Letters From Santa

     Each year I write letters for Santa and send them from the North Pole. The letters are written on Christmas paper, and sent to whomever you wish! Your child, your husband, your mom, your dad, that grumpy guy from work who needs a smile. Anyone. Well, anyone within reason. 

     Letters can be sent either domestic or international. Last year I made a donation to the Wounded Warrior Project with the money made from these letters. This year I will be making a donation to St. Judes Childrens Hospital. I will be donating 50% of each letter. I will use remaining money for supplies, stamps, etc. :) 

      There are two options. Option 1 is a handwritten letter from Santa. The entire letter will be handwritten, and signed by Santa. (Option 1 is "sold out"  Sorry! ) Option 2 is for a letter printed out on an Ink Jet printer and then hand signed from Santa. Letters will be mailed out the first week in December. You can send me exactly what you would like the letter to say, OR Santa can write what he wants. Last year, Santa reported on what Molly the Elf on the Shelf was telling him. Your choice! Make sure you let me know. You can message me on FB or I will contact you once I receive your payment. See below for the link! 

   Happy Holidays! Now who wants to come fill out my Christmas cards for me? 

Letter from Santa 

                                            Sold out

November?

I love Halloween (and nothing to note of my costume at school.) We took the Bug trick or treating at the museum on campus. He was very excited with his bat and his starfish that he got. No candy for him (because I'm a mean mom, and really, he doesn't need anymore energy.)

Somehow though, it is November. I do not know what happened to September/October (or the rest of the year even.) Time flies when you're having fun, or at least you don't have time to look at the date. With the time change today, it didn't get light here until 9:30 or so this morning. I do love watching the sunrise each morning. I feel productive for once.

As the Bug and I went grocery shopping this morning they were marking down all the Halloween candy (WIN!) and putting up all the Christmas decorations. Poor Thanksgiving had one lonely little shelf. I on the other hand have a "few" bags of Reese's.

This summer I got away from blogging due to new job craziness and pure exhaustion. When I did have time it was spending it with the Bug or getting things figured out in my new position. My exhaustion was explained by a Vitamin D deficiency, and a low Thyroid. My doctor also suggested that I cut yeast out of my diet to see if it makes me feel better.....so pretty much, eat nothing. I'm still considering it to see if it helps, but seriously, there are a handful of things I can eat (exaggeration, but not by much!)

I'm starting to organize my letters from Santa. Last year my donation went to the Wounded Warriors Project. I want to donate this year to a Children's organization, and I'm thinking of St. Jude's, but am open to suggestions. I'll have that information posted soon. If you're new to this rambling wreck of a blog, I write letters from Santa, and mail them from North Pole, AK and make a donation to an organization. Last year I sold a bunch on eBay. This year in order to keep sane, I am going to just put them on the Facebook page for FBX Adventures.



Anyway.... Happy November!

Why I don't dress up on Halloween...

...and it's probably not what you're thinking.

I love Halloween. I love dressing up, I love how happy and excited kids get, I love it all. When I first started teaching 11 years ago I did not dress up for Halloween. I taught middle school, and the kids were already over excited, and I didn't want to distract them. There was learning to be done!

When I started teaching kiddos with EBD (Emotional/Behavioral Disorders) I stood by my rule of NO dressing up. I loved those kids. They were the most amazing people I have had the pleasure of working with and they BEGGED me to dress up. I told them something along the lines of "everyone be on Level 4 by Halloween and I'll dress up." (Level Systems are a tool to help teach students rules and expectations.) Well, wouldn't you know it that was the carrot that they needed. I had to dress up.

My husband and I dressed up for Halloween every year, and this year it just so happened that we went as an Orca Whale and her trainer. I did research. I made my costume that of a 7 year old female Orca. I was excited. I was Orca from head to toe. It was awesome. I decided to just wear this to school, so I didn't need to think of another one.

I went to school that morning, put on my costume and proceeded to teach my kiddos as a fully dressed Orca for an hour. The office called and asked one of my students to come down. No one said what they wanted him for, and I didn't think much of it. About five minutes later I heard glass breaking, and then I got the call from the office. Long story short, my student was suspended and he was angry. He started punching out the windows in the office. He ran out of the office and I had to put him into a restraint (keep in mind I am very trained, and he was being a risk to himself. I'm not going into details about him and why.) We were in the front of the school in the lobby. He was screaming and yelling. I was restraining him as a fully dressed killer whale. It looked bad. As I had him in a restraint, the entire sixth grade class walked by on their way to a field trip.

