If you ask my husband what his favorite flavor of Kool aid is he’ll tell you it’s red. Anyone see the problem here? Yep! That’s it, red, isn’t a flavor it’s a color. It’s a long running joke in our family.

We were laying around this afternoon, because he wrecked his back this weekend and after spending the day alone in the house with no one but the dog to talk to. The man needed company and someone to talk to. So I made the easiest comfort food available, mac and cheese and discovered I had Kool aid in my pantry.

Which reminded me of a conversation a co worker and I had recently. He’s taking a class on gender. In the process of our conversation he told myself and another co worker that he wasn’t brought up to talk about feelings. So much so, that when asked how he was doing during a particularly difficult time, he replied “I’m ok, I’m doing fine.”

The person asking, pointed put to him that, Good and Fine weren’t actually feelings.

And they aren’t. Good and Fine are not emotions they are words we tend to use to deflect attention from our emotions. We are taught to buck up, to keep a stiff upper lip. When we should be encouraged to explore our feelings. Not so we become emotional puddles on the floor, but so we can express ourselves freely and without fear of censure simply because we dare to feel.

OK so Labor day through me for a loop. I wasn’t feeling so well but we went camping anyway. It was a an exercise in marital cooperation.

We set up at tent that we used once, before we Alexandra. She is now six.

I let the hubby take care of the food which resulted in me missing my organic white cheddar cheetos and the only semi argument we had.

We went hiking through the woods and jumped a creek.

We packed the tent up and got it back into it’s case.

And in the end I decided that we should go camping more often.

Now for that lesson from the Golf cart.

Part of my routine is picking up specific mail from different buildings and one of those buildings requires me to execute a three point turn with said golf cart. Now there was a student who needed to pass just as I was trying to do so.

Soooo I let him pass. He spoke to me just as he was behind me, to tell me not to knock him down. So I said I promise not to, thinking he was joking. He then replied that he would sue me. Now I couldn’t reply what I wanted to so I simply wished him luck with that venture and drove off.

Take from this what you will, but this is the type of behavior that I’ve been seeing over and over again from young and old alike.

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So I’m sure you’ve heard the song “Life is a Highway.” Well at my new job I get to do the mail run. Which sometimes involves a gravel path and a golf cart.  I was out today and it occurred to me with all that’s been going on in my life lately  that life was  like that gravel road full of lumps and bumps, that rattle your teeth and try to shake your brain out.

Sometimes I’m damned tired of all the lumps and bumps. Sometimes it seems those bumps are out to get me. Or just when I think I know where all the ruts are they up and move . Or the pot holes jump up and grab me.  But then I hit a patch of smooth concrete and then I appreciate it. Without the rough I don’t appreciate the smooth.  But damn if I don’t wish there were fewer reoccurring ruts.

I’m back from the funeral. School started on Monday for the girls and for the next two weeks at least I’m working full time. Getting adjusted to a new rhythm has proven difficult. At least for myself and my husband. strangely enough the girls seem to be adapting to their own.

The eldest is in middle school, a tween with all of the tween issues. We’re definitely going to have to get an appointment for braces and the chiropractor for her.

The little one has lost a tooth and it seems a second tooth has become wiggly. Now grandma has gotten her her very own. purple pouch to put the tooth in when it comes out.

I’m still attempting to juggle clothing and feeding them both in addition to the man, who admittedly cooks dinner at least half of the time. So it’s back to out regularly scheduled program, there fore I leave you with the video I meant to post on Monday. Pink Floyd’s – Another Brick in the Wall

I swore I had a better photo of my Godfather, but this one show’s him with his granddaughter, on the day of her christening, a happy moment.