanksgiving dinner at church, as well as some other things.  I planned to leave the kids at home for the afternoon.  Cameron is almost 16 now and I knew he could hold down the fort.  So off I went.  It was time for some peace and quiet.  Kid-free time.  This might just be Terrifical Tuesday after all!  Yay!

Of course, I live a life of calamity and chaos.  Many have said I was jinxed.  Because I can do almost NOTHING without catastrophe.  It follows me around like a puppy dog.  I should have known today would be no different.  I just THOUGHT I was gonna get some alone time all to myself.  But my old pal, calamity was there with me all along.

It started off innocent enough.  I was browsing the Christmas decorations.  Pricing wrapping paper.  Looking for a Christmas gift or two.  That’s when the call came.  The boys called to tell me the town I was in was now under a tornado watch.  I paused for a minute and did actually consider stopping right there and heading home.  But come on, how many times do we have a tornado watch and nothing ever happens?  A lot.  I decided to take my chances.  I kept shopping.

I perused the yarn and crafts.  The electronics.  The pajamas.  I took my time getting over to the grocery section.  In fact, I was almost finished.  Just another item or two and I would be ready to check out.  That’s when it happened.

“Wal-mart customers and associates.  We are now in a Code Black.  Please be aware the weather is conducive to tornados and we are now under a tornado warning.  Be prepared to seek shelter. Code Black.”

 

This is what the tornado MIGHT have looked like if there actually was one!

Shelter?  Really?  I’m in a Super Wal-Mart.  Isn’t that shelter?

I decided to finish up my list quickly.  There was just one thing I forgot in the back of the store.  As I threw that can of cinnamon rolls into the buggy, I notice the aisles are empty.  I guess that announcement (actually there had been three of them by this time), that  Code Black, had frightened our local Wal-Mart shopppers.  I thought it might be time to get serious.  As I rounded the corner, I was met by an associate.

She informed me that there had been 3 tornadoes touch down in our area and we needed to take cover.

NOW.

She sent me to the front of the store and to get somewhere ‘with walls’.

It seemed simple enough.  I sat down in the McDonalds located at the front of the store and began making calls to check on my kids at home.  Of course, no one answered.  Not my mom.  Not the hubby.  Not the kids.

For just a moment panic set it.  But then I remembered I was 25 miles south of the kids.  I’m sure things were fine at home.  And I was fine here.  That’s as far as I got.  My train of thought was interrupted by associates announcing we needed to move to the back of the store to better shelter.

Code Black.  Take shelter in the back of the store.  Code Black.

What?  Really? And seriously, what the heck is Code Black??  Is that supposed to keep me from spinning into a panic?

I frantically continued trying to get someone on the phone.  I wanted someone to go get my babies.  Of course, calamity wouldn’t dare allow that.  That would make things too easy.

I knew I needed more information.  I found a Hell-Mart supervisor/manager….whatever.  I asked for more information about the tornadoes.  Were they north?  Were they south?

She just smiled and said, “Mam, we have a Code Black (there it was again!).  I really don’t know what to tell you.  If I tell you they’re south and you go out there and get yourself hurt, we would be liable.  So I can’t tell you anything.  Why don’t you just take it easy in the back?”

I can’t tell you what I wanted to say to her.  What I almost did say to her. For a small moment, I actually considered giving her a black eye to go with that Code Black.  That would teach her.

BAM!

I stomped out of the store.  Associates following me, telling me to come back.  It wasn’t safe. Code Black. 

Blah.  Blah.  Blah.

All I knew was I had kids home alone.  If things were that bad here, I needed to get home before they got that bad there.

I still couldn’t get anyone on the phone.  Finally, I called my pastor and his wife.  They would go pick up my kids and keep them until I made it home.

Whew.  Relief.

Needless to say, I didn’t get picked up by a tornado.  In fact, I’m not sure there were actually any out there.  What I DO know is this.

I left a buggy FULL of groceries at Hell-Mart.  I had found some yarn I loved.  Christmas music for the family.  All left.  It was the cheapest trip to Hell-Mart ever.  All compliments of their stupid Code Black.

I think I could have gone with the Torture Tuesday post earlier.  It would have fit.

