Have I mentioned this summer has been difficult to blog?
After I had my miscarriage, there was an ill timed pregnancy announcement. It hurt.
I wanted to make sure I didn’t do something similar here.
There has been a difficult death in the family. Trying to find humor in life or finding the irony in situations just seemed wrong. There is no humor or irony in death sometimes. And I don’t want anyone to think it doesn’t matter by carrying on as if nothing happened.
Because something happened and it was important.
My other problem this summer is due to my desire to write a scathing blog about a couple who divorced their spouses to be together. I don’t believe in public shaming. And I know I don’t know the whole story. I just know the end result and it’s sad.
So many people are affected by two people’s decisions. Or just one person’s. It’s been hard to wrap my head around it.
Don’t get me wrong. We’ve had fun this summer. We’ve been to camp and seen family and gone swimming and just chilled.
It’s just also been a heavy summer that needed some quiet time.
I think I’ll be grateful for school to start.
When my kids start asking me if I knew Sacagawea when I was a child.
At least Build A Bear is having a resurgence.
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I think I committed a social faux pas. At the same time, I’ve been watching reruns of House, which may be skewing my level of social acceptability. If I use House as my baseline, I was as polite as one would be to the Queen.
My husband got some gift certificates to Cabela’s and decided we should get some camping gear and a hunting rifle. I spent my time looking at Columbia clothing on clearance, but that only lasted about ten minutes. So I wandered over.
I don’t know much about guns and I generally don’t hang out by them. I saw some amazing replicas of 1800’s revolvers. I told my husband a real man would hunt with black powder revolvers while taking the law into his own hands. He ignored me.
So I looked around a bit. I saw a couple buying a rifle. The woman, in a tank top, was leaning over the display case. I didn’t pay much attention until she turned around and I saw she was breast feeding.
No blanket. Just sort of out there. And that’s when I committed the faux pas. I stared. I will admit it. I stared. I normally don’t pay any attention at all to breast feeding and I have no real opinion about covering up or where you should breast feed. Do what you think is best, I say.
That being said.
If you choose to breast feed while buying a rifle, I don’t think it’s beyond the scope of imagination to think you’re gonna get a few looks.
Rifle…. Scope…. I don’t know much about guns and yet I just made a HILARIOUS pun.
I think seeing my husband taking down an Elk with one of these would be sexy. Unless he got gored because of how close he’d have to get to actually hit the elk.
Jogging is getting easier.
While in Utah, I mentioned to my 20-something niece I needed to go jogging and she said she would like to go along the Provo River Trail and I should go with her so we could drop a car off at the bottom and only have to jog one way. I’m all about only jogging one way.
So I put on jogging shorts and a jogging shirt and a compression sleeve because this is Provo after all and fashion counts. I even had my cool triathlon sunglasses on and my Ipod nano with the headphones that are sweat and water proof except the wires are coming out of the protective sleeve so they might not be anything proof and one day electrocute me because I sweat like no other.
And then we went jogging together.
By jogging together, I mean that we were on the same path, except for that parking lot I got lost in, until my niece finished 20 minutes ahead of me and then I was jogging by myself while she walked to her car and had a nice cool drink of ice water.
It was pretty. And it was the farthest I’ve ever gone. But I posted it on Facebook and now my-slightly-older-but-much-more-in-shape cousin who runs-all-the-time said she’d like to run it with me.
I’m going to have to buy a cuter jogging outfit.
NOT Provo worthy
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So my goal has been to write but summer is… summer. I find myself taking my kids all over the place just so I don’t have to hear them say: “I’m bored.” (And when they do say it I can then rattle off all the places I’ve taken them and then talk about what an amazing mother I am for at least 5 minutes while they have to sit there.)
A few weeks ago I went to Utah to do some school shopping. (A total bust for the boys. They still only had short sleeve shirts in the stores I visited. And my 6 year old is still deciding if he’s a size 7 or 8. I’m hoping he grows the extra half inch, BEFORE I buy pants.) And we went to Chuckie Cheese and a water park and the new Percy Jackson movie. I couldn’t do much writing in the movie theater, but I did pretty good at Chuckie Cheese and the water park.
I recommend writing at Chuckie Cheese. It has unlimited Diet Pepsi.
This would be better proof if the notebook were actually open.
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I recently went on a trip. All by myself. I didn’t even need an adult chaperone. And I didn’t have to wear an underage badge pinned to my shirt.
I’ve realized this year that I tend to travel a lot. I thought I’d pass on some of the immense amount of knowledge I’ve acquired.
Airplanes are chilly. Socks are a wonderful idea when you are wearing sandals. I generally wear subtle ones so as not to draw attention to myself.
You may have to look closely. I swear I’m wearing socks.
Make yourself comfortable.
A wall is technically not furniture so it’s ok to put your foot on it.
Only rent cars from people who check for dents with the largest possible flashlights available. But make sure they don’t swing around too fast and dent your rental with the largest available flashlights possible.
They don’t sell them. I asked.
I’m worried about Barry Manilow. I think karma may get him. I’m waiting to hear.
Last time I mentioned a writing retreat I went to. It was Thursday to Saturday. I was pretty much in a class or discussing writing. My friend called me and told me she had 2 free tickets to Barry Manilow. I had an appointment I was able to switch so I could make it to the concert. So I just happened to be in the state on the night Barry would be performing; I had free tickets and I was able to go.
I WAS MEANT TO GO.
So I got in my car and started driving. It was about an hour drive to the stadium. I was ten minutes away. I was making good time. I was pretending my name was Mandy when my friend texted:
HE CANCELLED. Five minutes before the doors were to open and he cancelled.
The universe had symbiotically come together to allow me to go to Barry. THE UNIVERSE wanted me to go to Barry Manilow.
And he cancelled. I’m worried what the universe might do.
I own this but I don’t have a matching boa and now I never will.
I just went to a writing retreat. One of the presenters, Ann Cannon, is a columnist and blogger. She says that consistency is the key. I thought I’d try it for a while. It will be scientific research.
And then I’ll publish it as a thesis
And get an honorary doctorate
And I’ll make everyone call me Doctor Marianne
Or maybe Your Excellency
And I’ll get an endorsement from the Nordstrom Shoe department
And take my family on a Disney Adventure.
This has nothing to do with this post. But it’s really hot right now and this picture isn’t. I wish I was writing this in a pool.
And all of this can be mine if I’m consistent.
I guess it would help if I were consistent with blogging…