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My First Hit and Run


Today hasn’t been my day.  I’m gonna start off by saying that.  It’s okay.  Tomorrow will be better.

I’ll next say: Randy, Lucas and I are okay.  It could have been so much worse, and it wasn’t.

And now, what happened:
After not having my card to pay for my Kroger purchases, I had gone home, grabbed what I needed, gotten Lucas off the bus and was headed back to Kroger.  I was at a red light at a three-way intersection.  A van** was behind me.  They were also at stopped at the red light.  Something caught my eye in my rear view mirror and I could tell this teen wasn’t paying attention.  Next thing I know, I’m being mashed into.  Now it wasn’t a love tap like he’d let off the brake; this was a full on hit.  My first thought is my children.  Both boys were in the car, fastened into their seats.  They are both fine.  My next move is to get out of the lane to deal with the accident information.  But as I’m moving into the E lane.  The boy is backing up, and taking off.  His tires are squealing, he jumps into the turning lane, runs the light (cutting off traffic) and turns into the side ride that the light is for.   Not only his he being reckless, he’s whipping about.  Almost sideswiped the traffic on the other road.  He does like the serpentine driving until he’s out of sight.   I call 911.  Tell the details and the dispatch officer lets me know I’m not the only one calling about him.


Luckily for me, Leslie (whose birthday is the same day as mine), was in the front of the stopped traffic and heard him hit me, then watched him flee.  She got the license plate number as well.  And then stays until the officer takes her statement.  She had more details than I did.  But I suppose that was normal since I was a bit in shock at the way it all happened. At the moment this kid is still at large.  It is my personal belief that he was drunk or high.  That he was fleeing because he didn’t want to face consequences.  I don’t know for sure, that is just what my gut is telling me.   I’m pretty peeved because we just got my car finished back in April from hitting the deer last November. I’m thankful that we are okay.  Especially after the horrific accidents that have happened in the last week alone.


This is a personal plea from me to you, and everyone.  Stop driving so recklessly.  Yesterday a family of five lost their lives.  A few days ago a small child was hurt and is still in critical condition.  If it wasn’t for God’s hand, and the protection I pray for every single day, that could have been my family today.  Yes, this was just a fender bender.  But it could have been something else.  I walked away today, but I might not have.  Accidents do happen, I get that, but many could be avoided.  Whatever that young man was doing, he shouldn’t have been doing behind the wheel.  It could have waited.  My life is more important than a text, Facebook update, or phone call.  My kid’s lives are more important than whatever high you were chasing.


Thank God we are okay.


Thank God I’ll be in my bed tonight.


Please God let them find the guy responsible.


Stop being so distracted when you drive.


I survived my first hit and run.  I really don’t want to experience another.


**Black, maybe Toyota minivan, with a white hood.  Three passengers, all young (maybe teens).  License plate 360 HXN (?-87% sure)  The van had a handicap plaque hanging from its rear view mirror.



I received word today, the driver was found.  Charged and released into the custody of his mother.  They do have insurance, so my worries about my car are now settled.  

I have to admit I was sure this was going to land on me, that they weren’t going to find him.  So when the officer called today, I was overjoyed.  The officer told me the driver was found, charged and if there was an issue with insurance to contact him and additional charges would be filed.  I am beyond thrilled God answered my prayer.  That this boy was found.  I hate that this young kid was charged with a hit and run, but what he did was wrong.  Leaving the scene was wrong.  It’s a hard lesson, but one he had to learn.



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…and Blogs


I’ve been trying to blog for like three day now.   I want to tell about my vacation, my summer, what’s been going on in my life for the last few months.  But the truth is, every time I try to start this.  I just get into a jumble and delete the whole thing.

So, take 1028030282 here we go.  Maybe this one will stick.


