Welcome to the Show!

Welcome to the Show!
This is the story of my life.
It isn't much, but it is mine. It can be a zoo.

Please keep your hands and feet tucked in at all times.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

It's Getting Weally Weally Spooky In Here

I wish all my great ideas were cheaper. The creative flow apparently doesn't come with a price limit. Sigh. Just when a great idea strikes me, I realize having a fountain installed in the backyard would be a bit pricey, not to mention time consuming. The alternative would be to get a plaster statue and set it in a bucket with a airator pump. It would work, but it won't have the same effect I suppose. I guess I will have to wait another year.


Sad. Just sad.

Bit by bit the house and the garage are coming together for the birthday / Halloween festivities. The menu needs to be finalized and my co-birthday girl needs an intro to our Karg party preparation process. Beebs and I both have projects that we are working on. Of course because you can't have the 20+ people that will be attending this shin-dig all crowded in the awesome garage, and the rest of the house be it's normal scary self! Starting today, no more mopping or doing the dishes. In a couple weeks, we should be looking mighty scary 'round here! As easy as that sounds the house would smell rather rank in a few days. I don't think I could handle that.

Just say no to stinky houses!

The family, as usual, will be chipping in and helping with all the details. Sister is making the cake, and Daddy is making a prop coffin. In the end everyone in our family will have leant a hand in some way, shape, or form. I always appreciate helping hands, and there is still so very much to do, and fewer days to do it in. Before we know it, the party will be upon us, and I and my never ending lists will be shweaty and exsausted. Is it almost time for the mini vacation?? Yes! In less than a month, my sister and I will be spending a long weekend doing girl stuff like shopping and drinking beer. Well okay, redneck girl stuff anyway. We are also pondering the possibility of skipping Thanksgiving with our mish-mosh clans and visiting our family in Rhode Island. It is in the possbilities column of our agendas, so lets keep our fingers crossed that I can actually get the Beebs to leave the state for the first time in 10 years. Well, the Mad Dr. Beebs is cracking the whip, and demanding that I add more spider web to the display. Back to the grind...

Friday, September 16, 2011

A Brief Dissection of A Beebs

There are days that I feel like a teenager again, and that no one understands me. That is typically compounded by one or two people that choose the absolute worst ways to convey their point. When I was a teenager, I was defiant. My opinion or point of view mattered little to any adult. Not that they were being malicious about it. They didn’t need to be. Telling me no without listening to my reasons why, well you could bet it was a sure fire way to get me to do just what you said not to. Of course I am a grown woman these days and thankfully much has changed.

I can work under supervision with no issues. I can be polite to peace officers, and do what I can to get along with most everyone. Authority is one thing I am okay with most of the time. One thing I do not deal with well is anyone, that goes for every person in my life, telling me no, I cannot do something. This is not to say that when I ask for someone’s opinion, that they can’t tell me that they feel it is not a good idea, and why. Opinions are always welcome. But don’t try to flat out tell me NO. As if I am some child asking for candy at breakfast. You don’t have the right. I will defend my right to that every day for the rest of my life. If I am making a dangerous decision, and I am not clear headed, I can understand such a thing. But let’s say I wanted to color my hair purple. A little off the wall for me these days, but nothing dire. You may not like it, but what business is it of yours to tell me I cannot? You have the right to tell me that you don’t like it, or that it is dumb. That doesn’t mean I am changing my mind. It is your opinion, while you can give it to me; it is my choice what to do with it.

I don’t feel that my declaration is unusual or abnormal in any way. I am sure most feel the same. I don’t do well with demands, and will be more responsive with requests or suggestions. I am normally a very accommodating person. I do not have designs in life to wreak havoc, or piss people off. I am a textbook Libra and while I like to debate, I rather need harmony. But when someone comes through and decides to be a bull to my china shop, I get defensive. I don’t have to be on the right side of an argument or discussion. I can admit I am wrong, but you won’t hear those words from my lips if you think you are going to beat me up to get the words out. Admit I am wrong when I know I am right? Not unless it is said sarcastically. 

I am an independent, family loving, bull headed woman. I will take care of you, as long as you don’t demand it of me, or take advantage of me. I am nothing without my freedom, equally as much as I am nothing without my family ties to this world. My love expands, it doesn’t break into pieces. I am not selfish with myself or towards myself. This is who I have grown to be in my almost 31 years. I am by no means perfect, but I stand by the golden rule as taught to me by my father. I hope by now, that the things I have outlined here were pretty evident to those that I spend most of my time with. But I think people tend to forget who the people that they love the most really are. We take for granted every day, how unique and wonderful we can be, and instead focus on the uglier, darker sides to our personalities. Don’t tell me my timing is wrong for saying how I feel. Be proud that I didn’t pull out my avenging sword and take off a few heads. Know that the reason you love me is still in there mixed up with the tired person who hates her job and would rather read than cook dinner.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

1, 2, 3, 4, FIF

I am officially staring down the barrel of my 31st birthday. Time has ceased to slow, despite much cursing, and complaining. I guess my wish when I was younger to hurry up to this point in life was heard, and now, someone is sitting on the remote, and I am stuck in fast forward. The husband will be 38 a little over a month after my birthday. I have 2 more years to plan the biggest over the hill party anyone has ever seen. I realize 40 is not over the hill, but he thinks it is time for his midlife crisis (MLC), and therefore he gets a Corvette, or Porche. What he doesn't realize is that I am his MLC. Duh! I am mostly just kidding babe, although it is partially true.

Wow. I am glad this will never happen in my house. (Shudders)

Turning 31 isn't as big of a deal as turning 30, but it does mean I am one more year deeper into it. I have been trying to console those who have taken the "Dirty 30 Plunge" with me. It isn't that bad once you realize your life didn't change dramatically from one day to the next. (Unless it did. If that was the case, my bad.) This year, I plan to celebrate all the wonderful things in my life that I have, but I also want to make sure I take care of myself too. Life is short. Spend the least amount of time being unhappy that you can. That is why I am running off to fulfill my dreams of being a circus performer.

Step One: Buy Hula Hoops in Bulk. Step Two: Lean how to Hula Hoop.
Sadly since they generally don't allow just anyone to join a show, and since my beard comes in too patchy, I will never realize my dream. But I have others! Most of which I will need to win in the lottery to fund. But I guess I can go ahead and move forward with celebrating what I have part. This includes parties, and short out of town trips. Lucky me!

Autumn has begun to bloom (in stores), despite the fact that we are not a town that has any idea what "seasons" are. I can't tell you how many Halloweens that were blazing hot, instead of cool! We don't have the noticeable foliage changes here either. Which is sad, because that is what excites me about this time of year the most. The lovely dry cool weather is ever so romantic to me as well. Good reason to snuggle. Too bad our entire state is ablaze at the moment. It really lends to the scene of boiling hot misery we are in! But I know that even though we are currently choking on smoke, and barely able to make enough spit to swallow, we will bounce back. I appeal to anyone that thinks they know an Native American rain dance. Get to it Dances-With-Fire-Extinguisher! We need some real rain!!

Totally random, but you know how I love to follow a whim. Hince the title! LOL: