My actual Friday; well, everyone’s I suppose. Not like I own Friday. Not yet anyway. Someday when I master world domination maybe. But not today.
Yes, I’ve been up since 2am. Well, up and down and back up again. Before you blame the coffee, that’s actually how I’d get back to sleep. Yep, nothing works right on me. So I guess I’ll swallow a bottle of Nytol before hitting the road. Just kidding.
I think the full gravity of what I’ve done is finally sinking in on me. I’ve booked a cabin for all 8 of us (counting Mushy) for four days. Four days of people. Constant Noise. Late Night Conversation. Beginning with Blondie riding up with me (the guys are coming later) and will want to tell me all about her most recent ‘thing’ - she’s enrolled in college online.
Calm down. Many people do it including several of my buddies here. But this kid, I know this kid. Maybe she’s changed and will finally follow through and finish ONE thing in her life she’s started. And I will smile and be the best cheerleader I can because I’m not new here. Twenty five years of wasting breath with advice only to be told later ‘I’m sorry, you were right. I should have listened.’ It get’s old. And I’ve changed where she hasn’t. So the whole drive up to the cabin she’ll be chattering about this ‘rent-a-center’ version of college courses she’s taking and I’ll be smiling and nodding while but inside I’ll be
It’s raining here which can mean two things. Well, three actually. The rain will cool the temperatures down a little and make for a nice weekend. It can continue raining and make for a weekend indoors with teenage boys who’ll smell like wet dogs. It can elevate to storm and wipe out the cabin. Or I guess, four things… it hasn’t rained up there at all. This is the south where it can rain and only half the yard gets wet.
All Things Food ~ I’ve decided ‘this’ will be the weekend to refocus on my eating habits, intake, and portions. NOT because I’m expecting any great change, although that would be nice, but it will give me something to do to occupy my thoughts whenever I want to run screaming into the woods or hide out in my room. I’m the ultimate introvert when there is a group around. I just want my peace and quiet. So it’s that… play ‘count the calories’ in my head all weekend or double the xanax.
It’ll be especially easy as the trade for me footing the bill for the cabin for everyone is Blondie’s crew is supposed to do the food. Which means Mr. Blondie does the cooking. Yep, they’ve got one of those marriages. While I’m not crazy about her absence of domestic skills I do have to hand it to her on figuring ‘that’ one out. I sure as heck didn’t but will certainly sit her down and ask for pointers if I ever get another ‘fella’. The only bad part about it is, his cooking is bad. Really bad.
I’ll just stick to ‘my food’ and consider myself brilliant I thought of this ‘get out of food-poison-jail free’ card.
I’ve taken a couple of ‘real books’ with me and have already prefaced I need to catch up on my reading so anytime anyone walks into the same room as me I’ll just
And .. then I’ll come home and tell y’all all about it (unless there’s WIFI and I get desperate to type on a kindle; I’m not taking a laptop .. that’s as unplugged as I get)
Well, I’ve packed everything but the kitchen sink because they promise there’s one of those there. Not really, I just packed some ‘staples’ in the event they pull the old ‘we left our wallets at home’ trick. Waffles and oatmeal with peanut butter it is, is it? Bon Appetite.
I truly am roughing it myself. I’m not taking the Keurig OR my coffee frother. I shouldn’t. I hate that I always enjoy the coffee ANYwhere better than I do at home. I’m not sure if it’s the water, walls, or what. It isn’t the brand.
Anyway, time to rattle B’s cage ~ get her up and on her feet. Get outta here before I change my mind. Get going and doing something before I start making up reasons to cancel.
Here I go…..
Bella Battles Beavers Bend