The first of June was crazy and hectic.  We ended school in May, immediately traveled to see my BFF, Jen, get married to the man she loves.  It was a beautiful night and a good time.  The travel was hard on the kids, but it worked.  When June started on Thursday, I’m pretty sure that I was in bed sick.  After getting back I was almost flu-ish, but it was just a rough cold.     Anyway the first full week of June, was Haylie’s room, which I told you all about in a previous blog post, Thing We Do.   The next week of June was a mess.  Here I was trying to get caught back up with the normal house work that I had postponed for my daughter’s room.  (PS as of today, Haylie’s room is still very tidy and organized.  So I’m proud of her and that work was well worth it. ) When I was trying to pack because that Thursday we were leaving.  AND the second full week of June was Twilight Camp.  So cleaning, taking my kid to camp, and packing left for a very stressed out and busy Maciena.

Thursday we left for camping.   The whole kit and kaboodle family were going. Mean 13 people in four trucks one pulling a camper left from the local Kroger parking lot to go to Hocking Hills, Ohio.  The drive was long, but not terribly so.  It was so manageable.  Once we got to the camp ground we were staying at it was time to set up camp.  Let me tell Ya, I had not been camping in YEARS.  I really don’t know the last time I was actually in a tent, sleeping on the ground.  But even though I’m pretty sure I took about 10 years off my life with all the physical activity I did.  Five-mile hike,  three-hour canoeing trip, and two nights of swimming in the lake.  I was more active in that four days than I have been in a while.  I hated it. But I loved it.  It was so pretty up there. But it was also so hot.  I don’t know how anyone survives the outdoors.  It’s gorgeous and worth it but so hard on the body.  That when I got home, I was basically a veggie for two days.  I just sat and chilled.  Seriously it was beautiful and amazing, but it was so good to do nothing.

The next week in June, I was supposed to start the next phase of cleaning projects, in particular being the family room. Let’s just say that it didn’t work out.  I did do work in the kitchen.  I emptied out my blue drawers that hold all my storage containers.  Cleaned them, organized them and recycled broken containers or one that was missing a lid.  It was a long day of work, but worth it.  There is a ton of projects that were just ignored during the last days of June.  But things were also done.  Like I started cataloging all my movies and books.   That is still an ongoing process.   But I’m so proud that of what I’ve cataloged.

The very last week of June was VBS.  And quite frankly it was fun but subdued.  Normally we have hundreds of kids, this year we had a much smaller group.  It was easier to manage, but still, it was the loud ruckus that it is normal.  But I have to say that I’m happy that we had it.   It was a good week.  Lucas was a pain in the butt the first night, he didn’t want to be a part of his group.  I’m not even sure why.  It was Randy’s first year, and he was no way perfect, but I think overall he was good.  It was a good year.



The second month of summer was a much more of the same.  Granted it this month isn’t over, but still.  The first week was spent cleaning, cataloging and dealing with kiddos.  The 4th of July was fun.  Per our tradition, we went to the Jones’ farm and watched a big boom.  I’m not talking fireworks either.  They blew up a car and it was perfect.  PERFECT.  I love watching the destructed of a dead car by gun fire and explosives.  I’m just saying.

The next week of July was spent with traveling.  The kids and hit the interstate at 5 am with the in-laws. We went to Ocala, Florida, spend a few days hanging out at the in-law’s house.  Then Thursday we went to Daytona Beach.  My kids were so happy in the water.  Lucas was super brave, he learned how to jump the waves as the crashed in and was having so much fun.  Randy would run into the water but was having a blast in the sand too. Haylie just wanted to be in the deep, until she got there but was seriously having fun with her cousins.  I ended up roasted and looked much like a red coke can.  It was not pleasant. The burn was painful.  Especially since I was in a car, driving to Chattanooga TN.  Once I made it to Chattanooga.  It was very late and sleep was all I really wanted.  It wasn’t a good night sleep due to the burn.  But it was perfect enough, cause I was TIRED.

