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Road Trip

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 The 4 year old tiger
It’s nearly Thanksgiving and my kids know the time has come to bid farewell to any lingering Halloween candy. Some of them are great at giving it away, others at hoarding and others, well–
 
The final crunch happened
somewhere between Moab and Home.
The loot was gone, demolished, kaput. Finis.
It had been 9 days out from our Halloween craze:
We had gone to 2 way too easy I can hardly stand-gimme- candy- trunk-or-treats and 1 knock on the door, 
running in delight from house to house real “old fashioned”trick or treat experiences.
Being the responsible mom that I am,
over rattle and hum of paper and plastic,
I  bellowed every hundred miles
or so
“I think that’s enough candy for now!”
When we met up with the 21 year old she was aghast.
“Mom, you always kept our buckets on top of the fridge!”
Look  at this:
she has free reign,
free reign.
How could I deny this?
 
There in the corner hunkered over her plastic pumpkin head was the 4 yr old
attempting to down 8256 grams of sugar in under 5 min.
Was this my offspring?
Monster-like she shredded the M&M package with her fangs.
Teeth.
She pounced
back and forth
back and forth
back and forth
I could continue–
back and forth
across the beds strategically placed in motel rooms for this very purpose.
Until she crashed.
I know, I know.
I’ve gotten lazy, permissive, or something–
Something.
But I have to say more than once in the midst of her devourings
she did freely share the spoils of her labors with all.
I even had a piece
or 2
or 3.
I know,
I know.
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What Do You Have to Say?

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For many years blogs have intrigued me, enlightened me and at times disgusted me.
I’ve looked over many a blog about:
 love, hiking, happiness, politics,
children, running, illness, disorders,
and food I most likely will never make or eat.
About families who appear perfect and real ones too.
About crafts I can’t make or have zero desire to do so,
but wouldn’t mind if someone made them for me.
About religion, death, sadness, and joy.
 
And I wondered,
 If I  had a blog what would it be about?
or
“What do you have to say”?
Is what my twenty something daughter asked
 knowing  I was contemplating this venture.
This question–even before she asked,
rattled my brain, paralyzed me with fear.
Yes, what do I have to say?
Perhaps many things that are trivial and boring. 
Maybe. Quite possibly. Or not.
What if I’m criticized?
What if?
 
Recently I read an article that  helped  propel me over this edge–
to not worry about my fears in this blogging thing  and in other things.
Tyler Jarvis said, “We will make errors along the way. Aim high anyway.”
He quoted Jeffrey R. Holland: Not failure, but low aim would be the most severe indictment…
This got me thinking:
I’m a woman.
A ponderer, a wonderer, a dreamer, a doer,  
a mom of 6 kids.
and married for 23 years.
And More.
That’s got to count for something.
So, here I am.
And what do I have to say?
Ah,
I’m sure I’ll come up with something.