Here’s the thing about boredom. It will get you into trouble. For instance right now I am bored out of my gourd. I’ve cleaned, falling back on that old motherly saying, if your bored you can clean your room…I know you’ve all heard of it and I’m sure some, if not all of you have said it. Well I have cleaned now more then I normally do in a week and I’m on to procastinating and being bored by posting gibberish and nonsense.

I tried, I really did, to come up with something witty or something that had even a bit of relevance to anything. Maybe a clever joke, but probably most of you know by now that I’m not all that clever. So here I am being wicked and evil taking up space in you subscription reading area by doing what I do best, blathering on about nothing.  See I told you boredom was bad. 

Next time I’ll try to come up with something worth reading but the outlook isn’t good right. Of course even though you can’t tell from this post, I am an optimist, so who knows. For now I’m just stealing space AHHAHAHA…

Maybe I would better serve myself by getting on line and finding a good book on grammar and punctuation since this is full of fragmented sentences and really bad period placement. Okay that’s what I’ll do. I’m off.

I’ll stop taking up space now.

Really I’m going.

You know you really don’t mind. I mean after all if you had something better to do you wouldn’t be reading this.

Hey Kiss Me Kate’s on. I’m going to Brush Up My Shakespeare… Then you’ll all Cow Tow. 

What’s cow tow? I’m sure I can guess but I wonder what the origins are. Maybe pulling a cow along by a lead? that doesn’t seem right. If you know let me know so it stops bothering me I’m sure I won’t be able to stop thinking about it now, It’s just going to bug me fore…okay I’m over it.  Boy this is a fun movie. The end. What did we ever do before Turner Classic Movies. Watch the news maybe?  I hadn’t realized Bob Fosse was in that.

Okay Bye.I really am going. I mean I have better things to do then typing just to take up space. Right!? I mean I think I do. Somebody tell me what. Alright your no help I’ll figure it out myself.  

Oh good the bus is almost here. Bye.

I remember where I was five years ago, as I’m sure we all do.I also remember  how I felt, sick and helpless, depressed and vengeful. My first thought was we need to go in there and wipe them out.

I guess I was thinking of the Middle East. I just wanted the President to order the people responsible blown up.  And then as the day wore on and I watched the footage over and over and heard the commentary and waited for a decision to be made…were we going to war? It occurred to me that there was no obvious person or country responsible. It wasn’t like every person in Afghanistan got together and said lets attack America. There were Mothers and children there, that were probably waiting just like I was, to hear if they were going to war. That had just as much control over the situation as I did. None.

 Today, I fear more for the safety of my children being taken by a stranger or running into the road. Unless I hear something on television I live in blissful ignorance of terrorism. I only have to imagine worrying about them being by a car that might blow up or stepping onto the sidewalk and into crossfire. About soldiers walking into my home and killing my family on accident because they are so fearful for their own lives, that they mistake panic at intrusion for a threat. Luckily I only have to imagine.

I hope that this post isn’t offensive to anyone. It isn’t a reflection of how I feel about war or what I think of America. I know how lucky I am to live here. And I am grateful to the men and women who defend and serve our country. I’m just being contemplative on a day that will forever be full of grief for so many people all over the world.

Today while I was out and about I heard a sound that made my heart sing, a musical putter that reminded me of my youth, a volkswagen beetle.

The first car I bought for myself was a bug.  I got pulled over so many times in that car. Once I got pulled over for going two miles over the speed limit in a hospital zone. The most common reason given was that my car was loud, to which my response would be’ it’s an air cooled engine officer.’ It was funny because when an officer would come to my car window, you could tell they were surprised that I wasn’t a druggy. They would smile and chat a bit and send me on my way. This should tell you what a polly-anna I look like, of course they were right, I don’t drink or do drugs… makes you wonder what I do, doesn’t it?

So I  look like an angel. I am. (I can see my sister scoffing at her computer.)

 I had to sell my little bug when I was in college. My husband bought me a Volkswagen cabriole convertible the first year of our marriage. Which I loved to drive through the valley in Utah. I used it year round because if it did snow, it was gone in the morning. I had a second job working at a newspaper. There’s nothing like a convertible to deliver papers in.  We drove it to California and Las Vegas a couple of times, and a friend and I went to a concert at the Canyons in it, where we laughed because we were sure everyone thought we were lesbians. Of course it was an Indigo Girls concert  so everyone was probably  wondering about everyone.

I had to sell it when we had our daughter  Truthfully it wasn’t much fun trying to drive it in Michigan winters or stretching into the back to put Charlie in his car seat.

