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A Busy Bee

I’ve been a very busy girl for the past few days and I’ve just not had the time to write like I really wanted to.  We’ve had company up here at the cabin and we were busy enjoying our time with them, so getting online to do anything, let alone write, was the absolute last thing on my mind.

I will do better.  I will do better.  I will do better.


Do you believe in the power of positive thinking?  I’m gonna try to.

I will do better.  I will do better.  I will do better.



Time to Get Er Done!!!

Do you ever feel like there’s just not enough hours in the day and you could really use a clone of yourself to help you get your to-do list done?  Well, that’s me today.  After spending the last few days being really lazy and not being very productive in any area, I’ve had to play catch up today.

In my defense, I wasn’t just being lazy.  I really didn’t feel good and I just really didn’t feel like doing anything, so, I didn’t.  Plus, I don’t have a lazy bone in my body!  A couple of years ago, I wouldn’t have been able to do this.  No way could I have just ignored the dust bunnies under the coffee table or walked right by a sink in need of a good swabbing or overlooked the giant, ever growing stack of mail, newspapers, catalogues, magazines, and various other papers on the counter.  Me, relax amongst all this chaos?  Ha!  Unheard of!

For the love of all that is good in this world, please don’t think that I live in filth or only clean once a year or whenever company’s coming.  That would be the farthest thing from the truth.  And just in case you’re wondering, dust bunnies in the cabin can, and do, appear outta nowhere the very next day after I’ve swept, vacuumed and mopped!!!  It’s a never-ending battle up here!  There’ll be a whole other bunny village lurking around here by tomorrow afternoon.

In all seriousness though, we do have company coming today so I really did have to get all this done as quickly as humanly possible before their arrival.  Have I mentioned that there are some people out there that speculate that I just might be a few samich’s shy of a picnic basket?    I really should have been preparing for this all week long and had I not felt like I was near death and the four horsemen of the Apocalypse were fast approaching, I might’ve.  Who knows?

What Does Your Ride Say About You?

I did something today that I haven’t done in a while now.  Something, that I used to do once a week, minimum.  Something, that I probably should do more often, but when you live on the side of a mountain and have to travel two miles on a gravel road just to get home, it kinda seems pointless when you really think about the logic involved with it.

Are you ready for it?

Okay.  Here it is…

I washed my car.  I’m not talking about running it through a car wash, either.  I mean, I got the water hose out, filled a bucket with soapy water, and proceeded to hand wash my vehicle.  Now, to some of you, this may seem like a completely normal thing to do and you might engage in this kind of clean up with your car once a week or more, like I, myself, used to do, as previously stated.  For others, you may think I’ve lost my mind entirely and are now wondering why on earth I would hand wash my vehicle.  After all, you probably live in an area where there’s a 24 hour car wash always open and you’re probably one of those people who always just happens to have some quarters lying around your car somewhere for this very purpose.  Well, kudos to you!

I, on the other hand, do not have this luxury.  Yeah, there’s a car wash in the little town I’m closest to, but honestly, I think that thing’s probably older than I am and I’m not real sure there’s enough water pressure there to hose a gnat off my front bumper, let alone wash away the other 2.3 million bug corpses, dirt, dust, road grime, bird poop, and whatever else just happens to be out there, clinging to the paint, bumpers, grill, headlights, and any other part they can grab onto.

So, anyway, as I was scrubbing and hosing off my car, I was taken back to an article I read somewhere a few years back that was comparing our personalities to the type of ride we drive.  I just happened to be cruising around in a silver Subaru Outback station wagon at the time.  Wooooooo!!!  And not the shorter, sporty looking one, but the full on station wagon model.  Oh, and mine was missing the Subaru emblem on the front grill, too!  You can just imagine what my personality was described as in this lovely little piece that somebody with waaaaaaay too  much time on their hands had come up with.

I’m sure a lot of you out there won’t be able to relate, but I’ve never really set out to buy a car based solely on what it looks like.  And by that, I mean, I’ve never owned a brand spanking new car that I was able to sit down and pick the color, style, interior, etc.  My vehicle purchases have always been more on a need basis and a “are we sure this thing’s gonna run for at least a year or ’till I can afford to get another one?”  I know, I know… the very epitome of class all the way!

I have driven some really cool cars and some reeeeeeeaaaaaaaly ugly ones, too.  But, by gosh, they’ve all gotten me from point A to point B.  Well, most of the time, anyway.

