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Better Believe It

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Well Helllooooo Darlings, how’s it going? Whats up? Are we shakin and shimmerin? Does everyone have life by the balls, you know, the balls that we prefer rolling smoothly downhill and not being pushed up thee hypothetical hill? I do hope so. I’m of reliable authority on the matter of life balls (repeat:life) and can say, pushing them up a hill is rather tedious.

Over the last week or so, a few individuals have waved their magical wands and bestowed upon me various mentions and awards. Now, I know I’m notoriously bad, awful, most certainly lacking and downright borderline anti-social in the blogging world. (Fault admission by definition is the level of truth one willingly puts forth, not to be confused with excuses) However despite my social deficits, I do take notice, most certainly appreciate and always feel grateful for such mentions.

So without further tongue tripping, I’d like to publicly thank:

friendsDrey of Dreys Library for picking me out of her huge fan base for the “Lets be Friends award” Thank you!! I read the definition of this award and felt most humbled. Thank you for the smiles~

If you are a book lover, a giveaway seeker and enjoy reading reviews and insight to new books on the market this blog is for you. I for one have WON, as in chi-ching-winner-winner-winner, books from her site and was beyond delighted. Go check it out and may the book force be with you~

honest-scrapIndigo Roth from the illustrious Indigo Wrath Blog chased me down and pinned the Honest Scrap award on my forehead. When I realized what he had done I tried to come up with a quick lie that could get me out of it, but telling him I was really an Internet robot programmed to write occasional random and irrelevant words of subliminal messages didn’t seem believable, I figured I would accept. Thank you~

Indigo Roth has one good ear and an entertaining blog with some rather witty and interesting commentary. I suggest checking it out. Oh, and since I’m the honest soul let me remind the world~ Snicker Bars and Diet Coke are like, totally healthy~

superior scribbler awardDebra, Debra, Debra of Debra l Schubert sent my direction the Superior Scribbler Award. I take this as quite the compliment considering Debra is a real live, real deal, as in writes books, hobnobs with agents, goes to book conferences sort of writer.

In fact, I’d bet my favorite pen that Debra even has writers stench which I happen to think is a very admirable trait and I completely aim to emulate. In my humble opinion there’s nothing more divine than the aroma of a day full of writing.

Go visit her site, it’s always rockin good fun ~ Thank you Debra and ehhh, don’t take that writers stench the wrong way, it’s snort-able in the best of ways.  

So do I get a tiara with any of those? Or maybe a sparkly staff I can swing from the rock I’ve squatted on perhaps? Creepy, why is it when I typed those words a menacing voice spoke up in my mind and rumbled, “No sparkles for you, evahhh, rule breaker!”

 There’s a lot of rules, guidelines, terms and conditions that I’m pretending never existed with those above awards. Soo… I have a doctors note? I know, I’ve got me an internal defense system that revolts at reading instructions? My computer imploded when it realized I was trying to follow the proper steps? I got kicked off the cheer leading squad for doing an unauthorized back flip which has traumatized me for life in the rules department ? No? None of those excuses work? Ok, fine, back to the truth zone of personal admission. I suck.

Psstt….Snicker Bars and Diet Coke are the lifeline of humanity ~

A case of the missing Betty Poppins

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~Betty~

~Betty~

Shhhh…….can you hear that? It’s the sound of relief or tears from  many, many Mommies sending their kiddos back to school today.

I happen to fall into the relief category. That’s right, I’m one of those Moms. It has nothing to do with my daughters and everything to do with me. The older I get, the more I need the predictable schedule of their school hours. I need that space of time between 7:45 a.m and 3:00 p.m. that is all about focus and getting things accomplished.

Being a summer slacker looses it’s luster after awhile and I’ve been feeling the need for an actual schedule creeping around the edges this last month. Thats utterly boring to admit so I shall blame age, responsibility, life and obligations for losing my carefree spirit.  Damn adulthood anyway.

A week, or so ago (without schedule time tends to fold into and over itself), I was chatting with one of my daughters about Motherhood. She would like 4 children. A Boy first and then any combination of boy or girl after that until she fulfils the desired 2 boy-2 girl quota. As a Grandma to be, I’m all over those numbers. The more the merrier I say.

~Poppins~

~Poppins~

Daughter:  I’m not sure what type of Mother I’ll be.

Me:  Well, you’ll either be a bit like I’ve been or because of the type of Mom I’ve been, you’ll run to the other side and be a Betty Poppins Mom. 

Daughter: What Is A Betty Poppins Mom??

Me: Oh you know, the sort of Mom I’ve never been. 1/2 Betty Crocker and 1/2 Mary Poppins. Cupcakes and a spoon full of sugar and all that.

Daughter: Ohhhhhh–well, ummm 

Me: Darlin, we both know I’ve never been one of those Moms and I’m Mom enough to admit it. Hopefully it isn’t a genetic thing so maybe your kids will have a chance.

Daughter: Maybe!

Me: You should know though, I totally plan on being the Anna Osbourne Grandma. And if you’re wondering what that is I’ll tell you. It’s 1/2 my Mother Anna and her amazing Grandma skills, plus 1/2 Sharon Osbourne and her rockin wacky ways. You’re kids are gonna love me as a Grandma so make sure and have lots and lots of them.

