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In Denial

Have you ever tried really hard to deny something about yourself, only to have it later come back and bite you in the butt?

Well, I have been in a deep, dark denial for the past couple of days and last night, it finally came back and bit me in the hiney.   Is that a word?  It is down here in the South.  Nope, evidently not.  I just looked it up on Dictionary.com and no results were found for hiney.  Well, for all you folks that don’t speak fluent Southernese.  Wait.  I don’t think that’s a word, either.  Oh well.  Anyway, hiney means butt and Southernese is our special vernacular down here in the South.

Anyway, I digress.

I’ve been battling a runny nose for a few days now and I’ve kept repeating, both to myself and to others, that I am not sick.  I am not sick!  I tried the whole “positive thinking” thing.  I kept putting my positive thoughts out into the universe, hoping desperately that I would not, in fact, be sick.

Well, so much for all that optimistic crap.

I’m sick.

And I vehemently despise being sick!

I think I’d rather go through a pelvic exam than have a runny nose.  That may seem absurd to some, but honestly, I just really, really hate having to blow my nose every ten minutes.  I hate what happens to my nose after I’ve had to blow it every ten minutes for three days straight.  I hate the whole ick factor involved with blowing slimy mucus out of my body and into a never thick enough tissue to keep me from having the eewy thoughts of snot touching my hands, even though it rarely ever happens.  I hate the whole idea of having a cold.

I don’t have time to get sick.  I’ve got things to do, damn it!

Alas, getting sick falls right into that category of things I really don’t have any control over in this world.  No matter how hard I try to avoid it, I still end up getting sick occasionally.

Do you think perhaps that’s why I hate being sick so much?  ‘Cause I don’t have any control over it?




Becoming an Auntie

I got the call a little over nine months ago.  My Mama was calling me and she had me on speaker phone.  Again.  I hate when she puts me on speaker phone ’cause I can barely hear her, and when I do actually hear her, I can’t understand her because of all the other various noises in the background.  However, this time it was different.  It was quite in the background and she was happy.  In fact, she sounded downright giddy!

I answered the phone with my usual “hello” which was very quickly met with something along the lines of “Do you have any baby clothes you wanna get rid of?”  I had to have her repeat the question because, 1)I couldn’t hear her, and 2)I was sure I’d misunderstood her.  Again, “Do you have any baby clothes you don’t want anymore?”  I laughed, rather heartily, because my two babies are both teenagers and I quickly reminded my Mama that my youngest was 13 and that any clothes I might’ve been saving had long since been given away.

It was at this point in the conversation that my Mama got tickled and I heard other, muffled giggles in the background.  A few seconds later, Mama is telling me that my middle sister and her husband are expecting their first child.  I’m not real sure what the next words out of my mouth were, but I think I might’ve called her a liar or asked if she was joking or had gone temporarily insane.

After that, there was definite outright laughter in the background and I could hear my sister and her husband confirming what Mama had just told me.  I was so excited, I think I squealed!  Just a little, though.  I congratulated the new parents to be and with a few more brief sentences, the phone conversation was over.

I remember being so excited at the thoughts of being an Aunt.  I have two boys of my own, but I’ve never been someones Aunt!  Fond memories of my favorite Aunt and all the time we’ve spent together over the years washed over me.  I was filled with such hope and love for this little being whom I’d yet to meet.  Anyone out there who’s an Auntie can hopefully relate.  If not, then this is yet another fine example of the depths of crazy lurking within.

Now, let me tell ya, nine months passed with snail like speed when I was waiting, rather impatiently toward the end, to meet my babies.  Those same nine months don’t go by any faster when you’re waiting to meet your niece or nephew.  It’s not the same kind of waiting, but it still seems like the day will never come when you get to look upon a new little life and know that you share something special with this little being.

So, I waited.  And waited.  And waited.  Along the way, I got texts and phone calls about the new Mommy and baby.  My sister sent me a picture of the first ultrasound.  My little nephew’s very first photograph.  My nephew.  Another boy.  The third grandson for my Mama.  He was precious.  Simply precious.  And yes, I’m fully aware that in an ultrasound picture, especially one sent to a cell phone, one can’t really see the baby’s features to tell if he/she is gonna be a cutie, but trust me, I knew he was precious.

My sister and her husband took what seemed like forever to choose a name for my nephew.  They were going back and forth for months but they knew they wanted to give him a family name.  They finally decided one of his names would be Charles after mine and my sister’s Paw.  The other name was going to be one from my brother-in-law’s family.  It wasn’t revealed until right before the baby was born.

So, again, I waited.  And waited.  And waited some more.  And finally, the day came.  The day we’d all been waiting for.  The day I’d finally get to meet Little Charlie.  And again, you must remember that I’ve never been someone’s Auntie, so this newfound form of love was totally foreign to me.  I was so excited to finally meet this little bundle!  I felt like I couldn’t get to the hospital fast enough!  My youngest son and I met my baby sister, who had already met Charlie the night before, shortly after he made his grand entrance into the world, and we were off to pick up my Mama and then on to the hospital so I could finally meet him.