Picture him yelling......with a woman fully dressed as a Killer Whale. It looked like I was trying to eat him. I had him turned away from the hall so no one would see his face,

After he was calmed down, we walked back to my room. Without saying a word, I took my clothes and went to the faculty room, changed out of my costume, threw it in the garbage and that was it.

No costumes for the past 6 years.

Today I break that stretch. Wish me luck! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

Well Hello!

It's October hu? How in the hell did THAT happen! Summer sucked, and that led into our three week Fall. It snowed a few weeks ago and that was the end of the shortest Season of the year. Then I started the J-O-B that will not be named. I love it, but I believe in a separation of work and home. This blog is about home. Also, my goals in life are to not end up on CNN or an internet Meme. Life's simpler that way.

Bug is large and in charge. He will be a year and a half tomorrow. How did that happen? I feel like it was just yesterday that I was complaining that I was pregnant.

I'll update more later, but I figured that I'd dust off the cobwebs from this blog and get ready to complain about the weather!

Dear Bug

Dear Bug,

I suppose at some point you are going to find this blog on the internet. Today I dropped you off at daycare for the second time in your life. You have now spent a total of 4 hours away from me, other than times you've been with family or while a baby sitter watched you as you slept. It is hard. I'm sure it is harder on me than it is on you, but it was hard.

For two hours you screamed. It breaks my heart that you think I left you. I will never leave you. Know that you are my favorite thing, the love of my life and my heart now rests within your tiny chest. I will never leave you and if I do, a part of me will always stay with you. I promise that.

You are such an amazing guy, and I love you more than any words can ever begin to describe. Before you were born I'd hear parents talk about how much they loved their kids and I didn't get it. You'll never get it either, until one day a nurse hands you a blanket with a tiny bundle of love in it. Your heart will fill with so much love, and somehow, someway, you will love them more every second. You do such fun things that make me laugh so hard. You are an amazing little guy and we are so lucky to have you in our lives. I am so blessed.

Daycare is hard. It makes me feel so guilty to go back to work. You love other kids so much and you seem to get so bored at home that I thought this was a good idea. I hope this is a good idea. I hope that in a few months I'll come back and read this blog and think, "Oh yeah, he hated that, I forgot." I hope this is a good decision.

I realize that as I write about daycare, that soon it will be kindergarten, (blink) middle school, (blink) high school, (blink) college and so on. Time stops for no one, even for over protective mommas.

I love you, and I'll always come back for you.

Love,

Momma

Bugdate

I successfully have blogged what, once? twice? in the past month. Summer is here, which means that my hubby is off doing field work off and on. That leave me lots of one-on-one Bug time, but also less "sit on my butt and blog time."

Bug is doing awesome. He is up to 5 teeth and his hair is in his face. He is a solid walker now, and can run (and it's adorable, even if it isn't steady.) He loves to do everything that mommy and daddy do, even if that leads to some frustration on his part. It truly amazes me at what he watches us do, and he mimics it perfectly. Example from this last weekend. Friends from Pennsylvania came to stay in the Moosequito Inn and we took them gold panning. Bug spent most of the time playing in the creek while we panned for gold (daddy and I took turns watching him.) At one point we put down our pans and sat on the edge of the stream. Bug walked over, grabbed a pan, threw a scoop of dirt from the bucket into it and started to pan. He did it exactly like we did. It was adorable.

Friday, Bug started daycare. It was horrible and broke my heart to drop him off. He was there for three hours while I ran to the greenhouse to pick up my free green bean plants. He seemed "ok" when I showed up, but then just sat in my lap and cried. The poor guy has never been away from me. I'm glad I have the opportunity to have him transition slowly, I think....

Lots going on. We've had a TON of rain, and my garden is not happy. Hopefully it gets warmer and stays a little dryer for a bit. I'd like SOMETHING in my garden to grow.

Now, for some photos.

Garden Update

I am 1/2 way through Solo Parenting. Hubby is out SOMEWHERE in Alaska flying in a helicopter doing archaeology "stuff."  I know he was in a cave. I'm a horrible wife when it comes to explaining what he does.

