Historic.........really

Saturday morning we loaded the girls in the truck and headed for their home away from home. After watching some t-ball and leaving the girls to run wild and free we headed for South Lake Tahoe. We took the 80 route and cut over at Truckee which took us around the West side of the lake. It has been more years than I care to count since we have been up to the lake. Once seeing the lake a flood of memories came crashing to the forefront of my mind. Growing up camping or just going up to spend the day at Pope Beach was a regular event. Camp Richardson was the camp ground we always stayed at. Apparently now it is considered a Historic Resort. Not sure how I feel about that ………..as I describe a remembrance from my youth that now has the words “historic” in it…………moving on.

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When I write emails I like to use punctuation but not in the way it was meant. I love to use long lines of ……………….dots (periods) between sentences or thoughts. For me it makes my email feel more like a conversation. For example I might type something like this:

It was a great loser………..and the chopped………ok that woman was annoying me!
OR
I couldn’t hear it from here………lolol………oh wait yes I can…………no wait that is my dishwasher…..lolol
OR
That’s what happens when you work in your PJ’s……….it is a whole new world. I’m happy to do your laundry…….bring it up………the washer is waiting………I even fold and press………..no, no that’s not me. I fold on occasion because usually Val is the folder…………and pressing only if I must on the day of wearing……..that’s the rule………….well that’s my rule!

I’m not sure if the long line of ………….. is me giving the reader time to envision my express or me envisioning theirs or me pondering their reply. Either way that is what I do and that ….............is why I do it!

The end…………………..!

More than magic

I have what I call a magic hundred stash.  I keep it around for life's little emergencies or for special occasions or for just whatever, but they are never spent without great thought on my part.  The first one came to me as a gift several years ago.  It was such a blessing at the time that I stashed it away for that rainy, whatever day.  What makes this hundred magic is whenever I spend it, another one comes to me again, sometimes almost immediately.  Today, for example, I gave one away in the morning and by the afternoon another was given to me.  I know these magic hundreds really aren't magic they are really blessings from heaven.

Husband Dreams............

I recently read a short story entitled "Husband Dreams!"  It was a young girl's exchange with a friend on what they dreamed their future husbands would be like.  Now, I'm not sure if those dreams have come true or not.  But I can't seem to shake the thought of "husband dreams."  Last night I told Mr. Man I had to get to bed because I wanted to have a "husband dream"............he rolled his eyes but I smiled.  I love Mr. Man because he is my "husband dream."  When I say can I have dessert, he says what kind of ice cream do you want.  When there is music on in the house he dances with me, even though after 36 years I still can't dance.  I love "husband dreams" and I especially love that my dreams have come true in him.  Mr. Man, eternity doesn't seem long enough to live out all my "husband dreams" with you!

The Conversation on Guilt

Recently I had a conversation with a friend about guilt.  I shared with her my thoughts on the subject.  I said guilt is really just a dark and wasted place and really serves no purpose in a happy and blessed life. I told her that I feel very passionate about the whole idea of guilt and its ability to trap people into thinking things that aren’t true. Guilt does not lift; guilt drags one down and is happy to do so. Guilt is a choice and for me I choose not to have it in my life as I say it serves no purpose! And with that I said, "Amen, I’m done!"