Thursday, September 18, 2014

Narcissistic Fragments

Happy Dance picture because it's Friday, and that's what I do now here on Friday Frags:

You go, Captain Picard, you sexy galactic traveler, you.

Frag #1
I spent the better part of last weekend redesigning my blog when I should have been cleaning house and paying bills. It's looked the same for a long time and needed a makeover. As Hassan says in The Hundred-Foot Journey, "Perhaps 200 years is long enough." Or three years, in my case.

So...What do you think? I made it wider and changed the header and my blog button. Is it ok? Do you like it? Do you hate it? Do tell. Be honest, I can take it.

As you can tell from the quote above, I saw The Hundred-Foot Journey with my sister last weekend and loved it! Such a great message about being open to new experiences and new people in our lives. When we open ourselves up, we invite in opportunity and adventure. One small change or event in our lives that seems meaningless at the time could be the catalyst to a whole new exciting path for us. I recommend this movie to everyone!

I participated in Mama Kat's writer's workshop this week and wrote a tongue-in-cheek post about why I want to live in a travel trailer. You can check it out here if you want:

Frag #4
So, remember I told you I took a  class to learn ways to use Pinterest to drive traffic to my blog? Well, today was the last day of it and I learned a ton, I tell ya, a ton! Like the importance of making graphics like the one above and putting them in your posts so they can be pinned on Pinterest. 

I would recommend this class to anyone who wants to drive traffic to their blog and likes Pinterest. You'll learn how to arrange your boards, how keywords on your pins and boards help, and lots of other stuff. You can get details about the next class from Melissa over at Blog Clarity.

Do you Pinterest? If so, wanna be Pinterest friends? follow me from the widget in my sidebar and I promise to follow you back. Here's a peek at my Halloween Craft and DIY board: 

Follow Tiny Little Reveries's board Halloween Craft Reveries on Pinterest.

Fun, right?

And I just realized this entire post was me, me me. Do you like me? Did you read me? Will you follow me? Narcissistic, much?

Short frags this week. I need to back up my iPhone in hopes of getting an iPhone 6 tomorrow. I know. First world problems. And more me. How boring can I be??

Obtusely and narcissisticly yours,

Thanks to Mrs. 444 at Half-Past Kissin' Time for hosting Friday Fragments! You can read more frags or link up your own here:

Half-Past Kissin' Time

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

10 Reasons I Want to Live in a Travel Trailer

I've written a few times about how I want to live in a travel trailer. I  remember when this obsession (or disease, as my husband calls it) first set in. I was 18 years old and working at a Ford dealership.

Ford published a small  magazine they would distribute to their dealerships and in it one month was an excerpt from the book "Blue Highways" by William Least Heat-Moon. The author converted a Ford van into a travelling home (no kitchen or bathroom. Yeah, he was single) and set out across the U.S.

He stayed off Interstates and took highways and backroads (routes which appear in blue on maps) and visited small towns and heard the stories from folks with small lives but big hearts. And he wrote about it. It was filled with history, introspection, hope, and the wonder of the human spirit.

A wonderful book about travelling the backroads of America

I was hooked when I read the excerpt so I checked the book out from the library and read the whole thing. I loved it. I was on a different path in my life at the time, so I couldn't take off and do what he did, but oh, how I wanted to. That book stirred up a wanderlust in me that's been simmering ever since.

But I  won't blather on about my past right now. That's for another yawnfest post. My point is, I have never told you all the reasons why I want to live in a travel trailer. So I made a little list for you.

Living in a trailer and travelling wherever there are roads is my dream.

10.  The hubs and I would have our own accommodations, so friends we want to visit can't say they don't have room. You would be surprised how many of our friends are constantly remodeling their guest rooms. Most have even done it more than once! And it always turns out to be right when we want to come visit them for a couple weeks. Go figure.

It's really too bad that they miss out on our company because, quite frankly, we're charming.

Now if we had a travel trailer, why, we can just pull right on up in front of their house, hook up to their electricity, and us and our 5 dogs will be cozy as bedbugs. Just like when Eddie and Catherine visited the Griswold's for Christmas.

Eddie and Catherine show up uninvited at the Griswold's Christmas
Don't they seem like fun people to have as company? (Source)

A rundown RV is parked in front of the Griswold's house for Christmas
Can't imagine why our friends wouldn't want this parked in front of their house. She's a beaut! (Source)
9.  The kids can't move back home.  Awww, son, you spent all your money on a big screen and computer games and now you can't afford your rent? Wish we could help ya out, but no room, don't-cha-know. 

Awww, sweetie, you've been off footloose and fancy free in Hawaii and have run out of money while we've paid your cell phone bill and insurance and been taking care of your dog for 8 months, and now you need to stay somewhere while you work a job for a while? Darn. And us in our travel trailer with just one little bedroom. Shoot. Shootie Shoot Shoot. Too bad.

8.  If we don't like our neighbors, we can just up and drive away. Nosy neighbors are the worst. Always peeking out their curtains at your comings and goings and yelling at their husbands to come and watch what you're doing. 