Back to my point here.  I had driven a 4 wheel drive car for about four or five years when I met Mountain Man, but my poor little ‘ol decrepit silver Subaru Outback wagon was on it’s last legs.  God bless it.  I couldn’t really afford to get another vehicle at the time so Mountain Man started letting me drive his truck back and forth to work.  God love him!  I had never had a man let me drive his truck before!!!  This was huge!  But, that’s a story for another time.

Anyway, after a few months of me taking his truck to work at night, I was able to finally buy another car.  We searched and looked on the internet and we searched and looked some more.  By the way, I hate car shopping!!!  Hate, hate, hate it!  Almost as much as I hate clothes shopping!

After a few weeks, we found what seemed like a pretty good deal on a real cute little white sporty Mazda.  However, it was not 4 wheel drive and there was no way I’d be able to drive that thing in a bad snow storm or up to the cabin.  We were still living in both places at the time.  My town house through the week and the cabin on the weekends.  But, I knew Mountain Man would let me drive the truck if it was too bad outside and I didn’t figure I’d need a separate vehicle to get up the mountain.

Little did I know just how life was fixing to change on me.  Not two months after I bought the little white sporty Mazda, that was just the cutest little car I think I’d ever owned, we decided to move up to the cabin and say goodbye to pavement as far as the eye could see and life in town.  Mountain Man was not the least bit fazed by this, but I, having lived in town for the better part of 13 years, almost half my life, was a little freaked out, but excited at the same time.  And the fact that I’d just (stupidly) bought a 2wheel drive car that would never on the best day of the year, under the best circumstances, ever make it up these two miles of windy, gravel covered mountain roads, just added to this freaking out I was doing.

Mountain Man assured me that everything would be fine and things would work themselves out, and of course, he was right.  They did.  I settled into a peaceful groove once we said goodbye to my house in town and started commuting up here to God’s country everyday.

The first month was a little tricky ’cause Mountain Man had to meet me at the bottom of the mountain every morning to pick me up when I finally got here after working 3rd shift and he had to take me back down to the car every night for me to go in to work.  That lasted for about a week and then I just started riding one of the 4 wheelers down to my car every night and then back up the mountain every morning.  One key point to this story… this was April… in the mountains of Western NC… and let me assure you, it was cold!!!

Needless to say, it didn’t take long to start looking for another vehicle.  A 4 wheel drive vehicle.  And just like all my vehicles in the past, my current ride was bought out of necessity, rather than want.  

But, this latest vehicle I’m driving, is by far one of the coolest cars I’ve ever had.  And any of y’all that know me personally know that I’m not a real materialistic gal, but I do love bright colors.  Well this bright, cute little canary yellow Chevy Tracker just happened to be sitting on the side of the road on my way home from work and Mountain Man and I had both saw it.  Heck, everybody saw it!  You couldn’t help but see it!  Now, he does not share my love of bright, flashy colors.  Far from it!   He’s more of an earth tone, neutral shades kinda guy.  So, I wasn’t real sure how he’d react to my little yellow car I’d found.  But, I simply adored this thing!

We stopped to look at it and drive it and check it out, and the inside was a little disappointing.  It was really dirty and really smelly.  Someone had not been nice to this cute little yellow car.  It would take some major cleaning and lovin’ to get this thing up to my standards as far as cleanliness goes.  However, everything mechanical checked out on it and I think we ended up buying it the next day.

I had to wait for my cute little white sporty Mazda to sell before I could buy the cute little yellow Tracker!  One day.  One. Day.  I parked the Mazda in a shopping center parking lot on a Friday afternoon and it sold the very next day!  Just like Mountain Man had said, everything worked out just fine.

So, I’ve been driving my cute little yellow Suzukiolet for a little over a year now.  Mountain Man calls it a Suzukiolet because all the inside parts, the motor, the lights, etc., have Suzuki stamped on them, but it’s got Chevrolet stamped all over the outside of it.  Best of both worlds, I guess!  We’ve put almost 25,000 miles on that little thing in about 15 months.  We drive it everywhere!!!!

I tried and tried to recall certain points from that article I read so long ago, but alas, I’ve slept since then and the particulars just didn’t make it into long term storage.  Go figure.  But I’d be willing to bet that my current ride comes pretty dang close to matching my personality!

So how ’bout you?  What does your ride say about you?

