Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Magical Place

This was my magical place growing up. My creek. My water hole. My trees. A lot of make believe and pretending took place here. I love this spot. It is not far from the porch of where I grew up. Some days Mom would watch me play, other times I just stayed down there for hours by myself. It reminded me of a magical forest with fairies and little nymphs. Have you ever seen Legend of the Unicorn? That's what it reminded me of.

So, I went home this last weekend and I stood there looking at my favorite spot. It makes me miss being a child. Being able to dream about unicorns and fairies. Pretending I'm stranded on a deserted island. Playing like it was my outside kitchen. I guess just missing the innocence of childhood. Because as we all know, now we are adults, doing adult things. It can suck some days. But then, I go home. I go home and see that it is still there. No one goes down there anymore except the occasional horse to take a drink or dog to take a summer bath. When I go home though, I go there. And I remember that just because I'm adult doesn't mean I can't still dream about life being a little magical.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Father's Day and Funnels

First of all....Happy Father's Day to my Daddy. I can call him Daddy because I'm his baby girl, enough said.
Secondly, not too long ago I posted about a deadly twister that hit NE Oklahoma on Mother's DAY. And then today on Father's DAY a tornado is reported two miles south of Wyandotte. Pretty much the location of my family. My family thank goodness soon after Mother's Day purchased a storm cellar and took cover today. There were a few trees down, but no damage other then that. AND no injuries.
Seriously, can Mother Nature leave my family alone on holidays? I was going to post a blog along the lines of a friend's recent entry, but he went ahead and wrote it for me. I totally agree with what he said.
Enough is enough Mother Nature, we understand you are having a bad year, but go to therapy to release your anger and stop releasing it on us. Thanks.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Feeling the burn

Oh....dear....god....I hurt. What I was going to tell ya'll (my four total readers) is that I started Boot Camp today. And again, Oh....Dear....god....I hurt. I haven't had this much exercise since two-a-day softball practices in high school. It is only for an hour, two days a week for six weeks. A friend of mine from work talked me into it....I was shooting her "you are going to die" looks all throughout the workout. She probably didn't see me because we were going every which way trying to learn the workout exercises. This Boot Camp is ran by military men. Yeah, that is right, they show up in military garb, all built and fit. They teach it as if you were going through boot camp, but without the yelling. Which is good because I would just break down and cry.
After sweating my ass off and moving parts of my body that usually never get moved, I crashed on the picnic table. I felt like I was going to throw up and pass out all at the same time. This just goes to show how out of shape I am. It is quite pathetic. I couldn't even do a girl push-up. When I got to the apartment I struggled up the stairs and literally crashed on the floor. I then cried. I think I cried because I hurt, I felt embarrassed and I felt accomplished. I did it. We (Wendy and I) did it! We will continue to do it! I can do anything in 6 weeks!
We go back on Thursday for cardio. I think that translates into running. Can you feel the burn?