Oh, and I still have no groceries.  So I guess tomorrow will be Wal-Mart Wednesday. Woohoo!

 

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Posted by on November 15, 2011 in It's my life.....

 

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Sister Friends with 32 Kids…….and Counting!


Ok, so I have a confession to make.  Actually, I have several confessions to make, but I’m gonna focus on this one.

I wasted vast amounts of time this past weekend vegging out in front of the TV.

I watched every episode of Sister Wives Netflix has available.  But that wasn’t enough.  I then moved to the computer to see if more episodes were online.  I watched clip after clip.  Of course, when I was out of more to watch, I began surfing through the TLC website….where I discovered 19 Kids and Counting.  So, I jumped back to the TV.  Back to Netflix.  And guess what?  They have tons of episodes of the Duggars!

I learned a LOT from watching these shows.  Really.  I did. In fact, I learned so much, I now have new life goals.  True story.  Stop it!  Don’t judge!  I have a plan.  It’s so brilliant, you will wish you had thought of it yourself. But before I share my brilliance, I need to explain.

 

First of all, Sister Wives.  Now, don’t get me wrong.  I am in NO WAY condoning, encouraging, or promoting polygamy.  Polygamy is wrong.  Period.  End of story.  So just get off your soap box for a moment and listen.  These families team up.  This family even lives in one G.I.G.A.N.T.I.C. house.  The wives help each other out with childcare, cooking duties, financial responsibilities.  It’s like one HUGE family but with several moms to hold down the fort.  They form friendships and bond with each other and their children.  The only problem I can see is this guy.  This husband.  He flaunts all over this giant house having himself a hi-ho time.  Sure, he works and brings in some money.  But most of the wives work, too.

After watching the entire first season, I have come to a spectacular conclusion.  I could so have some sister wives ……….WITHOUT the hubby!  I mean, think about it.  Instant built in babysitter.  You don’t like to cook?  No problem.  Trade duties for things you DO enjoy.  All while living in harmony with your best friends.  Put the kids to bed, and instant girls night!  I bet millions would watch, too.  Sister Friends…coming to a channel near you.

Next, the Duggars.  Wow.  19 kids and yet another on the way.  You can’t help but be curious.  When you have your own classroom full of your very own rugrats, how do you survive??  I am completely worn out just from my five.  My first thought before watching this family was, well……..you know.  Let’s just say it wasn’t happy thoughts.  But then, I sat down to watch.

And BAM!  There it was!  My dream home!

 

A laundry room with 4 washers and dryers.  A room just to store everyone’s clothes in organized and labeled bins.  HUGE bedrooms that hold multiple beds.  Eight, yes, eight bathrooms!  The living room is HUGE.  The kitchen is as well, but then on top of that, they have a commercial kitchen in the back complete with cafeteria style buffet line.  Their pantry looks like a small grocery store.  The dining room contains soda fountains.  They even have a game room and a slide next to the stairs in the game room.  Wow.  I completely thought they must be insane to have so many children.  But then, I see this house.  You can’t tell me a family this big could afford a house like that PRE-TV show.  And they are constantly going places.   Making appearances.  Taking trips.

 

I’m thinking…..I can do this!  All of this!!  Sister Friends combined with the Duggars….

Just a few problems arise.  Like how to keep pro-creating without a man in the picture.  And that leads me to wonder what will I do with my hubby.  I really like having him around.  But then that messes up my whole sister friends idea.  And then there’s the fact that I had a tubal years ago. Oh, and I need some other sister friends to sign up.  And they must be willing to add to the production line as well.  More babies means more square footage.

These problems are simply bumps in the road.  That’s all.  Nothing I can’t overcome.  I would go on and explain, but then you would know too much.  I can’t have anything or anyone interfering with, or heaven forbid, trying to steal my my awesome plan to get my dream house AND full-time help!

I know you must have a million questions, but I must go now.  I have work to do.  I have vacations (I mean, um, appearances) to plan and dream home house plans to create.  It’s a tough job, but somebody’s gotta do it.

 

 

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Posted by on November 14, 2011 in It's my life.....

 

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Monday ~ Funday!

Monday ~ Funday!

Yay for Monday!

I know.  Crazy, right??