A Hazy Shade of Lavender

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108I’m not sure what it’s like for other people. I can’t say what their dark place of mental residence is decorated with or smells like. I don’t know how it tastes or how much it weighs on their shoulders. I do know it’s a place other people go.

I’m not sure if I can, or should, explain my personal brand of Lavender Black. There isn’t a map to show how I surrender to such a place, or how I eventually find my way back. It simply, happens.

I can say that naming my dark is an act of conventional word defiance. It’s my personal perspective; the condition may be ordinary, but I can name it and decorate it any way I please. Lavender Black isn’t a desirable destination, but it is a place. My place. It’s quiet there and the deeper I wander in, the fact is, the less I participate in the world around me.

Typically, I can still write while meandering through such a space of individual seclusion. Some of my best writing has originated from time spent in my lavender realm, but sometimes, I move past the threshold of expression and the result is silence. It’s where I’ve been these last few weeks, beyond the green fields and purple flowers. In this version, I walked deep into the black parts of Lavender and disappeared for awhile.

Going to Lavender Black is easy enough, coming back proves difficult. There’s something sadly comfortable about suffocating in a zone meant only for single occupancy. It’s a self indulgent territory dripping with familiarity and knowing. If there’s one place that covets a thousand reasons for being dark and twisty, it’s the back room in my mind that collects life’s little black trinkets like a chemically imbalanced pack rat.

Surface maintenance. That’s how I handle day to day reality when I’ve gone off into my place of silence. When a body is in trouble, it has the ability to shut off functions to everything but the vitals. I’ve fined tuned that perspective when it comes to the dark side of my personality. Vitals=Family and that’s the scope of my selective interactions during Lavender Black spells.

Either people will understand this about me, or they won’t. It’s nothing personal. Never has been. I understand that it isn’t easy to accept or understand, not when people interact and depend on feedback/input from one another. My occasional shut downs go against the human nature rules of engagement and I realize I always run the risk of hurting the feelings of other people when I dissolve into myself. Regrettably, my only recourse is to try and pick up the pieces once I’ve came back.

I’m not sure it serves any purpose by writing about this, here, publicly, other then disclosure. But it is who I am. A part of me, one I find both interesting and challenging. Just as I observe the world around me, it’s important I spend time observing my interior workings, the beautiful, the black and the unexplainable…….

I have a Blog and I’m not afraid to Use It

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Driving long distance provides Robert and I ample talk time. I imagine most couples occupy the air inside a vehicle with a variation of say, talking and music, but in the case of Robert and I…….we despise each others music choices.

He is Metallica and I resemble U2. It can get ugly if we try and force our music on each other, mosh pit ugly. He wants to smoother me with the sleep pillow he says my music inspires for him. I want to remove the screw driver his music drives into my forehead and shove it through his eyeball.  The only non-violent solution is silence or talking. Our conversations often go deep South or wildly North. It depends on the leading conversational keywords………

Rebecca: ” Well, if that’s what you think you need, you better look for a new wife.”

Robert: ” I don’t want a new wife, but maybe a small harem would be fun. You don’t think having multiple husbands catering to you would be remotely interesting?”

Rebecca: “ I’v heard this concept from other men, so I won’t hold it against you, but why do men think having multiple wives would be the answer to their dreams? You’d never hear a woman state she’d like mutliple husbands, no way. There wouldn’t be enough time in the day to clean up after all of them, find things for them, sooth their egos and pump their pride. No thank you.” 

Robert: “ Oh come on, it couldn’t be that bad! Well, as a man, a house full of woman does sound appealing for many reasons.”

(OH, I’m sure it does!)

Rebecca: “Why exactly? That is, beyond only thinking you’d get to have sex all day long. Answer carefully here buddy, I have a blog and I’m not afraid to use it.”

Robert: ” I’m not saying another word.”

Rebecca: “Oh come on, I’m intrigued, lets hear it.”

Robert: “Conversation is over.”

Rebecca: “Chicken shit.”

There is a reason you never, ever, hear a woman say, “Gee, I think it would be fun to have multiple husbands.” We ladies carry a deep understanding of the implications such an arrangement would create. Ladies, can you just imagine if two of them had a sniffle or felt ill? That thought makes my toes curl. It would never work unless us gals could muster a serious mentality role reversal and men got shot up with enough estrogen to shed a few tears on a daily basis.

I’m sure in some twisted way, multiple ladies would be a swanky deal for the guys. But multiple men? Nope, I’ve thought about it, One, is plenty.

After edit~It was just decided, I’m off for another 3 or 4 days of salmon fishing. Goodie! More drive (talk) time! I hope everyone has a great week~

Change Of Plans

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I know what you’re thinking, “Whoaaaaaa, Rebecca posted twice in one day” but this is:

Just A Hint.
Had this been an actual blog entry and I wasn’t in a hurry, I’d be all wordy and long winded.
As for the hint and where I’ll be for a few days……….here it is.

~It's Summer, I live in Idaho, I'm just this sort of Lady~

~It's Summer, I live in Idaho, I'm just that sort of Lady~

Hold the fort, man the stations, be good, play nicely and I’ll be back in a few days….or so….