This month has been a whirl wind already!!! My mom has a wonderful friend who owns a cabin in the Georgia Mountains in a little town called Dahlonega (near Helen). She sent us there with well wishes and a huge binder filled with local activities and restaurants! The only part of the trip that was a bit unnerving was the last bit of the drive up the mountain was a one car lane road. So if another car was coming the other direction someone had to back up until there was a turn off from that main drive. Luckily the two times that happened the other car did the backing up but it was a bit tense.

It was just my mom, me and the two kids. I was a bit worried because we would not have TV or computers for the kids or the Wii to keep the little ones busy… But omh! The kids were going from sun up to sun down and then some!

We panned for gold and gems. Not too much gold was found but the gemming proved to be very prolific. Then we started to take a tour of the mine. I say started because about 10 minutes into our perfectly safe guided descend into the mine, MD flipped out. She got dizzy, pale and said she was going to throw up. She is truly my child, the slightest bit of something being “off” and we can’t seem to handle it. So to JM chagrin we turned around and headed back to the surface. He is still complaining he wants to know what is “down there”.

The next day we went tubing. And oh my that was a hoot. To start with we were in about ankle deep water. JM realized this after he “fell” out of his tube accidentally on purpose, freaked out and was told to just stand up. After a chuckle he said “oh ok” and got back into his tube to continue to “float” down stream. My mom was scared of going too close to the sides of the river in fear of snakes and MD just wanted to face the front. We were all tethered together so someone was almost always facing backwards. My butt kept dragging the bottom and if it hadn’t been so very funny my fat ego would have been bruised. We must have been quite the site to be seen.

The next day we went to a state park. Hiked a mile to a pretty water fall and then hiked back down. At the bottom we found a nice spot and the kids were able to cool off in the creek splashing around. We found many river rocks to bring home to daddy. The kids took a bit of convincing to get in and get wet but MD finally decided it was fun. JM never really got over the sliminess of a creek. I guess my kids are just too spoiled by the Gulf beaches and sandy white shores to truly appreciate the loveliness of a creek. The best part of that day is there was almost no one else around. Just a few people on the hike but none at the creek. It was as if we were all alone in a forest. I could really get use to that!

The next day we explored the small downtown Dahlonega area. Now this really consists of a small square lined with shops and small diner style restaurants. I did manage to spend more money then I wanted but it was fun. The local homemade fudge shop was visited on more then one occasion I must admit.

We also visited Cleveland, GA… Now what is special about that you may wonder…. The Cabbage Patch BabyLand General Hospital that’s what! That was a ton of fun for the girls (by girls I mean me, my mom and MD). We signed in at the hospital and spoke to the nurses and MD was able to adopt a baby and name her. While we were there we witnessed a “live” birth. That was somewhat cool. JM who was grumbling the entire time was delighted when the baby boy was “born” and a name was asked for. We hollered out JM and the Nurse said yes that is a perfect name for this little guy. It brought a smile to my “little guy” to know a baby was in the hospital named after him. I almost wanted to buy it for him but changed my mind remembering it was after all just a doll. All in all it was a fun experience.

The last day we hiked around the cabin and to the creek below. Now I don’t know if I was just tired from a full week or if that hike really was harder then the rest but this one near took it all out of me. I was never so thankful to be back inside as I was at the end of that hike. That one took all I had left.

Then on the drive home we made a small detour to Atlanta to their historic district to a small sweet shop called “The Pie Hole” a homemade pie shop. Very small and cute!!! I have a friend who was “in need” of a Rhubarb pie and I wanted to bring this to her.

All in all a very full and exciting trip!

I got home Sunday night just in time to pack my bags again! Tomorrow I am off for a first ever trip alone. I am off to visit one of my BFFs back in Arizona. I am very nervous about the plane ride. But armed with a few free drink coupons (thanks K) and a prescription of as my mom likes to call them “fly pills” I think I will be ok. I am excited to see the place I associate with my children’s babyhood, our old neighborhood and the best of all one of my BFFs S! She is the best! I speak to her almost everyday. Despite leaving Phoenix over four years ago our friendship is stronger then most girls I see in person on a regular basis. Other then the fact I don’t actually “see” her it is as if nothing has changed too much. It is a bit strange to have friends each doesn’t even know but I suppose in our own sort of time capsule we remain the same. It is a friendship that is irreplaceable. She is one of the few people that truly knows me and loves me anyway. She has seen the ugly side of me and accepts me. And even more shockingly she has seen my corny optimistic “Bee positive” side and takes that too with a grain of salt as well.