Oh wait...that was Gladys from Bewitched. 

We actually don't know our neighbors very well, but if we did I bet we wouldn't like them and it would be nice if we could just drive on away from them. I'm sure it would be nice for them too. 

7.  No HOA rules to follow. Don't you hate HOAs? They're right up there with nosy neighbors. So we have a weed or 54895215 in the front yard, leave our trash cans on the curb a day or three after trash day, and our dogs bark incessantly a little - what's the big deal? You'd think we were living in freakin' Beverly Hills or something. I'll gladly trade HOA for KOA any day.

6.  I'd have interesting things to blog about. In a travel trailer, we'd be on the move all the time (other than the two or three weeks we'd park in front of our friend's houses). We'd be meeting new people and seeing interesting things and I'd have more exciting things to blog about than the time my Internet died or the things that happen in our bedroom at night or the time I went clothes shopping on Halloween and forgot to wear spanx. So see? You'd benefit too, if only I could live in a travel trailer. Maybe I should put a donation thingy in my sidebar to help the cause. 

5.  We would accumulate less crap because we'd have no place to put it. I buy containers to store crap. Then I buy things to store the containers in that hold the crap. Then I pin pictures of how I wish all my crap looked when it was stored. Then I buy more crap. It's time to admit I have a problem and stop the crapness. Maybe I could write off the trailer as crap addict therapy. I think the Obama plan covers that.

4.  No yard work. These are the three little words I long to hear every day. I force my family to do yard work, but no one in our house really likes doing it. Hence the aforementioned issues in #7 above. In a travel trailer we won't be anywhere long enough for the weeds to grow. And if they do, we can just move.

3.  We would actually be travelling. With a full time job and limited vacation time, we don't get to travel very often. Sure, I can get away and take my annual sister's trip for a few days, or go camping, or get away with the hubby, but we can't go too far or stay too long because we have to come back. If we lived in a travel trailer, guess what? No mortgage or rent to pay! With expenses cut, we could figure out a way to make enough money on the road to sustain us. 

And as Latin philosopher Augustine of Hippo said, "The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page." I want to read the whole damn book. Or at least the parts of it that I can drive to.

2. A small trailer means a small amount of cleaning. It's just plain science. The amount of cleaning is in direct proportion to the size of the dwelling. I'm tired of dusting and vacuuming and mopping and cleaning bathrooms. If we lived in a travel trailer I could spend my time more meaningfully like browsing Pinterest, playing Sims and making comics hiking and writing and talking with people.

1.  I could have a view with my coffee in the morning. I want to wake up, take my coffee outside, and sip it while looking at a lovely view every day. Mountains, beach, desert...wherever. As long as it's beautiful and changes frequently.

And those are all the reasons I want to live in a travel trailer. Lastly, I leave you with this picture, that my friend Kim, who doesn't blog anymore, but posts amazing pictures on Instagram, sent me via Pinterest:

Cutest carved pumpkin ever
This is so flippin' cute I can't stand it. (Source)
Trailing behind,

This post is for Mama Kat's world famous Writer's Workshop, in which (wow, try to say that 5 times fast) I choose the topic "Write a blog post inspired by the word: Travel". If you've never participated in Mama Kat's workshops, you totally should! Just head on over, choose a topic, and link up!

Mama’s Losin’ It

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Fat Friday Frags

Didn't Friday take forever to get here? I had Monday off work too, so I had a short week, but man am I ready for it to be over. Cookie Monster happy dance:

It's Cookie Monster because I just confirmed I gained 6 pounds. I thought I gained a little, but was avoiding the scale and had a doc appointment today where they made me step on it. dammit.

I need to get my 6-pound-heavier-butt in gear now, I suppose.

Anyhoo, I'm getting off track because the point is that it's Friday Frag time. You know, that day when you can put all the little thoughts and odds and ends from your week that aren't enough to fill a whole post, but are worth mentioning, into one post? And that was the longest, kludgiest sentence ever.

Half-Past Kissin' Time

Frag #1
My sister and I went off on our now-annual sister's trip last weekend. I'll give you the whole low-down this weekend and link to it in next week's frags, but suffice it to say, we had a grand time. 

There was the usual bickering about my hot flash situation and her general unreasonableness, but several margaritas and some whiskey set it all right. At least for a little while. But that's a whole 'nother blog post.

Here's a couple pics of the beautiful scenery:

Cedar Breaks, Utah

Cedar Breaks, Utah

Brian Head, Utah
Aaaand here's my sister:

You see what I have to deal with?

Frag #2
We had some serious flooding in Moapa, a little town Northeast of us. A portion of Interstate 15, the main highway to and from Utah, was washed away and will be shut down for weeks while they repair it. This happened a day after we got back from Utah, fortunately. We got some rain at our house, but not bad at all. Other areas of town were completely flooded. Here's a pic of Moapa and the Interstate:

Moapa, Nevada (Source)

Interstate 15, Nevada (Source)
 No lives lost, but some scared folks over there, now trying to pick up the pieces.