In Chattanooga, the kids and I along with my parents did the incline there, and it was amazing.  I hadn’t done it since I was a kid and to see my kids light up at it was fairly awesome.  Lunch happened, then we headed to Pigeon Forge, TN.  Got another hotel room.  Between the burn, the exhaustion, and the lack of eating properly for a few days, I was sick to my stomach.  Potato soup was my best friend that night.  It helped so much.  That night we went to the hotel pool, and the kids once again showed me how brave they are.  Randy and Lucas (with proper flotation devices) was jumping into the five feet deep end.  They are water babies.  When it was time to get out the pool and go to bed, they were not happy, but tired enough that they passed out rather quickly that night.

After breakfast, the next day the kids and I headed home.  At some point on Saturday, I did something to my back.  It was bad.  So bad that it’s had me flat on my back since then.  I’ve been to the chiropractor every day since Monday.  Today is the first day I’ve really felt normal as far as my body.  Which is good.  I just hope it sticks.   The pain that comes from not being able to move is intolerable.

July is almost over and things are frozen for me until my back gets better.  So I’m hoping that happens soon.  Like really soon.  Because I still have bazillion things that I want to do and get done before school starts for my kiddos.  Things to get done for school.  Amongst other things, I have to get my daughter a band instrument.  So there are a lot of things that need to happen. But whatever.


Looking Ahead

In the next few months, I can expect my kids to start school again.   Get my house back in order.  And get back in shape.  I hate being so out of shape.  But that has been my summer for the most part.  Now it’s just a matter of surviving until fall.


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A Point of View



Because it’s what the blog is called.


Yesterday, I killed it.  I was that mom/wife/adult that was running on all cylinders.  I got up early, counted out the girl scout deposit. Did everything I was supposed to until Lucas got onto the bus.  Randy and I loaded up in the car and went to the bank.  Cashed my first paycheck in a long time, maybe a decade.  Took Super-Randy to the doctor to get his staples removed.  We ate out for lunch because he was such a trooper about getting the metal pieces removed from his head.  Then I made the choice to got Toy-R-Us to pick up a gift.  Then we went to Hobby Lobby, the library and then home to get the other kids off the bus.  It was a day that I felt amazing.  But it was a bit shaded by a bad moment, a great day was jaded by the actions of others.


We got to Toys R Us it was very apparent they were a busy store.  A super busy store. The line for check out was wrapped around the aisle into the side of the building.  But it’s that time of year.  I’m just going to have to deal with it. So after I pick up my item(s) I get in this long, long line. First and foremost, I expect Randy to throw a fit. He’s a three-year-old toddler.  I’m preparing for a long line, with a cranky toddler.  I have my phone, I have my ideas and we are going to get through it.  I was ready to keep him quiet.  But oh, let me tell you that my toddler who had been out and about for many hours at this point was a PRINCE CHARMING compared to the grown adults around me in line.

I know that standing in line is never pleasant.  NEVER. But (here comes my point of view) as an adult, we should take note of how we are acting.  The couple that was in front of me kept whiny about how long the line was, that there weren’t enough cashier registers open. That the manager was an idiot for not having the store properly staffed.  This couple went on and on about it.  The grandma behind me was not any better.  She was going on and on about how the line was so long, how she should have had all her shopping already done. Blah Blah Blah.  I mean really.  This is how the adults of the world are acting over a line.  Whatever happened to being understanding and compassionate?  What if the manager could only get the five cashiers in.  The store has signs saying they are now hiring.  Maybe, that is the case.  They do not have enough staff. I mean yes, I have some idea of how retail works.  Hasn’t everyone taken a retail job here and there?

I know that right now it’s the popular thing to disgrace the younger generation, how lazy, coddled they are.  While that may be very true, what does it say about our elders when they can’t be patient for a few minutes.  What kind of example are they setting for the lazier generations?  I was appalled by their behavior.  I can’t believe that I was ever that way because I was.  I was impatient and rude.  I just don’t even know how that was okay.  Yesterday’s experience showed me just how awful and appalling that behavior is. So in my opinion, we need to take a minute to think about what our actions are saying about us.  The actions of those adults yesterday, they showed me that the adults that whine about everything are part of the problems today.


