Summer

Into week five of summer vacation? Have I lost my mind yet? Not quite but certainly I need a mini-vacation. This full-time mom stuff is hard work. I am camp referee, camp counselor, camp superintendent, camp, bait person, fish line De-tangler, and mother!! Last week we went to the cottage for the first time this year and it was grueling. First off, it was quite painful to be there without my dad and knowing he would not show up mid-way through our vacation like he normally did, he past away months earlier and he left a big void in my life. That on top of mothering my two plus two cousins. Preparation, Preparation, Preparation. I needed at least another half day to prepare and verify all was packed because my son supposedly couldn't find the UNO cards perfect for rainy days and long evenings in the wilderness, younger son ran short of clothing, and our food supply was scant. On the brighter side, my younger son caught the biggest trout of the trip and the biggest one in years. The smile on his face was priceless, just thinking of his smile and all the it said makes me smile. He lit up the cloudy day on the shore of the brook. He beamed with pride and rubbed it in to the others that he caught the biggest fish. I forgot my camera ^*&%$^$^%$. But Hot Husband heard our screams of joy from the cottage and made his way to investigate the ruckus. Another day as we were changing into swimsuits, wails of screams and cries echoed in the musty humid second floor bedrooms, then three kids stampeded to my room, hiding behind me like a monster was in the cottage. Surprisingly, there was, a chipmunk jumped out from behind one of their beds! My boys immediately got into hunting mode so naturally, it took me aback. They had fishing nets and proceeded to catch the rodent to the girls delight. The thunder of their feet echoed now and the rampage down the stairs made the second floor move to the beat of their feet. And as fast as they ran down stairs was as fast as the little bugger ran upstairs freeing itself from the nets. Then I seen the bravery in my boys that was so clear, my little not flinching a bit and my older one, with such authority written across his face, chasing the chipmunk around the the rooms, only to have the girls flinch,scream in terror and hang on to their aunt for dear life. I reminded them, they were a hundred times bigger than the chipmunk and he was terrified of them!! That fell to deaf ears as they clenched my arm so fierce, I thought Oh, this is what men feel when we're in labor holding their hands. Poor guys!!! The screams were so loud my ears hurt. As I calmed them down, my boys capture the monster and put him outside, never to return to such a chaotic place again. The children were sad to leave and begging to stay a few more days, hot husband said one more day but I had it, I wanted to go home, go from four kids to two and sleep in my own comfy bed. We will return in the weeks to come with back up in the form of adults and more alcohol. So now I am on to the next adventure. Up until now, I have spent five consecutive weeks with my children and it's great, four week with Hot Husband and that a blast. So as we leave to yet another leg of summer vacation, you read it here, I am having the best time. Catch up later.

Birthday Horoscope

As I was browsing the Internet I seen an ad for horoscopes and it reminded me about this idea I had to write my own birthday forecasts. You see, tomorrow I will turn 43 years young and I recall reading the horoscopes on my birthday for a glimpse at the year ahead. I revelled the idea and was lured by the fact it could contain a road map of my life for the upcoming year. It was great until it didn't quite pan out as written. Put it this way, the entertainment purpose wore off and that's when I decided to write my own horoscope. It lasted a short while until I decided to begin my day with a deliberate intent on how I wanted the day, month or year to be. So, my year ahead forecast, as I intend it, is as follows: it will be fun filled and wonderful. I will enjoy my family and friends, and make some new ones along the way. As the sun rises each day I will be grateful for all that I have. Romance will be play a big part until one on my kids yell "Mom". I will laugh and be merry and sometimes cry and be sad but mostly laugh and be merry. The year ahead sees me moving into a new home and new job. Yippee. Also, I will receive a windfall of money, beyond my wildest dreams. My book will be published and I will travel to an exotic location with hot hubby. All in all it will be a great year because I intend it to be. Happy Birthday to me.

Independence Day

Happy 4th of July America. Independence Day. Freedom.

As I give thanks for the independence and freedom we have in the western world, it makes me think why there is not a day to celebrate one's own personal independence. Independence of thinking and thoughts, independence of consciousness. What I am getting at is I choose to celebrate each and every day for ME. But there should be a national holiday celebrating just being. Yes, we all have birthdays to commemorate of age but we need a day to celebrate just being. A Being Me Day or Me Day. A day of celebrating yourself and all that you are. A day to celebrate all the stuff that makes you unique. Uniqueness Day!! Nah. Me Day!!! A day to celebrate who you are as an individual, who you are as a person. A day to revel in yourself more so than spending a day at the spa. A day you would list all the great things about yourself. A day at work and at home, you would need to list one of your best qualities on the and celebrate it.

I just think we give so much attention to how we are viewed by ourselves and others that a day to celebrate just being ourselves without the identification or labels could do us well. I could see this going over well in the board rooms across the world. LOL. But seriously, it's an honest suggestion. Enjoy your freedom today as a country and if you can as yourself.