I’m telling ya, the excitement I felt that day cannot really be put into words.  It’s a feeling that’s just indescribable!  And that was just the beginning.  Once we finally made it to the hospital and we finally made it to my sister’s room, I felt a sudden surge come over me.  Someone else had my nephew when we entered the room, but she was a very sweet lady and gave him over to us willingly.  My Mama got him first, and I tried really hard to remember that when it was me laying in that hospital bed with people coming to see my babies for the very first time, I was just a little hurt that people completely forgot about me and went straight for the cute, pink, cooing baby in the room, so I made sure to speak to my sister and her husband.  Albeit briefly.

Then….  It was my turn.  I was finally gonna get to meet my nephew.  I was finally gonna get to hold Little Charlie.  Oh, and have I mentioned that, while I do not have an addictive personality, I think I might have an addiction to babies.  I love everything about them!  Their sweet smell, the precious cupid’s bow lips, the beautiful color, and those feet!  Oh.  My.  Gosh.  Those adorable little piggies!!!  A strange desire comes over me whenever I see little baby piggies.  A desire that gets even stronger if I can hold said baby and smell said baby while looking at said baby’s little baby piggies.

At first sight, I was hooked!  That precious little baby boy is just beautiful.  He is perfect and wonderful and just…. beautiful.  It was love at first sight.  At first sight, at first smell, at first touch, and especially at first sound.  He cooed so sweetly.  He was just so stinkin’ cute!!!!  Immediately, I felt my addiction grab hold of me and begin the tug at my heart strings.  The tug that makes me think I want another baby.  This tug can be dangerous if I let it completely take hold of me.

Then, it occurred to me.

I’m an Auntie.  I have the best of both worlds with this little fella.  I get to love and cuddle and coo and swaddle this sweet little precious baby boy, and then I get to go home and sleep, and eat peacefully, and have sex every night if I want to, and go to the bathroom by myself, and watch an entire movie from start to finish uninterrupted, and shower alone, and read a book if I want to, and write a blog if I want to.

Insert reality here.

The high left me nearly as quickly as it had taken hold of me.

It occurred to me as we were walking back to the car to return home how truly lucky I am.  I’ve already experienced the newborn baby thing and made it through the toddler years.  I’ve trudged through the elementary school years and now I’m in the deep throes of the teenage years, or Hell, as I like to lovingly refer to this stage of development.

So, I’m thinking I really like this Auntie deal.  All that love to share, all that hope for another new life, all those elated baby feelings, and all the freedoms of having older children back home who can pretty much take care of themselves, and will soon be grown and gone.  I don’t want any more babies of my own, but I really think I’m gonna enjoy being an Auntie.

Big, Comfy, Cozy

It’s cold up here on the mountain this morning!  I mean really cold!  According to our handy dandy thermometer, it’s 29.3 degrees outside right now.  By the way, for those of you out there that might be wondering, right now just happens to be 8:15 am.  The fireplace is roaring and the little back up electric heater is humming right behind Mountain Man’s big, comfy, cozy chair.  The same chair that becomes my big, comfy, cozy chair throughout the day until he gets home from work.  But I’m still cold!

The funny thing is, the sun’s shining in a bright blue sky outside and to look out the windows, you’d think it was a nice, mild Fall day.  Nope.  Not up here anyway.

Oh well, I’ve got a ton of stuff I’ve gotta get done today before our weekend officially starts here at the cabin.  It’s funny how the older I get, the more I love just hanging around the house with my Mountain Man and our little family.  I’ve always said, it’s the little things in life that mean the most.  The little things, and on cold mornings like this, Mountain Man’s big, comfy, cozy chair.

Fall Colors

A great deal of people simply cannot understand why we live waaaaaaaaay up here on the top of the world.  Well, they say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I’ll just let these do the talking.

Secrets To Happiness

Here lately, life has been…


Well, I’m almost afraid to type the word for fear that I’ll jinx this new-found thing that’s going on around here.

Oh, what the heck.  I’m just gonna throw it out there.

I’m HAPPY!  I mean really happy!

Not that I’m usually angry or sad or anything like that.  I mean, yeah, every new day brings new challenges, disappointments, frustrations, and various other negative things.  I’m pretty sure that’s normal when you’re raising kids, taking care of a house and your family, trying to find new ways to save money and dealing with crazy extended family members.  But for the last little bit, I’ve just been super dooper looper giddy.  And it feels sooooooo good!

That doesn’t mean that everything is perfect in my little corner of the Universe.  Far from it, in fact.  But for whatever reason, it’s a lot easier to accept the bad when you’ve got the best surrounding you with love and acceptance each and every day.  I’ve known for a long time now that Mountain Man loves me for who I am, unconditionally.  But it never ceases to amaze me just how deep that love goes and just how much better things are knowing that he’s around.

