It's just so many things are happening out here in the sticks that I keep thinking "That would make a great blog post" or "My Tadpoles would laugh at that" or I just sit around composing this stuff in my head.
And it fills up. Poor Steven works such long hours and with a 5 hour commute I can't bear to dump it on him when he comes home, but . . .the internet being the sketch bitch that it is. . .
Here's what I have so far -
- Finding out I still had internet time this morning [Verizon you continue to SUCK] I was answering emails when suddenly our local deer - yes, we have a deer that we have named Duchess, that eats in our front yard almost everyday - decided to walk up to our screened in porch and SNIFF me. Ummm, mmmmkay. I thought my heart was going to shoot out of my chest. She was THAT close. Hello!? Wild animal. The dog damn near fainted. That was fun to watch. She has wanted to chase Duchess forever. Then she got a good look at how big the ol' girl is up close and personal. . .and well, I think she has been disabused of that idea. Forever. ha.
- Squirrel and I were tooling around town [a relative term, "town", meaning we have a bank, a post office and yes! a liquor store] Anyhoodle - we took the fork in the road home and there is triangular median that meets the road. And in that small patch of grass was a horse. Eating grass. Just munching happily away like it had all the time in the world to enjoy his lunch. I lost it laughing. Poor Squirrel thought I was going to wreck Ozcarz I was laughing so hard. I mean, really - who sees a horse in a median? No bridle, no owner in sight. Just hanging out. I admit it was pretty cool, but it was so, so. . .weird.
- When we lived up north I would kiss my husband goodbye, he saying "I love you" and my response always being "Drive safe." It means I love you too, but it was always my wish that he be careful and come home to me. He knew. Now that his commute is so long I have added a tag to the "Drive safe" and I whisper "I miss you already." It breaks my heart to see him leave in the morning. It is so far away and I miss him painfully. Does that sound dramatic? Clingy? He doesn't think so. He loves me, but mygawd, these days are so long. He called at 8 pm last to tell me he was leaving and he said "I'll see you shortly." The tears that came to my eyes burned, hot. I could barely speak. "Shortly" is what he would say when we lived in Sterling and his commute was 30 minutes. I knew it would 10:30 before I saw him. There is no "shortly" in that time frame.
- This is going to sound so petty and rotten, but I have to say it. I have always wished for a smaller, one level home. The doctors have told me as much for over 3 years. Now our temporary digs are just that and darn if I haven't run out of things to do. I can clean and do all the laundry by noon on Monday. I think I may wear out the carpet in the bedroom vacuuming it so often. I have always liked house cleaning if I was able to do it and laundry too - but being on one level in a little house is too easy. I really can't believe I just typed that. Okay, well - bonus points, for once I am not bitchin'? Hee. It would be perfect to live here forever if Steven's commute wasn't so long.
- As it is - gas is killing us. Even if he takes Ozcarz, we are still average over $100 a week. That is a lot considering. And gas is cheaper here, but still. He looks so cute in my car tho' - so I can almost look past it. I do miss my car when he is gone with it - not as much as I miss my husband you understand.
- Oh, and about Ozcarz. I wrote a post a few back about how much everyone seems to love him. I am beginning to think no one in central Virginia has seen a jalapeno green car before. People smile when I drive by [that is SO cool] and I walked out of the grocery store the other day to find Steven talking to a stranger [now our friend, I think, HI Hank! ::waving::] about my car. They talked for 10 minutes. This happens all the time. Ozcarz' brand [Chevy Spark] comes in other colors, but we have all agreed that they don't look as neat or as fun as the green that is him. I don't know, but sometimes, at night, I sit in the garage and stare at him. He makes me happy. Weird, right? I have a lot to be thankful for, but that car is just such fun. hee
- Finally, thank you so much for the comments you left on the last post. I had to get that all out there. I am trying Tadpoles. I am, but sometimes even I snap. And snap back. I wasn't talking about any of you. The ones poking me aren't even on my blogroll and I didn't write that post to hurt anyone, Tadpole or not, it's just can't some people just leave things be? Why do people insist on beating a dead horse? It's DEAD, get off of it already. I grow weary from enough going on here I shouldn't have to want to avoid the interwebs too. See what I mean? Really tho', thank you. You are an incredibly strong group of women and men - a luckier woman than I couldn't be found to have friends such as you - I just wish the ones that bring me down would understand when I say "Enough" and leave it alone. Thank you again for understanding.
I will say it again, because I think it everyday and I mean it - I miss you all so much. Thank you.
See ya' on the flipside. Smile loudly - Life is a GIFT!
xo Janine [SkippyMom]