She is starting a Sunday Confession series, the few rules are simple:
Click the link above, take the prompt, whatever it may be, and just run with it for about 10 minutes. No over-thinking, just see where it takes you. This has been my favorite blogging style lately, thanks to my schedule and sleep-deprived brain.
Today's prompt is: Love. I know, right? First thing I thought was: BARF. I thought long and hard how I could write about that and not want to punch myself in the balls.
Confession: I thought for more than 10 minutes.
Confession: I'm kind of buzzed, so thinking is hard.
I was drunk (buzzed) raking today, so I'm all giddy on exercise, fresh air, some ACTUAL sunshine, and yes, beer. This could be hilarious, this could be my suicide note. All I can think of, besides "How do I love beer? Let me count the ways" is how
My husband thinks I'm a freak, but I've always liked it. It's one of those must-do chores that has a very clear end, immediate victory, and also counts as exercise, which means guilt-free drinking as a reward. It's all about balance in my health plan, America.
My hands and arms are sore as I type, lack of muscle, but my girls and I made leaf piles and jumped in them, took a bazillion photos I upload to my shiny, new Instagram account, and got most of the front yard's leaves taken care of.
I also started to use raking as a personal reflection time, thinking about what has changed since last Fall, what have I accomplished, what did I WANT to accomplish that I may or may not have done, etc. The last say 15 years, every year just gets better, so this reflection time has been pretty awesome.
Before that, life sucked a big, fat hairy one and 10 minutes is not enough time to get into it, but now I am in charge of me, my happiness, and I have really been rocking that.
One of my first dates with my husband he made me help him rake his backyard, in the original ComfyTown. He was laughing at how much I liked it, and I was throwing leaves around laughing, instead of just powering through until we were done. He reminds me of that every Fall, and that makes me happy too.
We raked there for a few years, and now we have our new ComfyTown, our together, raising a family house, and even though it has a shit-ton of trees, which equals a shit-ton of leaves, I'm happy we're here, I still like raking and even though I never work out, I'm still able to do it for hours, and life just keeps getting better.
Years from now, raking will be painful on our old bones, but as our expert life-crafting would have it, our girls will be old enough to do the raking at that point. Booyah.
That's got to be 10 minutes and this probably makes no sense and is super lame, but hey, it's Sunday, this is me right now just letting it flow.
Some lovely leaf pictures as a reward for getting through that mumbo jumbo.
Awesome, awesome post! Thanks for participating. This is perfect and awesome! Can't wait to see what you have next week!ReplyDelete
Oh I do hope I'm at least sober next week :DDelete
This is great!! I too love raking - simple, defined, iquick gratification on the job. Love it!ReplyDelete
I'm glad someone knows what I mean! Mowing the lawn, immediate victory!Delete
Organizing my closet? I can spend 3 hours in there and it only looks WORSE!
Thanks for reading and commenting!
Wanna come rake my yard? Hmmm, that sounds more sexually suggestive than intended. Oh well.ReplyDelete
Ha! You should have heard me giggling about "trimming the wild bush" in our yard. And I would love to rake your leaves. Yeah you're right, you just can't say that and not feel rapey.Delete
I love your mumbo jumbo! Looking forward to reading more!ReplyDelete
Hopefully next week I'll be sober. I wouldn't bet on it though.Delete
First world problems - our house has an HOA, and one of the things they do is rake the yard for us. Perhaps I will never know this joy. Not unless I wake up at 5 AM to beat them at their own game.ReplyDelete
In your neighborhood, you're better off letting someone ELSE deal with things found in the yard. Raking is good exercise, but it's not worth getting Hep C from your neighbor who flings dirty rubbers around.Delete
Buzzed (or black out) thinking is when we have our best ideas. My husband adores the "backpack blower" that he has for pushing dirt and leaves around our yard. I'm taking that shit over.ReplyDelete
We have a blower/mulcher that I do love, but the kids HATE the noise! I was by myself all day Sunday, the hubs was out celebrating his birthday and my teenager said he'd be "right back" to help with raking and/or kids, and of course NEVER came back until after I was asleep! (I will get my revenge on that one, because since then the temps have DROPPED and we got snow! So now when he does HIS share of the leaves? He has to deal with snow. Mwu-ahahahah. Should've helped on Sunday when the weather was beautiful)Delete
I used to also love raking the leaves on a cold Fall day into piles. Of course we jumped into them too. Plus, it's good exercise.ReplyDelete
Was not fun if there was some dog poop in the pile we jumped into.....
hahaha I can relate, as we always had dogs when I was younger. As the Mom of the house, I'm not-so-secretly happy my husband is allergic to animals with fur. I have quite enough poop from my kids, I'm happy not to clean it out of the yard!Delete