you want a what?

"I really wished they made a breakfast beer."

"A what?" 

"You know kind of like instant breakfast but beer." 

"Misty, that is one of those ideas you are supposed to keep inside your head." 

"I know but it is so crowded in there right now that some of them are leaking out."

zombie

 Sometimes life can push me around a bit. Mostly I’m pretty easy going, yet I can be emotional and tremendously thin skinned. Pair that with a short enough attention span and staying down/hurt/mad too long isn‘t possible. 

Sometimes when life pushes I like to push back- that is when BC steps in with all his questions and comments. Like "Do you think running 2x a day is a good idea?" and " Beer is not a recover drink."

And then there is this:

"Yes-but what are YOU having for breakfast Misty Brown?" 

"Strawberries & yogurt." 

"We don't have strawberries." 

"Then I am having breakfast in my mind."

"No, there will no mind eating today."

Yes Dear, whatever you say....

race to the bottom

"I had a dream I was on a speedboat. My sister was driving and there was a dead body and a cooler rolling around on the floor in about a foot of water."

"Misty, that is really messed up."

"Well, it was more complex than that."

"How do you get more complex than being on a sinking boat driven by your dead sister with another dead body kicking around?"

"Diet coke. The cooler was full of diet coke and I was trying to find a beer." 

what were we talking about? oh-yeah, mid afternoon blood sugar dives....

Dr. Him:  Try a serving of brown rice at lunch. See if that gives you less waves and cuts back the migraines.

Me: I find rice suspicious.

Dr. Him: Historically rice has been a peaceful grain.

Me: Ergot's.

Dr. Him: You are afraid of getting ergot's poisoning? 

Me: No, I was just dispelling the myth that rice is benign. 

Dr. Him: Ergot's aside, what then is your personal issue with rice?

Me: Rice looks like worms and it freaks me out.

Dr. Him:  What is that from Poltergeist? 

Me: Young Sherlock Holmes, Ghost Ship, Lost Boys,...it's not just me.

Dr. Him:  Okay let me check something for you.  Right, it says if you are in a B horror film do not go upstairs, open that one door at the end of the hall, go in the basement, climb a ladder to the attic, shower or otherwise disrobe, swim out to a floating platform, have sex with a camp counselor, or eat rice.  If however you are living in reality it is okay to do all of activities listed above.  

Dr. Him: For clarification you should focus on the eating rice part of that statement.

Dr. Him: For further clarification I not advocating ladder climbing or inappropriate sexual relations. 

Dr. Him: Nor am I asking you do to disrobe.  Hello? 

Dr. Him: Why are you not typing back? You're laughing at me aren't you? I'm going to go now...

swapping spit

Under some extra stress our life together right now is feeling like a couple cuddling in a fox hole under a full blown air raid and trying to ignore it. Gotta love those bombs illogical ex's can drop. BC's ex response to his request he stop paying child-support since the kid (who is giving us quite a run for our money in the misbehaving at school market!) lives here full time now was: He should pay me more money. Every time I write that I feel I need to clarify that is not a typo, she wants more support paid to her for him to live here.    

And then there is the story deadline for the newspaper (and my class) coming in way too soon! Yes, believe it or not I hate having other people read my writing.  It scares the pants off me! 

Also the U has not forgotten I have never proved I received a measles shot back the 70's. Lab test to prove immunity won't help and it would cost 80 BUCKS- why won't it help? The CDC has news for all of you over 25 yrs of age: measles vaccine fails after about 7 years.  None of you have it anymore  ya'll been running around for years measles-naked and not knowing it.  But if you have your record that is okay, which I don't and hate me or love me I'm not getting a measles shot.

SO under all this going on we, BC and I, have been trying extra hard to be madly deeply in love. Mostly it is working.

Every morning we bring each other coffee and keep each others cups full.  There is no assignment or score chart just a easy flow between us that's been going on for some 11 years. This morning it was BC doing the honor only somehow he managed to put sugar in both cups- I drink black coffee, he requires added sweetness I am sweet enough just as I am.  His solution was to pour one of the cups back into the pot thinking it would dilute it enough I would never notice.  "My coffee tastes like it has sugar in it." I said after taking a sip not looking up from the computer (working on that damn paper!). He frowned and admitted what he had done.  "It's not so bad," I assured him, "usually if I drink your coffee by accident I spit it right back out into your cup because it tastes so bad."

Like I said before, I am sweet enough just as I am and that is mostly working...

     

not always

 The other day while we were out hiking I saw this beaver pond 

so I headed us straight for it.

 Through a field of burs around a moose and over a river, that kind of straight.

Now for some reason Beach thought climbing the dam was a bad idea, might have something to do with the angry beavers we encountered when we were in Jackson but I talked her into it.  I said, "Beach, it is no big deal it is deadfall  just like in Pet Cemetery." 

"Wait! Mom, what did you just say about Pet Cemetery?!?!"

in a nerd family

Alex, the nearly-grown calls, "Mom, I need to borrow baking soda, vinegar, and cinnamon. Can I stop by and get them on my way to work?"


"Sure, but what's the cinnamon for?"

"To make it smell like a fall volcano!"

*She's making apple volcanoes for her students to blow up today :) She's a good teacher. 

out played

Dr Him: Your sugars are low, again.

Me: That's not even possible I drank almost a half gallon of apple juice before coming in here.

Dr. Him: You're right.  Your sugars are normal I just needed to confirm that you are in fact Sugar Doping to intentionally bolster your test results.  My PA owes me 20 bucks, he said you would never do something like that.  See what I learned with those extra two years in school?

>damn< this one is tricky!!!