But today when I heard that wonderful tin like putter I knew that It won’t be long and I’ll be shopping for another one. A VW Thing would be fun but probably a classic VW convertible will be it.

Of course it’s completely impractical and with three kids it’s all about practicality now. Maybe it could be my midlife crisis car. If I’m having one of those in my early thirties though I’m concerned, I’d like to live past sixty into my early eighties at least.  I guess for now I’ll have to enjoy cruising ebay, dreaming, and thinking once again, about someday.

I see I need to figure out how to set the date stamp on my camera.

Isabelle did want to wear her “zucchini” today but I told her it was all sandy and in the wash, which it was. Rubymae1029 had a great idea about wearing it under her clothes… I hadn’t thought of that if she wants to wear it tomorrow I’ll let her do that, it can’t hurt right and it will save me an argument. Thanks Rubymae.

I dragged the kids to the beach today, as you can see they really hated it. Isabelle wore her zuchinni, as she calls it, and she wants to wear it to school tomorrow. She’ll forget I hope. Summer isn’t over until Sept. 21 I don’t know why people insist it ends on Labor Day. The beach was empty which made it easier to watch the monsters so I’m grateful. Cooper enjoyed it because he got to follow the ducks all over, I’m not sure how the ducks felt about it.                                                                                                                                                             

THE CHOICES YOU MAKE DICTATE THE LIFE YOU LEAD. I think this is Shakespeare but I’m not sure. It doesn’t matter who said it, it’s true, but what if your choices are made for you? What then?  

This isn’t one of my monsters, I just thought it was funny.

Tomorrow two of my brood will be in school full time! Now if I can just find someone to pawn the baby off on for a few hours, I might have the house to myself. Oh bliss… I haven’t been alone in my own house for probably two years!

Ya know, now that I’m really thinking about this it doesn’t sound that great I mean what would I do?

 Besides clean without tripping over someone who “just want’s to help”, read a book without hearing ”MOM, Isabelle’s hitting me” or “MOM ,Charlies changing the channel”or my personal favorite “MOM,Coopers trying to stick cereal up my nose.”

I mean really I don’t need to try and work in my studio without an entourage or use my laptop without a monster on my lap begging to play games on Noggin right?  

The truth is I’m going to miss them and I know twelve years from now they’ll be running off with their friends and I’ll be crying over my empty house. Twelve years isn’t that long, a drop in the bucket in the grand scheme of things. Right? Someone tell me I’m right quick so I can keep deluding myself!  

Anyway here’s to hoping I get everyone out the door on time  and with all their clothes on.

Ahh… Home again. I miss my sister and nephew already but I’m so glad to be back with my husband and the boys. You just can’t please me can ya?!

Detroit always gets a bad rap. It does have some places that are a bit scary but there’s also a lot that’s great. We spent most of the day geocaching yesterday, My sister is trying to get her one hundredth find. (we left with only one short, too many of them were missing or stolen or we just couldn’t find them and needed more hints.

 For those of you who don’t know what geocaching is, it’s when you use millions of dollars worth of government satellites to find a tupperware container. You use a GPS or global positioning system to follow coordinates to a place where someone has hidden the cache which is usually some sort of container with little goodies in it and a log that you sign saying you were there.

 I enjoy the finding part the most and the kids love it because if you take goodies you can trade for whats in the cache. Even though it’s usually burger king toys or pencils or inexpensive what- nots, to them it’s bootie from a treasure chest.(although I’m sure pirates didn’t leave things in exchange or in tupperware.

 I think I prefer to go here in Northern Mich because we do a lot that are woods walks. But In the city it’s a whole other game. We went all over Belle Isle which is beautiful if you ever get a chance to go. We tried to do an ally find but it had been taken. We did one at Western University called “Outside In” That was clever… after we drove around a bit and walked one floor of the building my sister discovered a court yard that was inside the building. Very tricky.  We also did one at the Pewobic Pottery, were they make craftsmen style tiles, bowls, stuff… It has been operating since 1883  and is the only one like it in Michigan, It’s also worth seeing.

Then we drove through Gross Pointe and stared at the multimillion dollar homes that look like museums. Then this morning my Mom, Is and I went to the new Ikea store where I spent wayyyyy to much money, which is why I’ll probably never be able to afford one of those homes. lol

All in all a great weekend. Oh I also saw a pot hole that swallowed half of a traffic barrel. It was something to see. We took pictures and I’m sure my sister will be posting them soon I’ll let you know so you can check it out. I know,of all  the fun stuff we did this trip  I’m in awe of a pothole. All I can say is when you see it you will understand.

Hope you all had at least half of the fun I did, if you did it was a good time. Ang