Dance Out Loud Thursday

I made today up.  I had to.  This song deserves its own day.  How can you not dance to this?  Have a great Thursday folks.

Hands Up ladies, Not Your Dresses

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I love pictures of adventurous older ladies taking a bite out of life.  They remind me of my grandmother. Can't say I can remember the last time I was on a roller coaster.  Nor the last time I wore a dress...with a hat and pearls.  I love the Great Generation. I love that face of wild laughter and joy.  

Go do something fun today. 

Spring Breaks of yester-year

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Trains and the old west...makes me think back to all of those family vacations.  The stories of Lake Woebegone droned in the background.  The air conditioner blowing at full blast in that tiny minivan over  Grandma trying to talk everyone into eating more fruit before we reached the border of California.  No matter where we went it always had to be west and somehow had to route through Las Vegas. Grampa liked his games.  We never flew.  Never.

Grandma made sure we stopped at every tourist stop and had a chance to pick up a key chain, or junky little trinket. Usually it would be a battle with Grandpa because we had some kind of time schedule to keep. That was unless there was some kind of historical marker.  Those are everywhere out west...it was never hard to find one.  

I love the flow of conversations in a long road trip.  In the beginning we would be a gush with gossip, and catching up on all the comings and goings of our life.  After day one...conversations would be reflective looking back to past trips childhood adventures.  By day three it would be random philosophical what ifs, and world events.  Day four and until the end of the trip...my sister and I would be begging for Grandpa to let us play real music on the radio..you know the stuff you can sing to.  About half way through the day we would win...but only for an hour then were back to Lake Woebegone.  It would be okay with us because we would be spent from the excitement of the sing-a-thon and would usually nap.  

The rhythm of life on vacation is like no other. The car breathes a foul stench as the week progresses and the dirty clothes out number the clean. Every morning pack up yourself, then the mini van, take off while munching on fruit...always fruit.  Some lunches were sandwiches, some spam, we always finished off with fruit.  There was the morning stop for coffee, and the afternoon stop for coffee.  The driving day ended at sunset.  Some hotels were super plush.  In some hotels you kept your shoes on...all night.

I love those days.  There were no distractions...just us locked in a vehicle for hours days. We were learning about each other, and enjoying our adventures one mile at a time.

      

Spring Break...what will you do?

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Spring break is this week, our little preview for summer vacation. Think I am almost ready for it.

Last summer was so stinking  hot it didn't feel like much of a break. It felt like you couldn't move or you would melt. Pretty sure I got sunburned walking next to the windows.  Not this week.  We are scheduled for highs in the low 70s and sunshine.  Not much you can't do with weather like this.  Think I will dig my way into the closet and try to make order out of chaos.  Only I would want to send a beautiful sunny day in a dark mess of a closet.  We all have our own ideas of fun.

I have vowed to myself to get back into my WIP.  It has sat neglected for the last few months.  It will never be finished if I don't...well...finish it. Once I get on the computer other obsessions call to me.  It is a fight to maintain discipline.  DAMN YOU Pinterest and Tumblr!!!  I will do it this week.  I think I can.

I am...

Up, up and away...

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Pretty sure my house would never survive flight.  In tornado ally, these are things you sometimes consider.  When the wind starts blowing and you can feel the house exhale, one wonders if this will be the fate.

I am pretty sure I will be saved from anything close to Dorothy's adventure.  The roof would go first, and some of those exterior walls are a bit sketchy...if anything took flight it would be band new dish washer. Lightweight and made of steel it would be blown to Oz for sure.  I think the witch would be safe...well except if I could figure out a way to get my big self in there.  Then she is a goner.

The weather man showed this very lovely graphic the other day explaining why this Spring would be extra dangerous.  Think I better start doing some stretches if I'm going to have to figure out how to organize my long self into that steel box for safety.

You know it is Saturday because

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You can tell it is Saturday because...

• There is an old movie on the television.
• My laptop is nestled against my legs..pretty sure it is frying my ovaries or giving me some kind of cancer. 
• There are over ten tabs pulled up in my google chrome browser and I am flipping back and forth between them like someone with ADD and am pretending I am multi-tasking.
• I have a word document up and in between the social network noise I pound out a few words in that. 
• There is a luke warm cup of coffee sitting next to me. 
• There are three big smelly dogs draped around my feet and trying to shove my laptop from its perch. 
• Every now and then I jab at the dogs with my toe trying to prod them away because they have farted and I can't breath any more. 

This is my heaven.