ANYWAY Solo parenting is going well. I'm afraid to say "great" because Karma might come bite me in the ass. We're having fun! Lots of fun. Bug is an amazing little guy and I love spending time with him. We went through a few days of injury after injury.

Thursday last week he cut his finger - blood everywhere.
Friday night he fell and "fixed" his lip tie himself. - blood everywhere.
Saturday he fell a the park and hit his head - giant goose egg
Sunday fell and bit his lip- little blood and black and blue lip.

SO, as you can see, we had a rough couple of days. Poor Bug.

The Garden went in last weekend. I'd like to say that it's doing "awesome" and things are growing like crazy, but this is my first year growing in AK and things that did great in Seattle (i.e. Basil) are NOT doing well here. Not sure what I'm doing wrong, but if it starts to go south, I'm going to harvest it all and call it good!

I have a ton of things planted.

Basil, Red Onions, Yellow Onions, Strawberries, Sunflower, Pumpkin (pie), Pumpkin (Atlantic Giant), Cabbage (OS Cross), Cabbage (Gonzales), Radishes (French Breakfast- I think!), Lettuce (Simpson), Lettuce (Corn), Cilantro, Thyme, Chives, Rosemary, Beets (? I forget!), Carrots, (I forget!! I have it written down somewhere...), Rhubarb, Garlic, Squash (variety of types, Winter, Spagetti, Yellow), Zucchini, Cucumbers (Bush, and three other types....dang it....only I would write a blog post with 1/2 the info!), Potatoes (6 towers), Corn  (Earlivee), Chard,  Tomatoes (a variety of types and they are driving me NUTS.) I'll do an updated list of everything and how it is doing for my own records (at some point.)

Seriously. Tomatoes like it hot and are not doing very hot. Last night I threw together a greenhouse for them to live in. In the process of building it the Bug attempted to help so I ended up getting my finger with the drill. OUCH. Tomatoes are more needy than the Bug. I spent today figuring which spot in the yard saw the most sun and I pulled that stupid thing there with the Bug's "help." I then had to move the cabbage because it was where the sunniest spot was.

SOMETHING BETTER GROW!!!!

The radishes and Simpson Lettuce are coming up. I had to giggle when I saw that. The first few rows are nice then I said !@#$ it and threw the seeds and ran to the house. The mosquitoes are HORRIBLE!! HORRIBLE-HORRIBLE-HORRIBLE. In 45 minutes I got bit 47 times (the marks that I could see and count.) I HATEZ THEM! Did I mention I hate Mosquitoes? Also, the onions are doing well, the first potatoes are peeking up, and the strawberries are getting flowers.

I bought a Mosquito Magnet at a yard sale the weekend before my husband left It needs propane and I don't want to drive with propane in the car with the Bug. I know people do it all the time, but with my luck I would do something wrong.

Secret Subject Swap

Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week, 15 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts. 

My Secret Subject Swap was submitted by Someone's Else's Genius and it is  You've been given the gift of second-sight. You have no control over your visions. How would you handle your gift and the consequences of using your gift?


 My first thought when I saw this prompt was "What the (BLEEP) is second-sight?" To the Googles I went! Google, more specifically Wikipedia told me the following: Second sight is a form of extrasensory perception, the supposed power to perceive things that are not present to the senses,^[1] whereby a person perceives information, in the form of a vision, about future events before they happen (precognition), or about things or events at remote locations (remote viewing).^[2]

So, if I had the power to see things that would happen in the future what would I do? I think it would be AWESOME! I have really strong Deja-Vu to the point that sometimes I know what will happen in the middle of an event happening. Does that count? Can I pretend? I think that is pretty cool. 

When I was little there was once that my dad and brother went out on a four wheeler into the woods. I didn't want them to go, I don't remember why, but I do remember that I cried a lot and my mom and I baked cookies to distract me. I was 7, maybe 8. The whole time I told my mom that something bad happened and we needed to go find them. We baked cookies, we ate cookies and as time passed my mom started to worry too. We got into the car and drove the road that they would have driven on. About two miles down the road we found them. They were fine, luckily, but it was getting dark and the Four Wheeler had died. No reason, it just stopped working. My brother was 5 or 6, and my dad would have had to walk back in the dark with him. 

