One Day...

Well it has been a while since I have had an urge to blog. I have enjoyed meandering through the blogiverse finding humor, tragedy, hope and a few things in between. It is strange to be on a journey such as this. I am quickly approaching the age of no return, 35. one month give a couple of days and there I will be, on that precipice of the other side of 30.

I have made big changes this last year. We have moved from the Mountain time zone to the PST without pause. Things seem to be moving in fast forward and slow motion all at the same time. I feel as if I have lived here all of my life. I feel like a stranger in a place I have never before been. I feel like having an adventure. I am on a great adventure!

As I peruse the aisle of preventative aging, my six year old by my side, I realize it is not vanity but necessity that I start to care for my vessel a bit more than I have in the past. As I browse 5k runs in the Bay area I find myself looking instead at the 12k. Why not push it to that next level? As I register my youngest for kindergarten I think, this is it, the beginning anew!

2010, twenty-ten, two thousand ten!! “I’m a driver, I’m a winner, things are gonna change, I can feel it.”

Peace, Love, Taco Trucks, Green Chile and so much more…

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self centered

“at the center of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.” ~lao tzu

I have had this quote posted as my desktop background for the last 3 weeks. I have seriously contemplated it on occasion, mostly avoided any serious thought. It hits that nerve, the one that tells you to trust your gut and accept the truth. What is the truth, what is that thing that I bury at the back of my sub-conscious waiting to break out? Do I have the answer?

I am one of those people that have many passions. I am artistic and creative, I love to write, read and take on new things. I always start shit and I hardly ever finish it. Here are a couple of examples;

• Green Bay Packer blanket I began crocheting in 1998 is about 10 stripes in and 30 inches long. The DH says he expects to be cremated w/ it at the very least.
• 2 novels started, well into, never finished.
• Baby blanket for my nephew’s 1^st Christmas last December and his 1^st birthday is in 2 days.
• An article for a friends business.

The list goes on. ..

I know who I am and what I want; and dammit I do have the answer! You may wonder why I don’t share it with you. I don’t even share it with myself. It requires that I get past a couple of things first. I need to get off my lazy ass on a regular basis and stop doing everything but what I need to do. I need to admit that I sabotage myself. I need to eliminate the fear.

This is not at all how I expected this post to go. I expected to expound on my new city, Halloween costumes, the rigors of moving, etc. It’s all the same thing though…a giant fear of failure and the fear of success. So soon I promise I will regale you with stories of my babies, my new home, my community and anything else you care not to know. Right now I need to get what I want by being who I am because I do have the answer.

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I have always relied on the kindness of strangers...

Ok, so that is not the slightest bit true and I am definitely not Blanche Dubois. I am however relying on a little help from my friends. As a 30-something grownup I admit I am not the best friend sorta of friend. I prefer to keep them long distance and have self admittedly fallen victim to facebook. I find in the long run, as with most things, it is the quality not the quantity that counts.

Good grief I am a walking talking cliche slinging terror tonight. You can just tell grammar to take one up the a$ right now, because I am not in the mood. Anyway, back to the point at hand... As you know We have recently moved our family (1 cat, 2 kids, 2 adults) to California from NM. We do not have a place to call our own just yet but we do have friends. I have known Buckeye for the same 16 years I have known my husband and his wife Fargo for half of that. In friend terms that calculates to a long fucking time. I have not always been the best of friends but we all do what we can.

We are now living in buckeye and fargo's house. Graciously, tumultuously, wonderfully, fabulously, easy! WTF, wtf!! I mean I am scared shitless that I may step on a toe or two. I am freaked out that I am relying on people whom I have occasionally managed to blow off. The amazing thing is that everything is just fine. It is working out with a modicum of ease. Shit man, the 21 hours of driving must be making me delirious.

I truly feel like I am at a 24 hour slumber party. Okay, so maybe not 24 hours, because I have to sleep and be a wife and mom in there somewhere. All in all it is a pretty fucking awesome gig. So back to the beginning...

I guess what I am trying to say to B & F is THANKS, and I told y'all I would say it so many times it would make you sick. However this blog is dedicated to YOU! Here is me, in all of my obscurity on the Internet saying YOU EFFIN ROCK. (p.s. i think I have dropped enough sailor talk for 1 post) I Love Y'all, we could not do it without you.

Peace, Love and Tacos! PL&T families on the move & the friends that help them along the way.