The Story of the Taming of Wild Beasts

 

 

She approaches the wild beasts slowly and with the type of caution that can only be gained through hard experience.

For the beasts outnumber her in testosterone and  volatile tween emotions and are holding firmly on to hope for their fondest wish to be granted and their voices simultaneously change. Well that,  AND suffering from the apparent inability to apply deodorant on a daily basis until reminded, nagged, and threatened at least forty times…let’s say that they are unpredictable under the best of circumstances.

Luck, however, appears to be on her side, for the beasts are distracted for the moment, their full attention engaged in a rousing, if slightly heated, debate over which game is cooler–Portals or Half Life 2, and the reasons why.

Having not yet been asked her opinion, indeed, her appearance hasn’t even been noticed, she feels she’s managed to successfully slip past the early warning Mom’s on a Mission proximity alarms.

She is as ready as she’s going to be. She’s brave. She’s fearless. She’s going to poke the danger –with a stick.  

It’s Saturday morning and just warm enough outside that I can imagine Spring is here if I screw my eyes shut and breathe in deeply enough. I’m claustrophobic with cabin fever and almost sick from the need to get out.

I’m hoping Duck and his friends feel the same.

The Falls of the Ohio

It’s a perfect day for fossil hunting on the fossil beds. Nothing is finer than that, if one has to be forced away from all things indoors, according to Duck.

So focused was I, on getting Duck and Friends out of the house and away from electronics, that I failed to realize that this trip was just as much for me, as it was for them.

We played in the sunlight.

And for a while, I was able to forget. Forget about how it feels, to live in steel toes and a hard hat, about how crazy it is now, being 1 man down and about the worry over bills and the stress that comes from having ADHD and all its quirks, oh, and just being me.

I want it to be Spring

For a single amazing afternoon nothing mattered other than the warmth of the air, about capturing it all with a cell camera, and the laughter.

Oh, the laughter.

Nothing bothered me, not even the kicky breeze that managed to ruffle my shirt and bare a small amount of belly to complete strangers.

My admittedly tighter than a few months ago  belly, but my belly nonetheless. Showing off my winter white skin and the glimpse of a tattoo attesting to my wilder days paled in comparison to the feeling of freedom and sense of all being right within my world .

I forgot my worries and I played, right along with the boys. The same ones who were so concerned over voice changes that could occur at any minute.

It's a lot bigger than I thought

We played.

We bathed in the sunlight and we soaked up every single second of it. And we slept well that night. Perhaps better than we have since cold weather came to town.

Some days just seem to have perfection down to an art.

And this was one of them.

The boys morphed back into wild beasts but not until the sun went down.

Eh. We can’t always be perfect.

On the walking bridge

The end

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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.

 

 

 

A Duck’s Day

 

Today is a special day for Duck.
It’s his birthday.
He just informed me that he is now a man.

 

Tween birthday's are fun

 

Regardless of his misconception,  it STILL is his birthday,
So…
We went out to his choice of finer eating establishments

 

Because 'Choke and Puke' isn't polite

And
To the car wash.

 

I had to do something

Yeah, the car wash. I know, right?
Returning home, he chased his new drone around the yard

 

Lift off isn't easy

While I chased HIM with the camera.
Until.
It was the time I’d dreaded most.
Movie time.
And his choice.

 

Not a Chipmunks fan

That’s right.
Alvin and the Chipmunks.
Oh….JOY.
I’d rather have been kissed  by my sister.

 

New Years...fun

Oh wait.
I already had been. Like 2 days ago.
Yeah…so anyway…
Duck had a blast

 

is a Happy Mom

And torturing me just added to his enjoyment.

 

Happy Birthday Duck
I love you so much
(even though you think you’re a man-and you’re not)
Love,
Mom

 

 

 

 

 

Prompted: Season’s Greetings and Silver Linings

Happy Holidays

 

“You’ll like it,” they said.

“It’ll be fun!” they said.

“Oh for heaven’s sake, do it already!” they said.

She wondered if they still felt that way. She bet they didn’t.

This was the absolute last time she listened to her friends. She had thought the three weird candles she’d blown out on her birthday cake; ones that were supposed to grant a wish each, was a joke.

Now they all had to suffer.

With the weather being so unseasonably warm, she was finding it harder than normal to get into the holiday spirit. It felt wrong to be wearing shorts and sweating during the time of year normally reserved for shivering and swearing under your breath about being cold.

Not everyone was upset though. The two very skimpily clad, well toned male models wearing Santa hats weren’t  complaining.

And the zombie, festively decorated in Christmas lights and perched in her pear tree didn’t appear to be unduly put out.

Maybe there was a silver lining to everything after all.

~

Happy Holidays from a pair of weirdos.

Love,

CeeLee and Duck

 

 

 

Finding humor in an ADHD life without water wings

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