Anyway, not sure that counts, but I'll pretend. If I had the power, I would hope I could ignore the bad. If I had no control over it. If I knew someone was going to die no matter what (wasn't there a movie about that?) I wouldn't tell them, why upset them. (THAT sounds morbid.) I would spend as much time with them as I could and made sure they knew they were loved. If I had that power I would hope it would be slight and not super vivid images. I'd like to know when good things would happen and train myself to be oblivious to the bad. What kind of life is that to know when all the bad was happening? I'd enjoy the good and make sure everyone around me did too! 

Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:

http://www.BakingInATornado.com                          Baking In A Tornado

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/                          Spatulas on Parade

http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/                      Stacy Sews and Schools

http://dinoheromommy.com/                                    Dinosaur Superhero Mommy

http://www.juiceboxconfession.com                      Juicebox Confession

http://morethancheeseandbeer.blogspot.com           More Than Cheese and Beer

http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/                          Confessions of a part-time working mom

http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com                     Someone Else’s Genius

http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/                        Sparkly Poetic Weirdo

http://www.crumpetsandbollocks.com                    Crumpets and Bullocks

http://fbxadventures.blogspot.com                      FBX Adventures (In Parenting)

http://elleroywashere.com                                  elleroy was here

http://climaxedtheblog.blogspot.com                  Climaxed

http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com                The Bergham’s Life Chronicles

http://www.eviljoyspeaks.wordpress.com               Evil Joy Speaks

Gardening Time! (Almost!)

The other day someone said something to me about my blog....blog? Oh, yea! I write a blog. Opps! Sorry it has been a while. The kid was sick, then the husband was gone, and then my brain was focused (obsessed) with my garden.

The weather has been nice and the sun doesn't set (well, it does, but I am never up that late, and when I get rudely awakened by a certain 1 year old, it is never truly dark.) Gardening season is upon us! This is what I have been plotting and planning since we moved to our first tiny apartment in Seattle. I spent the fall making raised beds and have been counting down the days until I was able to plant. That time is here...almost. 

Buying my plants! 

Apparently the "rule" is to not plant until June 1st. June 1st came and it was 47 degrees. I'm not a gardening expert but I took the 47 degrees + massive wind storm as a hint to wait a few more days. Earlier this week I went to a greenhouse a few miles outside of town and picked up my plants so I can start hardening them up. Originally I planned on only planting vegetables that are edible, but I couldn't pass up the 500# pumpkin plant (Atlantic Giant.) The plant itself is crazy with how fast it grows. I'm excited to see how it does outside. Even more excited if the #@!$%# moose don't get it. I also bought two OS Cross cabbage plants. The lady helping me told me I needed to plant them 6 feet apart because of how big they get. Can anyone say sauerkraut!?  I also bought a Russian Sunflower that is suppose to get huge. So, my reasonable garden turned into a garden of giants. Which would be easier if it A. Rained and B. I didn't need to haul water. 

I did my first run to the well on Friday night and got 22 gallons of water, and my water container (the first one didn't work, so I bought a garbage can and made that one into the water system) holds 32 gallons. I get the idea that I will be doing many a trip to get water this summer. Especially when it gets warm out. It does get warm at some point, right Fairbanks people?! 

Saturday I went and got another truck load of dirt, and am so excited to make a few more gardens out of the tires I got at the Transfer Station. What I don't use to plant is going into our attempt at growing grass in the front yard! 

My gardening assistant does not quite get it....

Plants out of the garage enjoying the sunshine. 

Our pitiful backyard (the backyard wasn't raked last summer before we moved in.) Some of the garden beds ready for wire and plastic (for the peppers.) 

Bug is doing well! He is talking more and more. The other day he put his shoe on when I told him to (never in a million years guessing he would actually go get his shoe and put it on.) He is pretty much the coolest thing EVER. Saturday we took him to the Large Animal Research Station (University of Alaska-Fairbanks) to see Musk Ox and Reindeer. He loved it and ran all over. I wanted to try to smuggle out a baby Reindeer because OMG THEY ARE SO CUTE!!! 

Baby Bug

Baby Musk Ox

Water container

Instead of spending my weekend in 105° and sun I got to spend the weekend with 44° and overcast skies. 

Not quite the weekend I had planned and I am still disappointed that I couldn't go to Vegas. That being said no way I would never leave a sick Bug.  I also realize it could always be worse.

Saturday my husband and I took the large container I found the transfer station and turn it into a water holding system. It was super simple. 