So, I’m not sure if these are truly the secrets to happiness, but they’ve helped me immensely.

1) Don’t sweat the small stuff.

Things are not always gonna be perfect, no matter how hard you try.  There’s always gonna be laundry and dishes piling up, and from time to time, there’s gonna be “stuff” laying on every surface that will hold something.  That’s life.

2) You can’t fix everything, (or everyone).

You are one person and no matter how hard you try, you absolutely cannot fix all the world’s problems on your own.

3) You are not in control of anything!

When you stop and think about it, you really don’t have control over anything in this world except yourself and your own actions, and that’s even limited at times.  Once you wrap your mind around this concept, it’s easier to let things be and not worry about every little thing.

4) Worrying doesn’t help!  Period!

Seriously.  Does actual worrying ever fix anything?  No.  All it does is cause internal turmoil and angst.

5) Accept yourself.  

Don’t expect too much from yourself or other people.  Know your limitations and know when to say enough is enough.  Always strive for your best, but know that sometimes good enough is good enough.

6) Love yourself first and everything else will fall into place.

A very wise man has told me this repeatedly, but I’ve not fully mastered this one, just yet.  I fully see the logic behind this concept, but I’m constantly guilty of putting others in my life before me.  I think that’s an innate part of being a woman and a Mother.  I am starting to see the truth in this statement and I’ve put it into practice, just a little, here and there.  I kinda feel a little guilty when I do, though, so this one’s gonna require baby steps.

I’m pretty sure I’m not the first one to use these little tid bits and I’m certain I won’t be the last.  In fact, the very first phrase listed happens to be the title of a book!  These things just happened to enter my thoughts this morning and I thought I’d share.  Plus, there’s that whole thing I’ve got going where I’m trying to write something everyday.

Again, thank you for being patient with me.  I am, most definitely, a work in progress.

Not Yet

As I’ve previously stated in the past, I’m a Mountain Girl and I live almost at the tip top of a mountain.  I only make it to town about once a week to pick up supplies, groceries, household items, and of course, beer/liquor/any other form of alcohol that might be tempting me and/or Mountain Man at the time.  So when I went into one of our local Wally World, (Wal*Mart, or for some of you out there, the Wal*Marts,) yesterday to make some prints from our camera and grab some beer, I was practically assaulted with all things Christmas the second I walked in the door!

Red and green decorations hanging everywhere and on everything that could hold them.  Christmas trees decorated in every color scheme imaginable.  Christmas music blaring over the speakers.  Christmas layaway signs displayed throughout the electronics and toy departments.  Christmas candy and specialty holiday packaged foods and beverages on every end cap in the grocery department.  It was everywhere!!!

Now please don’t misunderstand and jump to ugly conclusions about me that involve images of this guy:


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or Mr. Scrooge.


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I happen to love Christmas and everything about it!  Well, except all the commercialism surrounding it.  But wait, I do actually enjoy shopping for gifts for my family and friends, so maybe I do like some of the commercialism.  Hmmmm.  The revelations revealed about oneself in a blog can be kinda funny when you think about it.

Back to my point.  Christmas is my favorite holiday of the year.  I love the entire holiday season.  Which should begin with Thanksgiving and end with New Year’s.  And therein lies my problem.  I started seeing Christmas stuff in the stores before Halloween even got here!  And now, it’s in full swing and it’s only November 5th!!!  We, as shoppers, should be able to enjoy each season/holiday individually without being bombarded with merchandise for the upcoming holidays before it’s time.  Right now, there should be fall colors adorning stores, complete with Turkeys, leaves, acorns, and football!!!

I know, I know.  My little rant is not gonna change the way stores have been marketing Christmas since probably before this ol gal was even born, but I hope that there are some readers out there that feel the same way I do.

And again, I repeat:  I’m not the Grinch or Mr. Scrooge!

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Home Sweet Home

This past weekend, Mountain Man and I took a little road trip out to the mid-West for a weddin’.  It was just us on this trip, no kids allowed!  As much as we love our kiddies, it was sooooooo wonderfully fantabulous to spend a few days alone together.  We enjoyed each other and the company of family and good friends and we’re already looking forward to the next time we get to be alone again.  If you know me personally, then you know that this doesn’t happen very often for us.

Nothing but the open road ahead of us.

One thing that always gets me when we head back to Mountain Man’s home state is just how flat everything is.  I’m talking flat!!!!!  This was my second trip to the mid-West, and it still just amazes me how far you can see.  It’s breathtaking.

Anybody that knows me knows that I love a good road trip and I love seeing different parts of this great nation of ours, but any of you that have ever been on a long road trip knows just how good it is to get back home, too.

Home Sweet Home

Now that’s more like it!  After living in our little slice of Heaven on earth, I’m not sure this Mountain Gal could ever live anywhere else in the world!  But I’ll be more than ready for the next road trip whenever the time comes!!!

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