July, 2011 Archives



by Pj in Family

Are there pictures of me canoeing 4 miles up river while herding 45 teen-agers in 22 canoes? Nope. But I have sun burned knees and a very shiny red nose! Use your imagination.

Are there pictures of all of us hauling said canoes half a mile up a steep mountain on our shoulders while walking a mountain trail for the width of one? Nope! But again my red knees buckled and my shoulders screamed and my arms don’t flap as much in the wind! (Trying to find the positive side!)

Are there pictures of hiking five miles (after unloading the canoes up said mountain!) to camp and arriving third to last just prior to the sun setting? The heck with herding those youthful souls! They bounced toward camp like Tigger!. I wanted to cry, but could not risk wasting WATER.

I did not feel any sense of accomplishment in this feat. I did not gain a higher respect for finishing the race. I did not gain more confidence in overcoming these obstacles. I went to bed with Motrin PM, hot chocolate and a dirty face. So glad Chris insisted on a mattress for my Tahoe! There was never a more comfortable bed then the one I crawled into that night.

The next day began with preparing breakfast then more activities, preparing lunch, then more activities, serving dinner with little enthusiasm, because I knew I had another 5 hours of youthful exuberance and activities before I could swallow that Motrin PM with my cocoa.

The next morning more activities, breakfast, breaking camp and a long drive home. My passengers were laughing telling me about all their fun adventures. They retold all the funny and tender moments they experienced and I wondered where I had been to miss those memories. I stopped for a DR and M&M’s because I was fading fast. Forgot about the driving part home all exhausted, stinky and anxious knowing in a few short hours we were hosting Ciera’s 16th birthday party. Tomorrow I will get to sleep. Tomorrow. I dream of tomorrow.

When did I get so old?

( I will post pictures if anyone took any…. maybe.)


Not the Dowager Part

by Pj in Information, Random

‘One day, a dowager of the breed that mistake impertinence for wit took a swipe at him.’ Victor Hugo from Les Misérables

I love that line. ‘of the breed that mistake impertinence for wit’.

Who hasn’t been of that breed at one youthful or drunken or weak moment in their life? (Not the Dowager part, but the impertinence part.)

I have provided a list of books I want in my library. Every year for mother’s day Ciera buys me a book off my list. This year she chose Les Misérables.

So at night I read a little chapter in this great book and every night I go to bed with a new thought to ponder.

I am looking forward to using that line, but whenever I have the opportunity I always forget the word impertinence. I come home and look in the book and reread it, committing it to memory for the moment.

I will use it or more likely have it used on me! I know I deserve it. The impertinence part, not the dowager part!


Tigger Day

by Pj in Family

Starting the drive to work a tad late and catching every red light on Val Vista started to define my day. At Main Street I was so close to getting the green! Heading toward University the Eeyore in me started to surface. “I can tell what kind of day this is going to be!”

I decided to be Tigger instead. I sped up to 55 and risked a ticket to get through the green…ok yellow light. I smiled! Clear sailing to the 202! Put on some good tunes and changed my day and my attitude.

Of course I could have slowed down and had the same result without the stress of flashing red lights. Could have enjoyed the morning quiet. Could have stopped for some McDonald cinnamon rolls. But didn’t. Sometimes you just got to speed just because you can!

Made my day a green light day.

Roo: What’s the matter, Tigger?
Tigger: Phew. Oh, thank goodness. I was just getting a little seasick from…
Tigger: seeing too much.

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