The Top Ten Reasons I’m Glad I’m Not A Little Kid Anymore

1~ Sex.  Need I say more?  If further explanation is needed, then I’m sorry to say, dear reader, that you are apparently not doing something right and my fervent prayer for you is that you will explore different avenues to make this act more enjoyable in the future.

2~ Chocolate.  Oh, chocolate!  How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways…  Nah, that’s another post entirely.  But I will say that eating a good piece of chocolate, for me anyway, can be a life altering experience.  I find it’s very closely akin to a religious experience.  It has an affect on me like no other food that exists on this planet.  It calms me and brings me back to my center.  It makes the world right again.

3~ Alcohol.  Speaking as someone who doesn’t smoke, has never done drugs, and has no other real vices to speak of, unless you count numbers 1 and 2 on this list, alcohol has the power to make the rest of the world just fall away and leave you feeling blissful, if only for a moment.  And that feeling is just so wonderful and awe inspiring.  Sometimes it’s good to just get away.  Just for a little while.  It’s a good thing I don’t have an addictive personality.  I’d be an alcoholic for sure!

4~ Driving.  I know there are those out there who hate to drive.  They absolutely loathe having to get behind the wheel of a car for whatever reason.  I am not one of those people.  I love to drive!  I love the feeling I get blaring down the road in my car, watching the world pass by through my more often than not dirty windshield.  It’s bliss.

5~ Food.  I no longer have to eat what’s put on a plate before me because someone says I have to!  Now, I get to eat whatever I want, whenever I want, and for however long I want.  Given his natural ability in the kitchen, Mountain Man and his culinary delights have been an irreplaceable asset when it comes to this.

6~ Makeup.  Any gal out there who has freckles and eyelashes that seem completely invisible will totally relate to this one.  A little cover up for the freckles that I so vehemently loathed as a child, yet have developed a new love/hate relationship with as an adult, and a couple coats of black mascara and I’m a happy girl.

7~ Music.  Anyone that knows me knows that my life has its own soundtrack.  Almost every single song that I hear has a memory that corresponds with it.  It’s kinda like the way smells can conjure up images from most people’s past.  Music does that for me.  And being an adult means I get to listen to whatever kind of music I like, whenever I want, and for however long I want!  Wait, except when the kids are around and I’m in the mood for some uncensored tunes, or when Mountain Man’s nearby and I wanna mellow out with some Lilith Fair stuff, or when….   Oh, never mind.  You get what I’m saying.

8~ Friends.  When you grow up and become an adult and you’re no longer trying to fit into the “in crowd”, you get to finally be yourself and for me, my true life friends developed long after elementary and high school.  I think it’s great that some people have those childhood pals they can still relate to, but for me, it just didn’t happen.  I find that my friends that I made well into adulthood are the ones that accept me no matter how screwed up or how ridiculously silly I may be.  They love me unconditionally.

9~ Kids.  Honestly, without my kids, I wouldn’t be the woman that I am today.  They have shaped and molded me into this wonderfully, somewhat zany, and at times delirious being that’s sitting here typing this today.  I wouldn’t trade one minute of being a Mother.  Well, wait a minute.  Perhaps that one time when one of ’em….

10~ True Love.  I think my Mama was right when she used to tell me I was too young to know what true love was when I was a teenager.  I don’t think I ever realized just exactly what she meant, though, until they placed my babies in my arms after they came into this world.  Most parents out there know exactly what I’m talking about.  And even though I thought I’d been “in love” a couple of times in my life, I really don’t think I’d ever had the real deal ’till Mountain Man came into my life and showed me what true love between a man and a woman really is.  I’m still learning new things about true love, even now.  And I must say, every hurt, every heartache, every disappointment, every pitfall, everything I’ve faced up to now has been worth it, just to know that this man, honestly, and truly, loves this woman.

The Top Ten Reasons I Wish I Was A Little Kid Again

1~ Naps.  What adult in their right mind wouldn’t just love to go back to the days of having to take a nap every afternoon?  I’m all for bringing siesta’s to this country and making it mandatory for every citizen to cease and desist from any further work until we’ve had at least an hour to lay our weary heads down and shut our heavy eyelids for some much needed rest!

