lifeinflux

Driving the fifty…

When I was eight, I climbed into the hatchback of my aunt's and uncle's Civic and rode from Raleigh, North Carolina through Tennessee to Paragould, Arkansas.  We then headed north driving through countless states until arriving to spend a week at Yellowstone National Park.  From there we took off west, driving through Utah and Nevada.  We drove end to end through Cherry County, Nevada, 100 miles of nothing going 80 miles an hour.  I dipped my toes in rivers, streams, and creeks.   I learned to s...

My life of late… better know as insanity

I'm a chronic volunteer.   I cannot stand a need not getting done.  I'm Type-A, except when I'm not.  And then I'm so Type C you wonder where all that OCD, anal-retentive, I alphabetize my DVDs and color-coordinate my outfits to my underoos, dominant - and occasionally domineering - life is a project and I must manage it, personality goes.   Well, I'm here to give you the answer.  My Type-A personality goes to Madagascar.   Why Madagascar?   I don't know.  I just like saying "Madagascar".   But ...

Count your many blessings…

I know what you're doing right now... you're counting down from week one to two to three to um... six?    Yes, I know how to count and no, I did not bump my head and go into a coma for two weeks.  Nor did I contract swine flu and spend the last two weeks in bed (although lord-a-mercy the thought of two weeks in bed just sounds so good right now).    Weeks 4 and 5 are coming!   They are, in fact, being written right now, at this very minute, while you sit here reading about this week, week 6.  So...

Invasion of the Body Snatchers

I want to full-on, smooch all over the person who invented Tamiflu because without this little wonder drug, I wouldn't be posting at all.   Instead, I'd be cleaning up projectile vomit for the second night in a row and wishing I would just die and put myself out of my own misery.  But I'm leaping ahead of my entire week and starting with the ending.  While this is just like me, I figure if you're reading you want the entire recap and not just praise of my new H1N1-destroying wonder drug. Hone...

Halloween to Hoochie-ween (and really not much in between)

Shopping for Halloween costumes with my tween is akin to getting a root canal. I've never had a root canal but I know people who have and they never emerge from the dentist's chair smiling. In fact, they often look like they are caught in that place between sheer, outright pain and Novocaine and it's not a good place to be. And that's the look on my face after visiting multiple Halloween stores and Party City.   Because Drue is tall, she no longer fits into child-sized costumes. While they sti...