 

to know yourself

I am standing in the Pro Shop at the gym (my sugar is too low and my back is so jacked up it is hard to breathe) when a half naked baby wanders past.  Then a toddler busying talking away to no one.  I know them, my head says.  These are my people, my heart says.  They are followed by their mother and when I see her I remember I am not alone, even when I think I am.  I have good people who know where I live.  People who know when they call at 9 PM that they are most likely waking me up (thanks Mrs. K for not making fun of me!).  People who know 6 AM isn't too early it's too late.  People who know what matters to me most is loyalty and coffee.  People who know the quickest way in and out of my heart is through how one treats my children. People who admit to their own short comings and help me admit to mine.  People who know better than to let me pace myself (thanks Jazi).

It's not just them the half naked baby or the toddler or their mother (who I spent a good half hour on the phone early in the day working how we are going to get our kids under the new schedule to and from gym together) it is also all the other friends who are there.  Even faraway friends.  People that have always been there it seems :) Thank you friends. And T, I am glad you are back and I helped myself to one of your hard lemonades, it was fantastic :)     

 XoXo  Misty

wag

BC: Go to Craiglist for me and show me how to send a message to someone.

Me: Okay.

BC: It is under Tools...band saw...yeah that top one for 275.  How do I send him a message to tell him I want it?

Me: *click*clink*clink* 

Dear Sir, I am interested in purchasing your band saw but wife won't let me buy it....

BC: That's not funny.

Me: But's true.

and the stupid answer that followed

Him: May I ask you a stupid question: Why are you running with a blood clot?

Me: Because it is in my leg and it isn't like I can go running without it.

crazy

"When you are the ONLY crazy runner out running in the dead middle of a hot & humid summer day you know you have entered some seriously dark territory- there isn't a nightlight for that kind of crazy"

button pushing

Friend: What are you guys doing today?
Me: I am plotting mass murder.

Friend: anyone special?
Me: LOL no, but not Beach.  But I think I am already in a better mood than 10 seconds ago.
Friend: :) good.
(and little farther in to the conversation....)
Me: Call us, that might work or we might be stuck on a family death march with BC.
Friend: lol - where to?
Me: We thought of Bells Canyon or 5th water but when TIMP Cave was offered BC said he didn't want to pay for 4 people it was too much money and that was the last straw for me. I feel like we live in North Korea (and now I have mentioned North Korea and mass murder in the same message).  
Change of plans today I think I am going to a secret federal holding site.

"If it seems the national past time has become screwing you over perhaps you are standing on the wrong ground... or you are a spy."

dad's day yeah!!!

Happy Father's Day to all the Dads out there!

if ever...

I decide to drop off the face of the planet my closing words on facebook will be
"I better go see what that noise was..."

family values

In home school land as a build up to the Civil War we are reading Freedom Train the Story of Harriet Tubman.  And if you never have had the privilege of reading it you should stop what you are doing and read it right now.  There are passages in that book that really get to me.  Beach is especial drawn in.  The whole damn thing is touching minus poor Beach's lack of understanding of the Quakers:

Beach: Hold on why are these people talking like they are in the bible?
Me:  That is how Quakers talk.
Beach:  I thought dad was a Quaker, he doesn't talk like that?
Me:  They don't talk like that anymore and dad wasn't completely Quaker he just attended Quaker meetings.


Beach:  Wait, are the Quakers white?
Me: Yes.
Beach:  Then why are they helping the slaves?
Me: Because remember the group of people who believed all men regardless of color or religion should be free? The ones who thought it was wrong to take the land from the Native Americans?  Those are the Quakers.  They are soft spoken, easy going people, who don't like to fight but they believe in equality and justice.
Beach: Yeah, dad is so not a Quaker.  Mom, can you read it without the thee and tho? It makes me feel like I am in church...

you are what you read

My head is not all the way right but the day is beautiful and like all days in early Spring meant to be used.  So my book is in a chair with reading glasses and I am headed into the field three dogs in tow on a thistle hunt.  The plan is as it has been for the last hour to fill the large black bin I am dragging then read a chapter in my book & repeat.  

At the edge of the compost pile I pass Beach flower pot in hand, "Mom, remember those flowers that are purple they first look like grass but darker and grassier than grass, well the neighbor said they are just weeds and I could have them, can I have them?" 



"Sure, they may not transplant but you can try."  

Her friend a neighbor child closing in behind her.  Beach leans in to take what she needs of the well tended soil and says, "Never enough to fill a grave, isn't that right, never enough to fill it." [Pet Sematary, Stephen King] Awesome.  That kid is awesome.    

more mud

"Mud can make a man go crazy you know." ~BC

...I am way ahead of you man!

Working on the footing for the new garage/shop.  

'Tis the season!

big

Beach talking to herself:  What is a ring pop?!?! [opens the wrapper pulls out Ring Pop] Oh-oh...it's a ring, that is a pop...I guess I should have seen that coming.

spiders brains

I have been awake since 2:30 am convinced the giant hairy spider we are hiding in my room for Beach for Christmas was let out by one of the cats.  Swear to Darwin in the darkness I heard Scout open the plastic lid.  I know that particular noise.  It sends me in a total freak out.  At some point I tired to convince myself it was just a ghost or a home invasion robbery in progress but that didn't work.  I was sure of what I had heard and at any moment what I would feel crawling up my leg.  At some point around five BC tried to help me get back to sleep by asking what was wrong so I told him.  He flipped on the light put his hand to my forehead looked me over twice then shut the light off.  "Misty, why did you run ten miles?"  

"Aren't you even going to check the cage?!?!"