But after having a less than best weekend, I welcome Monday with open arms.  I welcome the mundane everyday.  The routine.  The stability that it brings.  I reached my maximum stress potential before Monday ever arrived, so even when it means school work, laundry, and housework……  Yay for Monday!

In fact, I am so excited about some normalcy, I decided to share.  Yay for you!  I know you are excited.  Well, if you’re still reading.  Anyway, I have a busy day ahead.  It SHOULD look something like this………

I don’t think I’ve shared anything concerning our small family farm.  Well, it’s really more my hubby and my father-in-love’s farm, but we reap the benefits.  We have 7 goats, about 50 chickens, 10 cats, 2 dogs, and 7 cows.  We go through cycles with the chickens, so we are just now getting eggs again.

That means I’m overloaded with fresh, yummy eggs…..so you guessed it.  Omelettes are what’s for breakfast around here.  Today’s omelette was a conglomeration of ingredients we all like.  I threw them all together and it turned out great.  The kids were bickering over seconds.   It consisted of ham, onions, red and green bell peppers, mushrooms, cheese, and spinach….and of course, lots of eggs!  Eat with salsa for a splash of spice.  YUM!

While the kids work on schoolwork, I have a Christmas hat to finish knitting on the loom.  My 11-year-old started it, but I need the loom back…..and he is S.L.O.W…..and he has lost interest.  So, he wants me to finish it for him…because I’m ‘speedy quick’ at it anyway.  I think he’s just trying to get me to do his dirty work for him.  No, I’m sure of it.  It’s supposed to be a homemade Christmas gift for his dad.  And since I can’t wait to see the hubster wearing a red, green, and white toboggan all over God’s creation, I am more than happy to help him out.

Baby boy needs more time for playing Beanie Baby Football anyway.

Yes, I said Beanie Baby Football.  This weekend, we hit the Beanie Baby jackpot on our yard sale expedition.  Twenty five cents got us a practically brand new Ty Beanie Baby….tags and all.  I think we bought them out.   Don’t get me wrong, we are in no way collectors.  My boys (puppy included) LOVE to play with them.  They have now invented Beanie Baby Football.  I don’t know how it works or understand the game, but it keeps them busy for hours.

Lastly, because Mondays are usually long, torturous days….and we’ve had enough of those types of days to last for a while…..I decided today would be perfect for decorating the Christmas tree.  Yes, I know.  Thanksgiving isn’t even here yet.  I know, it’s just not fair.  Thanksgiving deserves its fair share of attention, love, and devotion.  And I DO love Thanksgiving.  But once it’s here, I find myself in a vortex of busy-ness.  Christmas looms like a lion ready to attack.  I barely have time to get packages wrapped, much less decorate the tree.

In an effort to maintain my sanity (you know if momma ain’t happy…), we decorate before Thanksgiving so we are ready for the whirlwind ahead.  So, today is Christmas Tree Monday.  This evening, after pulling all my hair out getting through the school day, we will decorate our tree.  Complete with homemade hot chocolate and Christmas music.  After my road trip last week with my church lady friends, I feel less than adequate at decorating a tree.  But I thought if I were to post a before pic of this pitiful tree, it would make my finished tree look like a masterpiece.  It’s a tall, skinny tree because we have lots of bodies, lots of furniture, and we don’t have room for lots of tree. We are calling it the Leaning Tower of Tree.  For now.  Tomorrow it will be a work of art.  Um, kind of.  Sort of.  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder after all.

Leaning Tower of Tree

For all of you humbugs out there, don’t worry.  We will still add to our ‘Give Thanks’ board tonight.  Thanksgiving and Christmas all rolled up together.  If we don’t kill each other first.  Decorating the tree can get crazy around here with a bunch of boys.  Let’s just say, ornaments get broken when they are used as hand grenades.  You just don’t decorate the tree barefoot.

Thanks, Bernie.  At least I have one for each foot…even if they don’t match!

So you see, Monday HAS to be a fun day.  I can’t have it any other way.  I WON’T have it any other way!  It’s time to get my Monday face on!  Smiles all day.  Happy Monday, Funday, ya’ll!!

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Posted by on November 14, 2011 in It's my life.....

