"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn

"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn
it's a jungle out there

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Saturday scramble

Scrambled egg brain. Free range organic foraging flown the coop chicken shit crazy brain.

That's where I've been this week.

Mood up and down i guess that's to be expected

A little out of body-ish

oh well

this too shall pass

I do take some comfort in reading that NO ONE is able to keep up in blogland these days.
I thought it was just me.

I don't get to visit everyone in my reader.
My brain can't think straight enough to comment let alone post.


I've been trying for 2 weeks to grab a P.O.S. button, but I'm just too damn spazzy.

I was in a super-funk this week, so I decided to be productive. AKA throwing shit out. Dumping shit always makes me feel better. 7 bags of stuff we don't use went out with the trash. Clothes we don't wear. Kitchen crap cluttering the cabinets. I got the dogs nails clipped it's the little things. Cleaned out the mud room was more like a dirt room. The new window came. I went to Ty's cello camp concert and Mia's art camp exhibition.

I spent all week trying to catch my breath.

This morning I forced myself to finalize our plans for...

Riviera Maya

seriously. We're taking the 4 kids to Tulum. Yup. 4. You know how I am.

Purchasing the airline tickets and arranging a rental car just about drove me to pop a xanax.
But I prevailed. It took 3 hours, but I did it.

I usually don't have a problem with decision making. But I had 4 airports 16 airlines and too many other variables to consider. And fights to break up, pineapple to cut, and cello playing to applaud.
Through sweaty palms and pounding heart I pressed the purchase now button.


I miss the days before Homeland Security and Orbitz. Back when I could walk in to an air conditioned office with my credit card and gaze at travel posters of Greece and Tahiti while a nice lady booked a flight for me and handed me a paper ticket complete with carbon.

Ah lah as Ms. Moon would say.

So the summer will end with a bang and a snorkel.

I can't wait.

Check out my sidebar. I got the button. No blogger summer school for me.


    And yes, how I miss those days of the travel agent. Here's a secret- they are still there.
    Oh, Michelle. I'm so excited you're going to Mexico. Oh. Oh. Oh. (I am whimpering.)

  2. Impressive. The trip. I am envious X 1,000,000.

    You need it. Take awesome photos so we can visit too.

  3. Mia's eyes...I've said it once and I'll say it again, that girl has some amazing eyes.

  4. Don't forget to pack the Xanax.. and the crack...

    I also LOVE getting rid of shit.

  5. This is terrific--The writing, you, your plans :) Wonderful! Good for you :)

  6. I love the P.O.S button/idea. They didn't really have a non mommy one though. I'm just a prisoner of my own shit I guess.

    I'm so glad you're going on vaca. Yay!!!! And that you got rid of stuff and clipped the dogs nails. Those things help me too.

    Happy Summer Michelle. Thank for taking the time to come see me, but P.O.S. babeeeeeee.

  7. I need the POS button! I can't keep up either... You vacay sounds like bliss to me! Although I am sure I would still pack the Xanax. ;-)

  8. Clearing crap and holidays - you get it so right!

  9. I wish I could come with you to Mexico!

  10. I have been GONE from blogland for what feels like FOREvER...

    is it me, or does life keep getting busier and busier??????

  11. So glad for you. That trip sounds great!

    Love you, my idol of cool.


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