Be Cool, Famer Gal, Be Cool
April 23, 2009 
This picture was a stunning display of my self-portraiture skills, taken a few years back at a Twins game, when evidently I was into wearing eyeshadow and a homer hankie on my head.
Today it is representative of me, crazy and reaching new levels of freaked-outed-ness, and I can't help but think the man in the background is representative of everyone else around me, from the outside looking in, thinking, "What the heck?"
My level of excitement and overwhelmedness is palpable these days. Just ask my husband. I've been implementing my labor breathing techniques from time to time just to calm myself.
No, I'm not giving birth per se, but between my trip to OK this weekend to see PW and our impending move to MN next weekend, it's way more than my little mind can handle.
Even though I really used to like being on the road during my high school rodeo days, I'm not much of a traveler anymore. I don't go places. I go to church and Wal-Mart. During a really crazy week we take a drive on back country roads or go out to eat at Red Robin. The kids get a balloon, and that in and of itself is a big deal.
So, if my babies getting a balloon at the local Red Robin is a big deal in my little world, what does that make a spur-of-the-moment road trip to Oklahoma?
Again, my little mind... just... can't...
Breath in, breath out. Hee. Hee. Hee. Hee. Hee... Whhoooooooooooo...
O.k., I feel a little better.
Thankfully there are two people in the world who can appreciate my level of freaked-outed-ness... My niece, without whom there would be no trip to PW's ranch this weekend, and my husband, who is on this roller-coaster ride of a moving project (and our life in general) along with me.
It's no coincidence that these two are in my inner sanctum of internalized crazy. They usually are.
I've known my niece my whole life, literally. She and her sister and I have been like three peas in a pod forever. We've seen each other through childhood, adolescence, marriages, and birthing children. You know the person you call because you just need to say what you need to say and you need someone to listen? Yeah. That's them.
Then there's my husband... Oh, Mr. Blue Eyes... Where do I start? All I can say is that nobody knows me like he does, and nobody loves me like he does. He's my favorite. I need to tell you more about us, and I will, someday soon. One of my favorite ladies from our church who reads this asked me about how we met, and I told her that I would love to tell the story here on this site just as soon as I have time to do it justice.
But today is not that day. Today is a day of packing and planning and taking care of business and possibly looking into some sort of herbal remedy to calm my nerves.
Yes, there is much to do.
Reader Comments (5)
Breath! LOL
I love the picture! The guy behind you really amused me for some reason and you look so darn happy. Very cute all the way around.
Have fun at the ranch with PW!!
That is a great picture! ;) You do sound busy, but it's all good, right?! Keep up the breathing and you'll do fine!
I am just bursting with excitement for you! Have a wonderful time!
have a great time!
Me again....I have been loitering around your blog during my lunch hour today and gigling...just want tell you that you are so witty! And I have to say it again....love your blog! :-)