But that is just my point of view.



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I didn’t Sleep Last Night



And I worry, I never will again.

October 24, 2016


The title says it all.  I didn’t sleep and I am worried that I won’t ever again.   Last night as I was getting ready to settle into bed when the thing that has been plaguing me happened again.  I spoke, and the person I was speaking too, did almost the action requested. I asked for the input button to be hit on the remote, to swap the TV from DVD mode to TV mode.   But the person hit the wrong button.   Was this a mistake, most likely.  But instead of saying I hit the wrong button, they said, I thought the TV was off.

This, especially in the light of a new day, is not a horrible action, statement.  But it’s one more example in a long list of examples of when I speak, asking a direct action, a different action is taken and the person I’m speaking to brushes it off as I’m the one who’s crazy.

I did blow up in the darkness of night, when I was tired, emotional and just needed to keep my mouth shut.  And that led to my sleepless, tear-filled night.  But no matter what, no matter how many times, I’ve turned this over in my head.  I am not entirely wrong.  I am wrong for blowing up, but my reasoning is sound.

What is so wrong with being expected to be heard.  Whether it’s an email that I send to my girl scout parents or a request I make with my troop.  A command I give my children.  A favor I ask of a friend.  Or a simple request I give my hubby because I can’t reach the remote.  Why is the same reaction to my speech a belief that the other person knows best?  Now this is where the hubby tells me I’m making it into something it is not.

With the remote, it could have been a simple miss hit of the button.  But he didn’t say whoops, the wrong button.  He says O I thought the TV was off.  I wouldn’t have asked for the input to be hit if I hadn’t already reached the TV and turned it on.  I would have asked for the TV to be turned on. There was a reason I asked for what I did.  And I could be reading more into this, but why would he assume the TV was off.  He made an assumption.  Then he backpedaled and made me into the crazy person. That he had just hit the wrong button, but he said that he thought the TV was off.  That I was making it into something more.   Like because he made a mistake, I blew it up into something it wasn’t.   But I know what I said.   I know what he said.  Yet, I’m the faulted party for calling him out? How is that right?  How is that fair?

Yes, I know crying all night because a wrong button was hit is a bit crazy.  But it was just another time, another example of how my words aren’t heard.  My words are so easily dismissed it’s like they aren’t heard.   I spend all day saying things that the four and three-year-olds just don’t hear.  They do whatever they please.  No amount of shouting, screaming, correcting or any other parenting technique seems to help.  There there are these other people who tend my boys. Speaking over me when I’m dealing with them. Bribing them with treats when I’m trying to get them to eat lunch.  Even their own sister will attempt to soothe them when I’m trying to parent them.  Every other person, it feels, is against me when it comes to my children.  My daughter has all these people whispering in her ears, that my words are lost.  My husband is so absorbed in work, that the family has become second to him again.  And while this seems full of self-pity and despair, I”m just really tired of being last in everyone’s life.  I thought when I married, I have one person who would always put me first.  But I’ve become last, lost and unimportant.  What makes it all so much worse is I tried, I really did try to calmly state how I was feeling.  How I felt dismal and he says that I have to find my own happiness.  I do.  I do. I am happy with my volunteer work, my reading, my blogging.  This isn’t about happiness.  This is about feeling like I matter, and that is a feeling I don’t have.  My kids look to others because they have been taught too.  My hubby looks to work, his phone.  Their actions show me that I’m not valued.

