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Misbehaving, plotting & sneaking my Plum

Misbehaving, plotting & sneaking my Plum

When you share a bed with the same person for 20 years, you establish some “unwritten rules” of behavior.  For instance, it is not okay for me to wake Clint up to tell him about something I just thought of that was really funny.  He will not find it amusing.  Another example, it is not okay to wake me up to ask me if I am sleeping or what time I am planning on waking up.  Simple things that keep a marriage going strong and prevent one from getting pushed out of bed when one least expects it.

I have a confession to make.  One of these rules I break every chance I get.

You see, I have been banned from reading Janet Evanovich books in bed.  Especially the Stephanie Plum series.  Why Janet Evanovich?  Because I “allegedly” wake him up every time I read these books in bed.  Okay, I admit to laughing.  Out loud.  Sometimes I try to hold it in.  That just results in me shaking the bed so hard it wakes him up simply because I am laughing so hard and trying not to make a noise so as to not wake him.  Or it results in the loud laugh-snort.  None of it works.  I laugh. Out loud.  Every time.  Thus, the ban.

So last night I was ready.  I came to bed as if everything was normal.  I had my water (ahem Diet Coke), my phone and my book.

Freeze!”   He looks at me hard.

“What?” I mutter in my most demure manner.

I was ready.  See, I am onto Clint.  He knows the release date for the new Evanovich books.  He had the nerve to think that I would blatantly bring in a new Plum novel.  Ha! You see, I knew he might be looking for it so I did what any rational person in this situation would do.  I put a Stuart Woods cover over the book so that it appeared to be a Stuart Woods book and not my forbidden fruit of hilariousness.

“What do you have?”

“Ummm, a drink, my phone and a book.” I held the book up for him to see.  He looked doubtful but let it go.

I silently giggle and crawl into bed.

By the third page I am giggling and trying to hold it in.  By the second chapter I am laughing out loud and trying to practically bite my pillow to resist.

“Hand it over.”

I jump.  I thought he was asleep. “What? Huh? What book?”

He lays there with his hand outstretched waiting for me to hand over my book.

“That is SO unfair!” I pout and hand over the book.

“I cannot believe you thought you could sneak this past me.  You know you laugh.  You know you wake me up.  Did you think your fake cover would work?”

“Well, actually, yes, I did.  Let me get this clear: That book right there in  your hand is off limits in bed.  That book.”

I could see he was wondering where I was going with that.  “This book and any of her books-paperback and hardback. One through 16.”

There was victory in his eyes as I rolled over and turned out the light.

As soon as he fell asleep, I reached for my book light & my Kindle.  I giggled as I threw the covers over my head and began to read Sizzling Sixteen right where I left off when I handed over my book.

Silly man!  He totally should have seen that one coming.

I tried it again tonight.  He totally busted me when I started to giggle.  I get my Kindle back at daybreak.

Good thing I have Kindle app for the iPhone!

Vacation- All I ever wanted! Vacation- Had to get away!

Vacation- All I ever wanted! Vacation- Had to get away!

I went on vacation and fell in love.  Yes, it’s true.  I went with expectations of enjoying some time with my family and maybe catching some good beach time but it turns out, I fell in love.  Many of you know Clint could not go with me on this trip.  It was me and the kids and a total of 23 people in one house.  Yet, each morning, I would sneak away to meet my new baby and we would spend a few stolen moments together.

We met here the first morning I was there.  I was just relaxing on the beach and he caught my eye.

"Our Spot"
"Our Spot"

It’s not like I could resist jumping up to see him and meet him.  I knew my eagerness would scare him away but it did not.  He approached me cautiously but didn’t flee.  My heart leaped with joy.  In 17 years of vacationing here, this had never happened to me. What I thought was a one time meeting became an every day experience.  At the same time every day I would race to the beach to meet him and there he was.  Even my son met him face to face.  I suppose my only regret is that we missed each other my last day at the beach.  Maybe he was too sad.  Maybe he knew I would be too sad.  Maybe it was the idiot teenagers chasing everything that moved in the water that caused him to stay away.  Perhaps it was for the best.  Goodbyes are never easy.  I tried to get a picture of him one day, but he raced off too quickly.

This is a rendering of him along with a picture that looks very much like he does:

Rendering of my ~Crush~
Rendering of my ~Crush~
~Crush Look Alike~
~Crush Look Alike~

What?  Like you never went to the beach and met a sea turtle that you had a crush on and then met up with him every day? Oh, please, it isn’t like that kind of stuff just happens to me.  Is it?

But it wasn’t just folicking with sea turtles.  Oh, no!