We share many of the same struggles but mostly I think we just “get” each other and that is what counts. I look forward to when we are trading grandchildren stories and pictures. Ok I can not put off packing any longer. I’m off to the desert!

Somebody please get Harper Lee on the horn I have a Mocking Bird for her!

I dream of a day when I am completely organized. HA! The only comfort I have is it seems every other Friend Facebook update is about cleaning out. About every third blog entry I read is about purging and organizing and the other housewives I know all have the same complaint…. Too much stuff, not enough room.

Well I am not in the same boat in the room department. I think our house is plenty big (probably too big) for our needs but the “stuff” is a continual battle. I can always tell how stressed out my life is by how many piles are laying around my house. My stress levels are actually not too high these days but I seems I am falling victim to my old ways of I can not get rid of something if I see its value. About a year ago I purged all of my yard sale bins to friends and goodwill and vowed not to have another sale. That was so freeing. Well I have slowly (very slowly) started to collect a small amount of stuff for a Fall sale. I am taking issue with the fact the time has come for a ton of really good stuff to make it’s was out the door. Stuff I can not begin to recoup the cost of at the local resale shop and certainly I can not just give this good stuff away when I know I can sell it. The problem is my kids have long ago out grown a lot of this stuff but I have held onto it because I have been babysitting a boy who is about three years younger then MD. Well he is off to preK in the Fall and because I have no plans to replace him I have no need to keep these toys. I think that alone is a huge step for me. But really I am happy with my job at the school (well as happy as a girl who does not want to work at all can be) so there is really no excuse to keep these things. I vow after the Fall sale whatever does not sell will NOT be saved for another sale though.

Alright it’s two am and I must try to sleep now to dream of all the ways I can be better organized. That is if that stupid mating Mocking bird can shut up for five minutes… I will post about his little ass another night as I am sure he will have me up again. Jerk of a bird… Who by the way when he first moved into our tree in the backyard I actually called sweet….

So do your shortcuts always get you there in the long run? My hubby’s do!

My entire life it seems I have had trust issues. I’m not really sure why. My parents were good to me. (They were married until I was an adult and never really showed signs of an unhappy marriage). There were always enough comforts to go around in our home, including my parent’s time. But as a young girl from as early as fourth grade with Scott Allen I either chose men (or in such cases as Scott’s “boys”) who were in one of two categories: either they weren’t 100% into me & I was in a perpetual mode of chase or men who were chasing me, who I was with but I had my eye open looking for the next great thing to come along. And in both categories whither I was chasing a running man or spinning my wheels with another I never ever fully trusted them. Maybe it was because so many guys I was attracted to felt the need to always have their eyes open for their next great thing as well. Often times I found them while they were in the act of finding it. In any case trust has never been a strong suit for me. Maybe it’s because I have some what of an untrustworthy extended family who I never quite feel is being 100% honest in family matters. What ever is the root, it is there. In my life my dad is really the only man I have learned is being completely honest with me. This not to say he has his own secretive ways but I have never caught him in a lie and if he says he will do something he will do it. He has said he would try and to “let’s see” and though things didn’t exactly always work out in those cases but never a promise gone back on.

That kind of trust is the best part of being married for me. The trust that what is said will be done. I love my husband for that. I know him well enough to know I never have to worry about trust or honesty with him. I would love to be rich, or move to a nicer house with a pool or start a business … sadly my husband can not provide those things at this time. But truth be told the fact I can look him in the eyes every night and know without a doubt I am his next great thing is beyond any words I can write.

I love you honey today and everyday. I have always seen fireworks when we kiss…Happy Anniversary! This has been a great thirteen years and I love that your shortcuts ALWAYS get us there in the long run!

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