And while this seems full of self-pity and despair, I”m just really tired of being last in everyone’s life.  I thought when I married, I have one person who would always put me first.  But I’ve become last, lost and unimportant.  What makes it all so much worse is I tried, I really did try to calmly state how I was feeling.  How I felt dismal and he says that I have to find my own happiness.  I do.  I do. I am happy with my volunteer work, my reading, my blogging.  This isn’t about happiness.  This is about feeling like I matter, and that is a feeling I don’t have.  My kids look to others because they have been taught too.  My hubby looks to work, his phone.  Their actions show me that I’m not valued.  Then he says he cares.  And because he said it, I must believe it.  But words lie.  I work with words, I know how they can be shaped to deceive.  I know how little they can really mean.

I writing this here because I literally sat up all night.   I didn’t crash until 4:30 am.  But no matter how I spin it I’m the person who has to give it all away.  I had to give up my dreams of being a journalist because I had infants at home.  No one was comfortable with leaving two infants in daycare.  Too much time has since passed, I realistically do not believe in five more years, anyone will want to hire a person, who hasn’t been working in the field into the field. There will be too many fresh out of college with no attachments that will be a better hire.  I have given my entire life to my husband and children, and instead of a warm heart, I’m left in the dust of their lives.  Which really hurts.  I hurt.  And the worst part is, I’ve laid this all out, and while I know he won’t read, my blogs mean nothing to him or the daughter.  Nothing will change.   I’ll smash it down for a while.  I’ll pretend it’s okay.  But in a month or year, I’ll be right back here,  at the bottom of their list.  Carrying the weight of not mattering.



Titles are for Dorks.


I wish I knew the last time, that I took to this blog and divulged a post that was about my life and what all was going on.  It’s been far too long, that is for sure.


My Life: Blog Edition


The kids are good.  There have been wearing me out.  But they are happy and healthy.  The oldest is in a choir, girl scouts, crew and a few other things that make me crazy busy.  The boys are good.  The oldest boy has started pre-school and that deserves its own post.  (Maybe I’ll get back to regular blogging and do a #MommyBlog about it.  The littlest boy is growing and is so big already.  We just celebrated his third birthday and I’m not okay with that.  They make me crazy.  Like the girl, she has an attitude.  I’m not kidding.  She makes me scared about how teen years will be.  Which is only in three years.  Because we just had her tenth birthday.  It’s just emotionally compromising how fast they do grow.  I remember living in NC and holding this tiny blanket with a pink bundle.  I was exhausted and annoyed with everyone and everything.  Thinking that I was never going to have a full night’s sleep again.  That I was going to peed, puked, and pooped on forever.  But now it’s all about makeup and hair spray.   (Yes, she’s discovered makeup.)  But overall, kiddos are a good part of my life.


I have to say that after ten years, I feel like my marriage has settled.  We are to the point where we know each other.  I know how to deal with him, he knows how to deal with me.  And we are comfortable with each other, but still, know how to make the other tickle each other’s fancy.  Yes, I did say that.  Enjoy that internet.  I am happy with my husband.  I hope he’s happy with me.  I’m glad I still have him.  I want to keep him for many more years.  We have our routine and that is good.  I think we are at the place of goodness and second honeymoon bliss.  I know that sounds sappy of me.  AND it could because he’s been gone for a week and since he’s been back, he’s been working crazy hours and I just miss him.  But I love how strong our marriage appears to be.  Though if I am honest, He does annoy me quite a bit too.  But it’s never anything that is back-breaking.