2~ Candy.  Yes, I’m very well aware that as adults, we can eat as much candy as we’d like without the fear of retribution from our parents anymore.  But seriously, as adults, do we really still get sugar highs like we did when we were little?  Come on!  When’s the last time a handful of M&M’s made you bounce off the wall?  Wait.  Really?  You still get sugar rushes from candy?  Well then what in the name of all that is holy is wrong with me?  Candy doesn’t give me energy anymore.

*But chocolate does makes me feel better about whatever just happens to be going on around me.  It’s like a soothing salve for my soul.

3~ Bicycles.  I don’t know ’bout y’all, but when you get to be my age and certain parts of your body are much more womanly than they were before you developed hips and breasts and a big ‘ol butt, riding a bike just isn’t as fun as it used to be.

*Oh and just for the record.  I love my big ‘ol butt.  It’s took me years of eatin’ beans and taters to get this thing and I’m pretty dang proud of it!  As previously stated in this blog, I already know there’s something terribly, terrible wrong with me!  A woman with no body issues?  Simply unheard of in this day and age!  Anyway, I digress.  Lets get back to the list.

4~ Mud.  How many of you, dear readers, have ever taken a mud bath?  And no, I’m not talking about the ones you go to a salon and pay for.  I’m talking about finding just the right mud hole outside and deciding that it is just too tempting not to lay down in it, fully clothed in a snow white ruffled belly shirt, submerge yourself as far as you can possibly go without actually drowning, saturate every strand of your curly blonde hair, and then proceed to splash around and squish the wondrously glorious mud with your fingers and your toes until they’re plum pruney.   Ahhh…  One of my favorite memories as a child.

5~ Saturday Morning Cartoons.  In this day and age of cartoons being on 24 hours a day, somehow, they’re just not as exciting as they used to be.  At least not for this ‘ol gal.  What?  Responsible adults aren’t supposed to like to sit down and watch an hours worth of Looney Tunes?  Really!  Apparently I didn’t get the memo.  That, or I’m still just a big kid myself.  Jury’s still out on that one.

6~ Licking The Beaters.  Honestly, is there any better way to eat batter, icing, pudding, whipped cream, meringue, mashed potatoes, or any other delectable delight?

7~ Goodnight Kisses.  Looking back on my childhood, some of the happiest times were when my Mama would come into my room every night at bedtime.  She’d sit down on the edge of my bed and I’d say my prayers with her.  She had long fingernails when I was little that she always kept perfectly polished and she’d use those long fingernails to gently, ever so feather-lightly rub my face ’till I was almost asleep.  Then she’d kiss me on the cheek and tell me that she loved me just before she turned off my light and left me there in my bed to dream the sweet dreams of a child.

8~ Paw.  There has never been, nor will there ever be, another man like my Grandpa.  He was definitely one of a kind and there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of him and miss him.

9~ Swimming.  All. Day. Long.  And having to be threatened with death if I didn’t get out of the pool, river, ocean, creek, bathtub, or any other body of water I could manage to submerge myself in.

10~ 20/20 Vision.  It’s been so long ago, I have a hard time remembering what it’s like not to need glasses or contacts to see the world around me.  But I can still conjure up a few images that didn’t require corrective lenses for me to burn them into my brain and think fondly of them now.

*This list is in no particular order.  This just happens to be the order that the thoughts poured out of me today.

And The Thunder Rolls…

On this summer day, I’m sitting here in the cabin, completely alone, listening to a storm moving in.  Oh, and my poor, pitiful washer that’s in desperate need of some attention from Mountain Man.  I swear, that man can fix anything.

Anyway, I’m looking outside at the expanse of trees that reside just off the deck and on the knoll down below and as usual, I’m stricken breathless by their majesty and beauty.

Well, here.  Let me just give you a tiny glimpse of what I’m talking about.

This is the view right off the back deck. I can touch the leaves you see in the foreground of the picture! Breathtaking, isn't it?

And believe me y’all.  A picture simply cannot do this justice.  So many details just get lost, no matter how hard I try to capture each and every one of ’em.  This is all around the east and south side of the cabin.  I can touch some of the trees and most of the leaves from the deck out back because the cabin was built around them.  They kinda hug the cabin in a way.  It’s a sight to behold for sure.

Not too long from now, all those green leaves will give way to their fall colors.  Shades of yellows, oranges, reds, and browns will appear and surround me with the warm colors of autumn.

This Mountain Girl cannot wait!

