Delving into my childhood

Even though I'm about to be a mother of two. I usually feel like I'm still a kid myself, when I'm not working, getting my education. paying bills/rent and making sure that actual kids are fed :)

I fell asleep last night thinking about how awesome yet maybe unconventional my childhood was.

My family never went to Disney world, or Wisconsin Dells or took a trip to the ocean.
our first (and only, so far) family vacation was when I was 18 years old.

We did kick a ton of ass though. We played basketball all evening until the sun went down. When one of the kids got hurt we knew we couldn't leave them, we'd drag their limp body home for inspection.

I could operate nun chucks, wrist rockets and butterfly knives before I started middle school.

We used to shoot icicles with wrist rockets.
we rode everywhere with my dad on his motorcycle.
we climbed every tree, explored the woods, watched out for each other, caught a million bugs, toads, tad poles, frogs, snakes, turtles and crayfish.
We filled fanny packs with frog eggs and forgot about them.
It was dog eat dog in our house - nobody had to make you come home on time to eat dinner. get home on time for dinner, because it’s on the table at 6, if you aren’t here to speak for your food no one will do it for you.
Punishment was fairly sentenced and you deserved it. We didn't run the house, our parents did.


We kids were strategists first. No matter what we had a plan and even if it worked or it didn't we HAD a plan.

Most peoples' childhoods ready them for a normal functioning adulthood.
My childhood had no Disneyland, sailing expedition or grand canyon. But, if a plane went down with all four of my brothers and sister in it, there would probably be four survivors. We could survive nuclear holocaust, maybe even a zombie apocalypse if we had to.

Regular adulthood has been pretty easy so far. I don't know what we trained so hard for. :)

Escape from Facebook - riding the blue pony.

Gooday to you. And also to you.

I had a few funny thoughts today so I think I'll share them.

Last month I deactivated my Facebook account. No big deal, I just didn't enjoy it and I thought it was taking up a lot of my time I could be using to do other things. So I deleted it. A lot of good and expected things happend after I deleted my account and one surprising thing. I'll share them with you now, as they all make me smile.

* I use my free time for getting stuff done, and when I'm done with that I actually relax. I don't incessantly scroll and check up on other peoples lifes

* I feel free to partake in any activities I want without have to take pictures or other wise document what I am doing or plan to do to gain attention for whatever I'm doing.

*"keeping up" with Facebook doesn't matter any more.

* I have my cell phone put away and its not dinging away with a notification every four minutes.

* I talk with my Husband about things that we want to talk about, not just about whats happening on Facebook.

* I don't have to read about people who have it pretty good complain about their lives every single day or sometimes multiple times a day. People are never that brash or annoying in face to face or phone contact. Common sense kicks in when they would actually have to verbalize the ridiculous shit they post on a news feed 100's of times a month.

* The best expected things are that I am less stressed, my life is simpler, happier and its pretty darn good. I complain less and enjoy more. There's no one to really report to so I find myself living more in the moment.

An unexpected consequence of getting rid of my facebook account is the countless angry mean looks and awkward encounters I've had with NUMEROUS people. Its funny really. I was wondering "Why is that person being so weird, or looking at me all mean?" This after a friendly approach on my part. It was hilarious when it dawned on me that they thought I had deleted them from my friends list or something. when actually I disappeared because I deleted my own account. Pretty much the weirdest and funniest thing of my day. You'd think there would be more important things to get riled up about!
Don't get cancer over it. :P
Peace out.
Good day babies - may the force be with you. and also with you.

Life is like a box of chocolates.

I'm starting to become convinced that ingenuity is a lost logic or art form. It’s becoming extinct because we have a tool for every task and gone is the way of one tool with many uses.
Sometimes we don't have all the tools for all the jobs. We need to realize that job A requiring tool A isn't the only solution. Thinking outside the box is what made us human. Imagination, inventing new uses for old things. These things sparked our entire evolution as a species. Think about that for a moment and translate it into your own life. Maybe you don't have all the tools, Maybe nobody gave them to you. you can't find them all, or your missing one. Maybe someone you know has all the tools and they aren't even using them! You don’t NEED all the tools to get your jobs done. I bet you already have a few things at your disposal that you don't even use right now. :) Whatever it is. don’t wait for the perfect tool to get your work done. You might never get it, or it might be a long way out. go a different way around, use whatever else you've got and you might just find what you only had to work with worked much better than the things you wish you had.

My husband is my prime example.
This guy was playing softball and slid into third while running full kilt (seems silly I know but he couldn't help it, he was so excited). He busted open his leg pretty good and I patched him up on the field so he could finish playing. I knew he needed to get cleaned up once we got home or he would get an infection. After his wound was clean I tore apart our linen closet looking for the biggest band aid we had, we had to cover his owie otherwise sleeping for him would be difficult. So we had little kid band aids and grown up band aids, I would need about 30 of those so that was out. and there I saw it, a box of big ass maxi pads. I mean, what’s a pad really than just a huge band aid? so with some Neosporin and athletic tape here is how my husband slept his first night a softball legend:

Sometimes we think we need a wound care kit when the whole time we could have used a maxi pad to get the same effect.
Thanks Jon.

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