My Body

Yes, I’m making this a category.  Because for the first time in years, I’m comfortable with my body.  It’s imperfect.  It’s round, squishy, and sometimes it hurts.  But it’s all mine, and I like what I see when I look at it in the mirror.  No, I’m not a fashion model or even anything I want to really be.  But I’m slimmer than I was a year ago.  I feel a hundred times better than I did a year ago, or even two years ago.  Most of that is because of my plexus routine.
{Ask me about Plexus if you want to hear how it’s changed my life. Because it’s changed my life.  I’m going to become an ambassador.  I haven’t yet, but I want to.  I have to a. have the money to do the buy in.  b. figure out how to set it up.  Once I get it done, I’ll post about it.  Because let me tell you this product has changed my life.  And I want it to change yours too.  }
My hair is purple (well it’s faded purple that looks cotton candy pink, which is okay, but I want my purple back).  The hair is going to have to have a come-to-Jesus moment and I want to get it cut.  Like, maybe 7-9 inches taken off.  But it’s a matter of time and money.  Neither of which do I have.  I even have a makeup routine now.  My dear friend has this business, and she’s awesome.  The makeup is really good and wearing it to church and whatnot, just boost my confidence even more since I’ve felt so good. (Felicia Britton, Younique Present) I love the cream shadows.  I’m a barely there when it comes to makeup, and I love the way my face feels when I use the products.
So between my Plexus, my Younique, and my confidence I’m happy with this area of my life.  I do want to keep adding to me stuff, and go to a gym or just run.  But that will come in time.

Blogs/Writing/Professional Stuff

So as far a writing a manuscript, that just isn’t happening.  I have not been able to make myself sit down and work on anything.  It’s not that I don’t want to. Because frankly, I do.  I want to write a book.  I want to go through the process of putting it out there, see if I can make it.  Maybe have a wallpapered with rejection letters.  Until finally that one person sees the potential in my story.  Then have a cinderella moment with a book. Eventually, have it published.  I want that.  I have that dream.  But I just haven’t been able to do anything about it.  I haven’t been able to take a step forward with it at all.  I do want to have a manuscript, I would love to have a few books.  In fact, I have an idea for a series. But I just have to figure out that time to do it.

The blogs are doing good, well not this one, but the others are.  The Television Watcher has content posted daily.  The site stats are fairly regular.  I just figured out how to add my ads to it.  (I am an amazon associate, mean that I will earn off of sales generated from my site links.)  I am really proud of how it looks.  I spend a lot of time making sure that it’s good as far as I know.  It might be awful, but I think it’s awesome.  Agents of SHIELD fansite is also doing very well.  On show nights, I have even had the chance to interact with the stars of the show.  That is an incredible feeling.  Again, I have the associate stuff going on that site, though I’m worried that it doesn’t look as professional as TV Watcher.  My other blog, the one I don’t pay for a domain name too is Journey of Faith, the sister blog for this one.  While views are low, it’s my personal space to talk about my faith.  And I love that I have  it.  I hope and pray that I can help one person.  Only, because I listen to God.

Random Thoughts

That is the majority of my life in a nutshell.  I run around with my kids.  I love my husband.  I do my blogs.  I also do all the boring stuff, like housecleaning and whatnot.  In fact, most of my time is spent doing the boring stuff.  I do a load of laundry and dishes every day.  Some days it a lot more.  But that is what my non-job entails, doing the boring house cleaning.  I wish I could have a real job.  I honestly need a job, since I lost my extra kids, and the money it put in my pocket.  My wallet is too light and it stresses me out.  We cover bills, but the extra stuff I like has said goodbye for now.  If I had a job, then it could come back.  Though working presents it’s problems for me.  Like where do my little ones go during the on the clock time?  Because I fear that my job  would only cover the cost of  a daycare for the little ones or I’d work at night and sleep when I shouldn’t.  Or not sleep and become a zombie.  I don’t want to be a zombie.  So I don’t know. 

This has been a long post about my life.  Hope that you’ve enjoyed reading it.

A Case of the Mondays



Why Monday?


I woke up this morning feeling groggy.  Was it because of a lack of sleep, nope.  I went to bed at 9 pm and I was happily soundly sleeping by 10 pm.  So I had plenty of sleep.  I think my body just knew that Monday was coming.  Not that I work a 9 to 5.  So I don’t know why I wasn’t ready for Monday.  But this particular Monday has already been quite rough.  My daughter hasn’t been feeling good.  Not quite sick, but not running at 100%.  So I had to run down to the store to replace the medicine that we’ve run out of.  Now, I’m the stay at home mom that doesn’t drive in the morning commuter traffic.  And was almost hit twice.  Once by a car that appeared out of NO where when I was making my left hand turn.  Once as I was walking across the parking lot.  The car didn’t think they had to drive slowly in a parking lot.  Needless to say I was rattled when I got home to deliver her medicine. But I did get home in one piece, which is quite the blessing.

