My Troops

I have failed to keep my troops busy today. When they aren’t busy, they get bored, and when they get bored, they begin to bicker, and when they begin to bicker, I go crazy. 

I am sure my sister and I drove my parents crazy, but for some reason, I only remember being quiet, peaceful, 100% agreeable, darling little girls. We never bickered, never fought. I suppose that if I were to ask my parents, they might disagree. They probably have horror stories. Lots and lots of horror stories. But, if I don’t ask them, then they won’t tell you the truth. This is my plan anyway. 

My troops require constant activity. On Friday I walked them on the River Trail for 4.5 hours. Saturday consisted of 5.5 hours of walking around the fair in the heat of the day, riding ride after ride. Today they played for two hours, but apparently that was not enough. The bickering has begun. And I am one step closer to crazy.

I suppose in a way my children are similar to high-energy dogs. I have to throw the stick for them over and over and over again, because if I don’t, then they get bored and start to chew on our couch. And, since Rob and I sleep on that couch, this is simply not an option.

So I have to run them. Day in, day out. Day in, day out. I have to keep on throwing that stick. Idleness is not an option, neither is certified crazy, although around here it just might help. I’m not ready to find out, though, so for now… 

Run, run, run!!!!

Sisters, Sickness and Signs of Summer

When my sister and I were younger, we went to an amusement park down in Albuquerque, New Mexico. We were friends with a pair of sisters, and, if I recall correctly, their mom took us all there for a day. I wish I could remember the name of the park, but I cannot seem to bring it to memory. Uncle Cliff’s perhaps? That sounds familiar, but who knows from what part of my brain I pulled the name.

My sister, being brave in her youth, decided to go on a very scary looking ride called the Zipper. Me, being somewhat less brave, decided to leave my feet planted safely on the ground.

So there I was, standing beside our friends’ mom, Jackie, when it began to… rain. Rain in the dead of summer in Albuquerque wasn’t exactly expected, especially on a bright sunny day. None-the-less, Jackie felt drips on her shoulder, and we both found ourselves staring at the sky. Only above us wasn’t exactly sky, but the cages of the terror ride. And, in the cage directly over our heads, was my sister in all her motion-sick glory, vomiting through the cage.

For those of you who know me, I have very few memories from my childhood, but I remember this. And so now, every time I see the Zipper,  I think of my sister. And summer. And vomit.

While we were at the fair today, we came upon just such a ride, and my children, being the brave souls that they are, well, two out of three anyway, decided they wanted to go on it. I am just happy they are tall enough to ride these unaccompanied, because you could not pay me enough to get on that ride. I got dizzy just watching the cages go round and round.

Regardless, those of us on the ground stayed dry, thank goodness. Nobody felt the need to vomit during the ride, though I am sure at least one or two would have once it was over. According to William, the worse thing that happened was his little sister screaming, “I WANT MY MOM!!”  This I can handle, because it means that even though my baby girl is now big enough to go on this crazy-scary ride all by herself, she still wants here mama when it scares the tar out of her.

It was a great day, though. I am glad the fair only happens once a year because it costs a not-so-small fortune to take the family. The kids all felt pretty cool being able to ride the big rides by themselves, and Rob and I had many good laughs over the looks on their faces. We are now exhausted, crispy, and ready for a good night’s sleep.

My 52: Week 30

I stumbled across the great poem not too long ago, and have been searching for pelicans ever since, just so I could use it. Today, I saw some, so here is a terribly boring picture with a funny poem to go with it. 🙂

A wonderful bird is the pelican
His bill will hold more than his belican.
He can take in his beak
Food enough for a week,
But I’m damned if I see how the helican.
~Dixon Lanier Merritt

Deep into the Night

I have so many things to do, and yet, I do nothing.

I don’t know where to start.

I get up, determined to begin, and find myself pacing back and forth. Accomplishing nothing.

So I sit back down and reach for my book. Always my book.

I don’t know what to do in my own story, so I get lost in someone else’s.

And slowly, the hours of the day pass, one by one.

Darkness falls, and still I read, deep into the night.

Another day ends.

A new one begins.

I am wasting time.

I am running out of time.

I am beginning to panick. 

And still, I read.

Deep into the night.

My 52: Week 29

Since we spent a majority of the week in Glacier National Park, I thought it only fitting to include a water bird from the park. Unfortunately, we did not see many, so my options were limited. We did, however, see these grebes while out on one of our hikes. They were quite content to swim and dive on a beautiful summer day.


We have driven by the Two Medicine Dinosaur Center in Bynum many times, but never had a chance to visit because either they weren’t open or we just didn’t have the time to stop. They happend to be open yesterday when we passed by, so we stopped in for a visit.

After an hour or so in the museum, we decided that we weren’t ready to head home yet, so we headed to Missoula instead. We stopped at a fishing access site along the way so Rob could fish the Blackfoot River, one of his favorite rivers.

We arrived in Missoula rather late, so waited until this morning to go out in search of a small car. Unfortunately, our van had other plans, because he decided to turn on his check engine light, which is not exactly a good thing if you are trying to trade him in. So, feeling a little defeated, and not wanting to end our vacation that way, we decided to hike the “M” before heading back to Great Falls.

Unfortunately, our vacation is now officially over. We are back in Great Falls and I have to go back to work tomorrow. It was a wonderful break, though, and we look forward to the next time we are able to escape for a few days.