Frag #3
So, I signed up for a class on how to use Pinterest to generate traffic to your blog or website. (and yes, I do realize how ridiculously shallow that sounds after the aforementioned flooding. I maybe should have eased into it.) 

Anyway, It's a 2 week online course and this was the first week. I had no idea I needed a strategy to really benefit from Pinterest and am astounded at how much traffic it can generate if you use it right. 

Mind you, I haven't seen the astounding traffic yet, but others who are taking the class say most of their blog traffic comes from Pinterest. We'll see what happens as I apply what I learn. In the meantime, it's a fun class - I mean, how could it not be, it's Pinterest, for crying out loud.

If anyone is interested, it's offered through Melissa, over at Blog Clarity. She has lots of great tips and classes for bloggers.

Frag #4
I read a beautiful blog post this week about accepting those we love for who they are, despite addiction, mental illness, or any other ailment or issue they may have. As a parent of an addict, sometimes we get spun up about why our child is the way they are, or why they can't change, or how we could have done something different to prevent their addiction to begin with. But all of that worry is exhausting and doesn't help.

And in the end, all we can do is love them. No regret. No blame. Just love. "We get who we get and we love who we love," are the blogger's poignant words. If you'd like to read it, it's a short post by Annette at Just For Today and the link goes right to the post.

I'm so grateful that my daughter is in recovery.

Frag #5
Lastly, to end this post on a lighter note, here's a comic I made a while back. Click on the little 4 arrow thingy in the right corner to enlarge it:

Frag #6
And lastly, lastly, because I almost forgot to mention it and how ungrateful would that be...I won a blog giveaway this week!!

Airing My Dirty Laundry (and isn't that the cutest name??) had a blog giveaway for a $15 Fandango gift card and I won it! Now all I have to do is decide how to use it -  girl's night or date night...hmmm.

Check out her blog if you get time, she's really funny.

So now that's it for my frags this week. Hope y'all have a great weekend! If you want to write your own Friday Frags, head on over to Half-Past Kissin' Time and link up!

Fatly yours,

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Winging It Wednesday (Eve)

Y'all can come on back to my blog now. I'm over the I-had-a-dream-and-I'm-going-to-write-a-sappy-poem-about-it mood. So go ahead...come on out. It's safe.

I'm going on our now annual sister's trip tomorrow. Sis and I are going to Brian Head Utah to stay in a friend's cabin, only I found out it's not a cabin, it's a condo in the city of Brian Head. With a jacuzzi! No schlepping it in a tent this year and we don't even have to gather our own firewood because the cabin is stocked with wood for the fireplace.  Awesome Sauce!

So, no Friday Frag post this week because I won't be here, but hopefully I'll have a good story to tell when we get back and lots of pictures to share. I know you're thinking, "Yay. Vacation pictures," but I promise not to be boring.

Maybe I'll throw in a comic if there is anything comic worthy that happens.

So I'm thinking of doing a meme thing on Wednesdays called Wing It Wednesday where I free write for a paragraph or two or six.

No back spacing, no deleting, no thinking...just writing...about anything.  I've never made a practice of free writing but I've been reading that it's good practice for the writing skills.

Anyhoo....would anyone else be interested in that? Not in reading my dribble, particularly, but in participating? I could do one of those linky things I see other bloggers use and I've never used and make it all official like. Just curious.

Actually, maybe someone is already doing a free write meme. I didn't google and check. Guess I'll do that. I don't want to be a blogger-toe-stepper-oner.

Gotta go pack now.  Can't find my bathing suit.

Not skinny dipping chick signing off.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Just One More Day

A poem about time and kids and change

I had a dream they were babies again,
my three grown kids, now self-sustained.

In my dream I was still their whole world.
My hugs and affection all ails would cure.

I held them close and caressed their faces
while tiny hands wrapped 'round me in soft embraces.

So small, so young, so innocent;
I breathed in deep, their sweet baby scent.

My soul felt light as I lay there dreaming
of me and my babies, before Time's scheming.

From my blissful trance I didn't want to awake
but sleep's veil fell away; my joy dawn did take.

"Just one more day," were the words that slipped from my lips
as wistful tears fell while I lay there transfixed.

Just one more day, please, to stroke their soft hair
and snuggle with them in our old rocking chair.

Just one more day when my kiss and soft words
could soothe all their fears and pain from this world.

Just one more day to say silly things
like "Don't eat bugs" and "No, you won't grow wings,"
instead of more grown-up expressions
like "Why do drugs?" and "I can't fix your depression."

Just one more day of playing dress up with hats,
swinging at the park, and watching Rugrats.

Just one more day of snug bedtime stories
before the dark nights fill their heads with life's worries.

Memories are fickle and time is swift,
so one more day as babes is what I wished.

But time doesn't go back, it cruelly goes onward.
So I got out of bed, my nostalgia ignored.

Now every time on my bed I lay
I pray my dreams bring me, just one more day.

**Can you tell it's past time to refill my hormone cream?

Wistfully Yours,
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