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Living the dream

I made it
Steel toes have become very familiar


Tomorrow is my 1 year anniversary of early mornings, steel toes and a hard hat.

Doesn’t sound like much, true, but for me?

Freaking outstanding because I really, really hate mornings.

Especially early ones.

I came here tonight after another (successful) day of living through gearing up for the craziness that only comes once a year. One accompanied by all the wildness of a carnival, but coupled with more importance and urgency.

As it should be.

I sat down intending to write on a different topic tonight, I did, but this seems to be the only one that’s wanting to be written.

I blame the Fireball.

It’s more than capable of standing up to the raised eyebrows I’m likely evoking.

Take this haters
I’m feeling pretty darn smug…



Thing is when I started this job, I was asked if I was nuts. Surely I must be, so far from my past career, insanity could be the only possible explanation for this dramatic change.

So physically demanding and rough. And certainly not like me at all.

That must be it, I had officially gone down the hill and ’round the bend.

I was informed, and by more than a few smugly smiling faces, that I wouldn’t last a month, a week, not even a day.

Bets were placed.

Guess who’s smug now?

I'm feeling pretty darn smug. If not exactly a beauty queen...
Smug…if  not exactly a beauty queen…scuz the sweaty hair and dirt


I’ve had my share of victories, great big ginormous victories, but am not without some regrettable losses too.

I suppose it’s the push.

You know.

The balance that must be maintained. Good with the bad and all that stuff.

I try to remember this every day.

Though admittedly, some days are better than others.

Today, I was able to speak to an overseas friend I haven’t spoken to in years. (You know who you are)

One who made my day, just by hearing their voice. And made me feel like I’d come home.

The thing I’m thinking about right now?

I made it.

Oh yeah, you better believe I’m smiling.











Right Here, Right Now



This year has started off with a bang and I’ve hit the floor running. Not unexpected, not if you know me, but not a calamity either.

Right here–I look like a train wreck, sitting on the side of the tub. You see, I’ve run the soles off my feet. Funny ha-ha to you, nowhere NEAR the vicinity of funny to me.

Right now– I’m trying to ignore the pain of an Epsom salt bath on raw and weeping flesh by writing this post using the voice feature on my cell.

The distraction isn’t working as well as I’d hoped. There might be tears involved as I dictate this,  but MY version of the story will reflect that my contacts are due up to be changed.

I’m still doing this and I will not give up.

I’ll come back to that in a few.

Right here–in this very house, I’ve decided since  I’d spent the latter part of 2015 saying goodbye to the people I’d outgrown, successfully laid to rest a few pesky ghosts, slayed some troublesome dragons-AND lived to tell the tale, I might be on to something good.

Right now–the way I see it, my choices are simple. I can trot down this path and continue to grow or I can hesitate and get knocked cattywampus by my own momentum.

I’m choosing door number one because cattywampus is not a good look for me.

You know, in case you were wondering.

That door happens to be an almighty big one and is going to be difficult to kick open and stomp through.

I’m scared but determined.

I’ve written before that I’m a veteran runner when it came to all things drama and that’s true. I’m also a total boss at wielding my handy dandy black paint brush to paint out and effectively forget, the people, things, and situations that have caused me pain.

The forgetting has been one of my best defense mechanisms, and I’ll miss it dreadfully, but I’m not going to use it anymore.

Right now–I choose to face these things head on and move forward instead of avoiding them.

In so doing, I’m giving myself the gift of my own life back. I’ve set some very specific goals and hope to reach them soon.

Right here–moving to a different position at the company I currently work for, making more money, and getting better benefits is the best thing for myself and for Duck.

I want these things and I WILL get them.

Right now–I’m taking back control of my life and it shore do feel fine. Sort of. Kinda. Mostly. Like 99% of the time. The feel fine part of it, I mean.

Which may shed some light on the reason for a gym membership and the interval training and my poor feet that have been the cause of this disjointed post via cell.

This is the year of a whole new me and I will not back down. Come watch me win. I dare ya.