 

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Hopeful


I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.   ——–John 16:33

And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.   —-Romans 8:28

I’ve had a rough couple of days.  I have a child with a chronic health condition that is exasperating.  Although this problem is not new for us, it’s still difficult to deal with at times.  A new round of appointments confirmed that he has taken a few steps back.  This means more meds.  More tears.  More frustration.  Even though we have been through this before and had plenty of setbacks in the past, for some reason, it was harder on me than usual.  Probably because he was taking it hard himself.  It is so hard to see your child go through things that are invasive and difficult when you can do nothing to help.  I slipped into a funk over the weekend.  The dread of getting back into the routines ahead were weighing heavy on  my mind and heart.  The dread of dealing with more problems and watching my child hurt completely overtook me.  My heart literally hurt.  I napped.  A lot.  I cried.  No, I bawled.  The waterworks had been turned on and were flowing as if a pipe was broken.   Considering I rarely cry, this was a big deal.  I threw myself a full blown pity party.  I let the sadness, frustration, and fears completely take over.

Finally, I decided it was enough already.  All this crying, all this sadness, made me feel hopeless and helpless.  I opened my Bible and this verse in John is what I found.  I spent the better part of two days feeling sorry for myself.  Feeling sorry for my child.  Wallering in my misery.  I allowed my pity party to steal my peace.  My joy.

Opening my Bible changed it.  Reading God’s word changed my perspective.  Yes, I have troubles.  Yes, my baby boy has more difficult days ahead.  But God is there.  He is in control.  He has overcome the world.  Surely He can handle my problems.  He will carry us through. I know I can trust that good will come from this somehow.  I may be fighting hopeless feelings, but I can be hopeful through Him.  His love never fails.

It was time I stop worrying and hand over my fears, my hopeless feelings to the one who holds the world in His hands.  When we face challenges, trials, troubles, and heartache, it is so important to cling to Him.  In His word.  In prayer.  In worship.  He is a reason to hope, to believe, to sing.  Praise Him!

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Posted by on November 14, 2011 in Daily Devotions

 

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Road Trip Blues


Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.

I have spent the past three days playing chauffeur.  Two and a half hours on the road Wednesday.  Six hours on Thursday.  Six plus hours Friday.  I’m dragging booty.  My patooty is completely worn out.  All this driving also included the company of 3 boys in the back and Killa (my mom) in the front.

Spending that much time on the road is mundane.  Monotonous.  Plain ole boring.  At least for the driver.  When you’re driving you can’t browse the sale papers or work crossword puzzles.  You can’t watch Avatar in the back seat with your feet propped up, randomly running your grungy toes through your driver’s hair.  Gross.  You can’t even listen to music thanks to the Avatar junkies in the back seat.  And that is one LONG movie.

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So, you resort instead, to playing games.  And since the lazy bums you are hauling are all being entertained,  you resort to playing goofy games….like Banana.  Or Slug Bug.  Or both.  Alone.  But that was ok.  I was winning!

 

I guess they couldn’t let me win, so they jumped in and changed the game.  The simple game of Banana (calling and counting yellow vehicles) was changed to a special Christmas edition.  I should copyright it.  I could make a million.  Suddenly bananas were jingle bells, red cars were Santa Claus, silver….silver bells, green….elves….white…snowflakes, brown….reindeer poop…I could go on and on.  We are a creative bunch.  Keeping score was a bit difficult.  And there are tons of snowflakes (white cars).  When we came to a lot of those, we called it a blizzard and received massive scores.

It wasn’t long until I was completely worn out….and getting hoarse.  So, game over.  With smiles and smirks they all went back to their movies, crossword puzzles, and naps.  That’s when I realized it was just a ploy to get me to stop interrupting their fun.   And it worked.  I was back to driving boredom. I had the road trip blues.

That’s when I realized I was reliving the song “Seven Little Girls”.   And I wasn’t Fred.

 

 

Being a chauffeur is under-appreciated and definitely over-rated.  But that’s ok.  I’m home now.  Safe and sound.  And it’s chore day.  And Fred is nowhere to be found.

Payback is sweet.  =)

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Posted by on November 12, 2011 in It's my life.....

 

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