I post the photo on Facebook of the container and it turns out it holds the salt pellets for a water softening system. I took the container to the car wash and clean the inside of it really well. I also got my own shower in the meantime. 

I stop by the hardware store my way home and pick up the supplies. When I got home I had my husband help me because I was afraid to ruin it and only had one container. 

We first decide where to put the spout and I drew a hole. My husband uses spoon bit I  picked up and drilled the hole for me. It wasn't something I wanted to make a mistake on. 

After the hole was drilled and cleaned up a bit, we got the parts and installed the housing and the spout.

Like my nice nails? Practical for Vegas, not so much for all my yardwork. 

 The seal was so tight we didn't even need to use silicone. The whole project took about 15 minutes, and cost around $30 including the car wash. 

We do not have gutters so I want to haul water to the container. Not excited about that, but I'm cheap and don't want to pay for water that we have hauled to the house. I can go get the water for free at a well about 5 miles from the house I'll just fill little containers and then go back and load this. Sounds like a lot of work but it's free. I like free. 

The garden beds are all prepped and ready to put plants in the next few weeks is still too cold. I also need to build a Moose fence due to recent visitors. Going try to get that done before put the plants in.

Use your Words - Ode to Vegas

Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.

At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them. 

I’m using:   Monkey wrench, jock strap, bull whip, corn field, banjo, radiation          

They were submitted by:   The Momisodes 

It is Tuesday. This will post on Friday. Friday I will have been in Vegas for 24 hours. Sin City. Currently, I am BEYOND excited to leave. I will miss the Bug terribly, and his papa, but...sleep! I can't WAIT. I'm sure that when you read this someone will have thrown a monkey wrench into my dreams of sleeping a solid 8 hours. If you've never been to Vegas, it is the only place I have ever gone where I was ready to leave after 4 days. I am going with some of my best girlfriends. The movie "Hangover" could honestly be inspired by our first trip to Vegas 5 years ago. It was quite the experience, but true to the saying, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."  

The last time we went to Vegas it was 4 am before I even noticed that I was starting to get tired. 4 AM!!! HOW!? Maybe this time we'll see a guy wearing nothing but high heels, a jock strap, and a bull whip. Last time, we only saw that high heels and the bull whip. Seriously. Anything can happen in Vegas.  

That being said, I present to you, a poem, entitled "Vegas." An original master piece by me! (YOU saw my words, what else did you think I'd write about?!)

Oh Vegas, dear Vegas, how I love you so, 

with your half naked men and their jock straps to go.

You warm my body and heart with your sun and fun, 

but do not like when it is all done. 

Hopefully this time there will be no monkey wrenches,

my suitcase arrives without me sitting on benches. 

There will be no banjo music to lull me to sleep, 

because sleep is for the weak, (I know, this poem's deep.) 

Men with bull whips will make us think twice, 

about the choices we make and how to play nice. 

The sun's radiation beating down all day, 

makes me wish for a gallon of sun spray.

The goal of the trip is to stay safe and come back without skin peel, 

OH, and don't end up dead in a corn field. 

-Fin 

Best thing ever, right? I'll expect the talk shows to be calling me any day now wanting to interview me....also, if you don't hear from me by Tuesday, someone start a GoFundMe page to bail me out of jail.

**Side Note: Vegas was canceled. Well, my trip was cancelled. Bug started puking at 10:30 as I was loading the car to leave. No Vegas, No warm weather, No friends I haven't seen in a year. Bug's just a baby once. I'll go back, but MAN does this suck. Talk about a monkey wrench.**

Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:

http://bakinginatornado.com                       Baking In A Tornado

http://batteredhope.blogspot.com                Battered Hope

http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/              Confessions of a part-time working mom

http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com            Someone Else’s Genius

http://fbxadventures.blogspot.com                 FBX Adventures (In Parenting)

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/            Spatulas on Parade

http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/        Stacy Sews and Schools

http://www.outmannedmommy.com                 Outmanned

http://www.eviljoyspeaks.wordpress.com           Evil Joy Speaks

http://www.healingtomato.com                        Healing Tomato

http://themomisodes.com                           The Momisodes

http://www.JuiceboxConfession.com              Juicebox Confession

Step by Step

I feel like this song needs to go in here....maybe play it while you read this post. Humor me.