Addendum…Not that it matters much to anyone other than me-I’ve done 12.5 miles of interval training since this past Tuesday. Because I’m proud of it and I’m cool like that.




What NOT Reaching My NaNoWriMo Goal Taught Me (And Hopefully Duck)

Never Make A Writing Bet with a Smiling Duck...or How NOT To End Up In a Pool
Never Make A Writing Bet with a Smiling Duck…or How NOT To End Up In a Pool


Yeah, I was late but I paid my bet

It was last November that I opened my mouth, made a bet with a Duck and then was obligated into making good on what I had boasted I could do, but didn’t. As wordy as I am, and it  doesn’t matter verbally or typing, I really believed I could spin 50,000 words in 30 days for my entry in the NaNoWriMo contest. I just knew I had a deadlock on the thing. I was wrong. Oh by the way? The pool temp was a brisk 62 degrees. I may be old but I’m not a complete heart attack risking idiot.

What Duck saw and (hopefully) learned…

Determined to demonstrate by example, to a doubting Duck and to a doubting Thomas for that matter, that just because something isn’t easy, it doesn’t mean it’s not worth trying for. My intentions were good if not lofty. Having a goal=having a direction. Duck had a front row seat into observing his Mom bust her butt. He saw me really try to reach a goal that had nothing to do with anything, other than the joy of doing it. He also got to see firsthand how I can slowly morph into a troll that snarls at daylight, but that didn’t traumatize him, he just thought that was born of my fear (possible) death by water.

My ADHD comes lacking time estimation, but I’m much better now

While I hope I succeeded, even if not quite the way I had originally (arrogantly) planned, I didn’t expect to learn anything from this, other than how not to make a bet with a smiling Duck. Overestimation with time, my abilities, and what the hell, life in general, comes pre-installed in my ADHD brain package. I’ve learned a lot through my attempts to reach this goal actually. Such as; Instead of snapping out a time of completion estimate and then having to recant later.

I gained some real time management tricks

I understand how to double my initial estimate, after which, I’ve taken a breath and smiled pretty. It saves on my having to take the time to give diplomatic and enigmatic answers that could’ve been spent more constructively. Now instead of saying,  “It’ll be ready when I’m damn good and ready and not a minute before! If, at such time, it does become ready, rest assured, I’ll let you know! And then I’ll have to creatively and sneakily, to make you sorry for tasking my reserves of nice.” Now I just smile and pant heavy. See? Old dog, new tricks.

If Duck remembers, I’m happy

Yeah, I lost and badly. And no, I won’t tell you how badly. I paid my bet, I learned new skills and if by way of the roundabout that is my ADHD powered life, my Duck remembers making a goal for fun, whether reached or not it, that it was the effort put forth and the  not giving up that makes it worthwhile, I’ll call it a good experiment. And so I might be rationalizing this to come off looking better, sure, but screw you guys laughing out there (and I know who you are) I did my run for the goal, lost, and paid my bet. So there. What have YOU done lately?






In The Spotlight Of BlogHer



I can't believe I'm there

Sometimes good things just walk up and wallop you

Today is a good day, today is a great day actually. The guest post that I wrote for Jenna, the really nice lady who so kindly allowed me to take my very first (yes Jenna, I’ll bet this isn’t exactly a big surprise) step onto the guest blogger stage yesterday using her blog, Call Her Happy as my runway, is now being spotlighted on BlogHer today! I was good with having the chance to guest post, but this…this is amazing! Here’s why.

One small step for me

I started this blog as a way to show my son that you can achieve what you dream, despite the odds. Okay, so the kind of dreams that are within reason. So far as I know, human flight without aid of a plane and/or other equipment, is still a bit out of reach (top on the list as one of his dreams, right next to building a transporter) for now. My point is that I did it and while this is a step in the right direction for me, yes, it also means that there will be a young boy yelling that, “It’s not fair!” very shortly.  Ah…the lovely sound of victory.  Continue reading In The Spotlight Of BlogHer