Now it’s like 9:30 and I’ve done my daily devotional and worked on this blog.  I have a huge list of things that need to happen today.  So I should get my butt up from my desk and get to work.  I have a list that is overwhelming and there is only one way to get up over the whelming stuff.  That made no sense.  Just go with it.

Hopefully, I’ll be able to turn this Monday around and not get hit by any cars today.  Here’s hoping!



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Road Trip

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Pine Mountain


Yesterday, I ran away from home.  Well, kind of.  I went on a road trip.  I woke up an at ungodly hour, and meet my mother and sister (on time) at our meeting spot.  Then we all loaded into one car, and drove down to Pineville, KY.



This city itself was fascinating, while we didn’t explore it too much, it was still interesting to drive through.   We had a goal in mind, Chained Rock.  Now, I’ll be the first to admit I didn’t really research too much about the state park where the rock is located.  So I had just assumed that it was this nice and easy place to walk up to, look at, take my photos and move on.  WOAH! I was wrong.  It was a half mile hike out the rock.  That in itself wasn’t that bad.  It was a cool morning.  There were stairs and rails along the way.


It was that bad.  Then the three of us just came to the place where the trail just ended.  Like nice path, that just stops into a giant rock.  We were all kind of like, what is this?

So I feel froggy, and I just start going across.  I really had to monkey climb/crawl across and when I come to the next clearing, I see this amazing view.  But I keep going, and finally, finally I see the chain.  I keep going around and there it is.


I was just sort of in awe.  I go back and tell them they need to come.  Mom is hesitant, Sissy is more willing to give it a go.  And the three of us work our way around this giant rock and get to the landing.  Sissy and I got more adventurous and climbed out closer to the edges.  Which was super cool.  The whole place was basic, but amazing. It felt amazing to have to work for such a view.  It almost makes me what to take up mountain climbing as a hobby.  Almost.  DSCN4533DSCN4537DSCN4535

The rock we had to maneuver around was rough.  I’m sure that a seasoned rock climber would think it is nothing, but the thing is, I’m a stay at home mom.  My exercise level is chasing toddlers.  So this was thrilling.  It was difficult for me.  But it was so amazing. So amazing.  The rocks were beautiful.  They were amazing.  The top was super fun.  It had some amazing views.  DSCN4549 DSCN4551 DSCN4552 DSCN4557


The park has this resort, and my mom pointed out that it had that Dirty Dancing feel.  I agreed.  It felt that it was out of time.  A place of yesteryear or something.  But it was a nice place and we ended up eating at the restaurant.  It was so overpriced.  But the food was so good.  It had an amazing view. It was nice to have a meal where I am not being at clawed at.  And was able to have a lovely conversation with the ladies of my family.   After we got back onto the trail, which was so much harder to go back up.  (To many stairs up) I had to woo-hoo out loud.  I just felt so exhilarated.  I touched the top of the world.  ( Yes, in reality I was only 2,200 feet above sea level, but I don’t like reality)  It was a real high. Pun, intended.   13872696_10102816181816272_2003509051325461888_n

We then took highways home.  Instead of the interstate.  Which was fun driving through all the towns.  It wasn’t so fun, when I heard a car accident.  Because that was traumatic, everyone was okay and things were good.  But hearing the crash was terrifying.  We got home super late, and by super late I do mean around 9.  But I was exhausted and went to sleep soon after I got home.  I loved the day I had with my family.  I hope we get to go back and explore the area more.  It was so much bigger than I think any of us knew.  I’m thankful that I was able to take the time with my mom and sister.  It was such a good day.

and for now….


…that is all.