Anyway, since Spring/Summer is here, and the snow is gone, the amount of yard work that we need to do is very apparent.

VERY.

Our house was built in 2004. The yard has a slope to it, and when they built the house someone came with a backhoe and made a flat spot for the house, built the house and that was it. In our back yard there is a drop off between what is "yard" (if you can even call it that...treeless mud area might be better...) and the woods. We want to build a fire pit down in the woods and I wanted to do something that tied the two areas together.

We have had lots of ideas, but decided to put in some steps to start. This was our Saturday night project.

This is looking from the woods towards our house. It has been where we've walked up and down every time we go to get work done. It seemed like a logical place to put in some steps. 

To start I dug out some steps and put the dirt on a tarp to use as fill later. There are different ways to do it, but this seemed the easiest for now. 

My very cute assistant cutting a tree stump from one of the steps. See all those black things on him? Those my friends would be mosquitoes. They are huge and HORRIBLE. So horrible. I hatz them. 

The finished product! This photo was taken at 10:30 pm. Just to give you an idea of how light it is outside now. I love it! 

The Bug checking out Mommy and Daddy's handy work this morning. 

We still have to put something on top of the mud. I'd love moss or grass. We'll see what I can figure out.

One thing checked off....833,230 more to go!

Secret Subject Swap -

Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week, 15 brave bloggers pick a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.

My subject was submitted by Outmanned Mommy  My subject is "What would your perfect Summer vacation look like?"

Like most people, I spend the entire winter complaining about how cold I am, how much I hate being cold, how I want to move to (insert tropical island here.) Then, then the summer hits. It gets above 72, and I am convinced I'm going to sweat to death. Once it hits 80, I regret my months of complaining, and start dreaming of September. Then it hits 90, and forget about it. I refuse to leave my house, and drink enough water to fill an in-ground swimming suit. I spent my day getting a shower and laying on the ground until I am dried, and then repeat the process a million more times.

Long story short? I like it to be between 68-72 and sunny.

Growing up my parents took us to Chincoteague, VA every summer for (insert number here, I can't remember.) I looked forward to this trip ALL YEAR.

1. There were ponies.
2. There were ponies.
3. There was an ocean.
4. There...wait, did I mention ponies?
5. There were ponies.

 You get the point. I loved it! With the ocean breeze, it never felt "too hot." I loved it, and it is one of my favorite childhood memories. We went fishing and crabbing. I successfully caught a seagull, and my wonderful daddy took the hook out (and the image of him tacking a bird that I reeled in still makes me snicker, and I bet that was 25 years ago.)

We haven't been back to Chincoteague since I was 9, maybe 10, hell, maybe 11. It's funny how something goes from 2-3 years ago to 20 + years. Time does fly. I have dreamed of that place for years. My passion and love of horses was born there, and I want nothing more than to go back. I want to take Bug and walk the beach in the early morning looking for shells. I want to go and catch blue crabs and then have a feast. I want to stalk ponies and dream of which one I am going to take home.

I know that time changes places. Hell, in the 8 months I left Seattle so much was new, but so much was gone. If I could have my perfect summer vacation, it would be with my mom, dad and little brother and it would take place in the late 80's. I'd fight with my brother the whole car ride down. I'd try to convince him to "play the piano" (and I would stretch my legs across his lap.) We'd run into our hotel room and jump on the beds. The only worries I'd have on my mind would be waking up early enough to collect the good shells. I'd have my sand pail filled each day with shells, and by the end of the trip I'd have hundreds. My mom and dad would take me back to the beach at the end of our trip and I'd have to leave behind some of the shells...most of the shells....they'd fill the trunk. They'd tell me about the other boys and girls who would find them and how happy it would make them. I'd do all this, just one more time.

Then I'd take my husband and son and make new memories. One day I will, and I can not wait!

Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:

http://www.BakingInATornado.com                          Baking In A Tornado

http://themomisodes.com                                       The Momisodes

http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com                     Someone Else’s Genius

http://fbxadventures.blogspot.com                          FBX Adventures (In Parenting)

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/                     Spatulas on Parade

http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/                Stacy Sews and Schools

http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/                         Confessions of a part time working mom

http://www.outmannedmommy.com                        Outmanned

http://www.eviljoyspeaks.wordpress.com                  Evil Joy Speaks

http://www.impoverishedvegan.com                         Impoverished Vegan

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