Everyday I spent laughing with people I love, sharing amazing food and spending time relaxing and refocusing.  I did a lot of writing.  This was the view from my office:

My Office View

Oh, but it certainly was not all work!  Not at all!  I spent some wonderful time with these people whom I love:

Who needs poses when you have laughter
Who needs poses when you have laughter

I think some of my favorite times were spent with my brother and sister.  We always laugh when we are together.  Always.  Being with them is so good for my soul.

Oh, the tales we could tell on each other!
Oh, the tales we could tell on each other!

Of course, I spent time with my amazing children.  And, well, you know the tale: Getting two teenage boys to pose for more than a couple of pictures is sheer TORTURE.  It is practially downright abusive to them.  But, I did get a few.  Here is one of my favorites with my and my babies:

Yes, my boys are that much taller than I am!
Yes, my boys are that much taller than I am!

At the end of the day, there was much to laugh about.  Especially for your kids when they knew that you were about to be attacked by a flock of seagulls.  And totally not the kind that will sing to you.  The kind that absolutely will poop on you.

The Flock of Sea Gulls didn't even sing to me as they flew over!
The Flock of Sea Gulls didn't even sing to me as they flew over!

But at the end of the day we all enjoyed beautiful sunsets together.  We knew another perfect day was ending when we saw this:

Another perfect end to a perfect day
Another perfect end to a perfect day

Though some of us night owls tended to get back up after the house of 23 was quiet and calm.  when we did, we were treated to beautiful sites such as this:

If you were a night owl,  you enjoyed nights like this
If you were a night owl, you enjoyed nights like this

So, there is a brief glimpse into my vacation.  Oh, there are tons more pictures I could share but the time, the bandwidth, the “that is so sucking vacation chill from me” is going to cut it here.  (I have many more on Facebook!)

THE END!
THE END!
What are you truly passionate about?

What are you truly passionate about?

Hey, look at that!  I am writing on my blog.  Now, don’t faint or anything.  Oh, wait, do I need to reintroduce myself again after such a long time away?  Nah!  You’ll remember soon enough.

I had so many things to say and write about over the past “not so much blogging” time but yet allowed myself to feel very restricted by people around me.  Yes, I broke my own rule and let others silence me.  Will. Not. Happen. Again.  At least not for the reasons it happened this time.  April & May just flat out sucked. No other way to say it.  I allowed people who don’t care about me try to push me down.  Oh, they can justify it.  But, with every justification or excuse, I can come back with the written truth. (Save emails & voicemails, people.) or my version.   But none of that really matters.  In the long run, I saw some people for who they really were on the inside– not who they appear to be.  I was pleasantly surprised with some, not at all surprised by others and very saddened to see the true colors of some who were once so respected.  Thankfully, those who do care about me held me up, supported me and got me through better than before. And really, aren’t those the people who matter anyway?  Those who truly do care about you and your family and not an agenda they have?

In the long run, what was meant to slam me down and break me, built me up and made me stronger and better.  How?  It caused me to take a step back and ask myself:  What am I passionate about?  I mean really passionate about!  Not “I’ll do this because I have to, because I am expected to, or because no one else will” kind of jobs/activities.  I am talking about what makes you want to jump out of bed and do it without the dread.  Or the thing that makes you want to shout to the world that you are doing it not feel the need to self medicate to get through it.  What are you really, truly, deep in your heart passionate about?

For me, that question was easy.  I mean so easy it slapped me in the face with the obvious.  My family is a given but let’s just put them first as to avoid any confusion.  The next answer…DUH….writing.  I become excited.  I get happy.  I find that I am energized and motivated and at peace when I am writing.  The other stuff was filler.  I am not saying I wasn’t excited and passionate when I started other things but that passion and excitement was ripped from me and caused me to really look hard at whether or not that is something I want to take up so much of my time.  The answer was no. I could dig in and fight.  I had the support from the ones I needed it from but it wasn’t worth it.  It didn’t define me.  It wasn’t something that I wanted to take time away from my family for in the long run. I stepped out of my comfort zone, out of my bubble, took a huge leap of faith and it didn’t work out.  That happens.  There are people who are passionate about it and do live for jobs like the one I had.  I am not one of them.  I support those who find their peace and purpose in it.  Choosing to leave wasn’t hard in the end.  I lost friends, gained new friends, strengthened some bonds and broke others.

Was it all worth it?  Well, when it caused me to look long and hard into myself, my passions and my life…yes.  Maybe I had to come full circle to get back to being my authentic self.  I would never question that or regret it.  Life may take us down painful paths, but in the end, when  you find where you want to be and where you are the happiest and most at peace, your journey is worth it.

I’ve come full circle.

And I’m better for it.

What are you truly passionate about?