As for right now, in this moment suspended in time, I’ll sit right here, alone, in the silence and comfort of The Treetop Cabin, and continue to listen to the thunder roll off in the distance and feel the breeze as it comes in ahead of the storms that are forecast for our area this afternoon.

It’s times like these that I remember that I really hate being alone.

My Protector

I’m not entirely sure what’s happening here at the cabin today, but something is definitely going on.  Max, aka, the best dog in the whole wide world, has been acting strange for a couple of days now and today’s gotten even stranger.  Yesterday, he followed me everywhere I went.  He was on my heels every single time I turned around.  He even followed me to the bathroom once or twice!  And this is very unusual for Max.  He usually minds his own business, which consists mostly of lying around the house and napping most of his days away, only wanting to go outside a couple of times to relieve himself, and letting me know by way of a slight “woof” that there’s a car, 4wheeler, cat, deer, etc., coming near the house.

All day yesterday, he was just extremely protective over me.  He went everywhere I did.  He even jumped up between my son and I when he rose from the couch in the living room and was walking toward me in the kitchen and let out a low growl as if to warn my own flesh and blood not to dare mess with me.  It was very strange.

Now, today, things have gotten even weirder.  Max has followed me around all day again and while we were outside on the deck enjoying some sunshine, he started growling and barking at something, or someone, that I couldn’t see up in the woods behind the cabin.  So, I called him over to me and calmed him down, thinking it was probably a deer or some other woodland creature.  Then, I heard some strange noises up on the ridge that kinda freaked me out a little.  It was probably just a deer or something, but still, I came in the house and retrieved my gun from upstairs and it’s now resting on the table beside me as I write this.

The strangest part of this day is still going on, right now, at this very moment in time.  About an hour ago, Max started making this loud licking/swallowing sound with his mouth while he was laying on the rug beneath my feet as I was finishing up a book I’ve been trying to get through for the past week.  I’ve never heard him make this sound before, so it startled me at first.  And then, upon further inspection of my protector, Max started looking at me with these pleading eyes, all the while making that horrible, wretched sound and licking his lips over and over again.

So, I got up to try to get him to drink some water, thinking he might be parched.  He started doing laps around my feet and the table like he does when he needs to go outside to do his business.  I opened up the screen door for him and let him out and he was still acting weird, so I stood there and watched him for a few minutes.  He walked over the edge of the driveway and started arching his back and retching.

The poor thing was sick.  I continued to watch him from the porch because I just can’t stand to see this dog sick.  The first time it happened in front of me, it scared me  too death.  As I’m watching him, he goes over and starts eating some tall blades of grass growing over by the bank to soothe his stomach, so I return to my book.  I’m determined to finish this thing today!  A few minutes later, I hear Max retching again and making this loud hacking sound.  I go to check on him and he’s doing laps out in the driveway around my car!

Keep in mind, we’re talking about an older dog that rarely ever walks fast, let alone runs in circles for no reason.  Yeah, he does it when he gets excited or when Mountain Man plays with him, but that’s about it.

I let him in the house and try to get him to drink some water again and he just kinda looks at me like I’ve lost my mind as he walks right past me and his water dish and proceeds to walk around the house, into every room, making circles around the dining room table, the coffee table, through one door of the downstairs bedroom and around the bed and out the other door that leads into the bathroom that then exits back out into the main living area.  And round and round and round he goes.

After about 10 solid minutes of watching him do this, I try the water again.  Nothing.  It’s almost as if he cannot will himself to stop pacing the floors.  He darts upstairs and I sit down at the table and try to return to my book, yet again.  I think for sure that this manic episode he seems to be having will end with him taking a nice long, leisurely snooze in his bed that’s in our bedroom upstairs.

Wrong.  I can hear his footsteps on the floor upstairs, pacing back and forth from our bedroom and back out into the other bedroom and around the loveseat that sits in the middle of the floor and back to our bedroom again.  He tires of this rather quickly and returns downstairs to repeat his earlier wonderings throughout the lower level of the cabin.

It’s now been over an hour and he’s still at it.  I finished my book during his incessant pacing but not without looking up at him every other time he walked by me.  His pace has slowed somewhat now, but he’s still making circles through the downstairs bedroom, around the bed, through the bathroom and back out into the main living area.  I wonder how much longer he can keep this up?

Ohhh.  He just switched it up a bit.  He made a lap around me sitting here at the dining room table and looked up at me as if to say, “What?”

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