Milk jugs n' rainbows

The sun peeked through the rain this morning. I was driving at the time but I looked for a rainbow anyway; there wasn't one. Too bad I guess.

I thought of something this morning when I was driving that I haven't thought about in, well, I guess you could say years. I feel old when I make a statement like that....."I haven't thought about that in years." I digress......Anyway, I'm not totally sure what triggered the nostalgia at such a wee time in the AM but I guess that's sort of irrelevant....I was reminded of a time when I was pretty young, I'm not totally sure what age (maybe 3...could be 4) My grandparents had a swimming pool and we (a family of 5) for some reason did not. I refused, and when I say refused I mean threw temper tantrums, if I didn't have my milk jugs. Now, let me explain my milk jugs for you.....actually they don't require that much explanation.....they were empty, plastic 1 gallon milk jugs that I used to hold on to as I swam to keep me afloat. You could perhaps call them ghetto swimmies. Go ahead, call me ghetto but those jugs worked and I'd used em' today if I ever left the shallow end.

I was pretty dependant on those jugs every summer for several years. My Grandpa kept them in his shed in the backyard so I always knew where to run as soon as my bathing suit was strapped on. I was like superhuman holding on to those milk jugs. I could swim, splash and go under water like all the big kids. Without them, I was like a bath without bubbles, Christmas without Santa, mac n' cheese without bits of hot dog cut up in it, or worse....Barbie without Ken.

One hot, sunny summer afternoon, I decided to go without the jugs. I said to my Grandpa...."not today." I slowly inched closer and closer to that circular swimming pool, climbed the ladder, dipped my toes in and begged my big brothers not to leave my side!!! They started to get bored with me because I think I might've sat there close to all afternoon. I had goosebumps crawling up and down my teeny legs (I so wish they were still teeny....once again tho, I digress) Anyway, finally I just did it......I jumped in....and when I say jumped, well, I mean it....I jumped.......with the milk jugs sitting like a trusting friend inside the locked up shed...I jumped in to that pool with nothing but my incessant ability to doggie paddle keeping me afloat. I was half crying, half laughing and half thought I was already dead.....sunk to the bottom quicker than a rock. I realized though that I was not dead.....my head was afloat and there were cheers coming from the crowd around me (well gimme a break....family counts as a crowd right??)

My dad picked me up and raised me high above his head to perform that ever-so-famous airplane move he did so well and I simply laughed......

that was the day I skipped the milk jugs.



So later on this afternoon, long after my reminiscent morning, the sun peeked through the rain again.....and finally... there was a rainbow.

sweet/not so sweet time on my side

Oohhh to have the time to sit down and write again.

That's actually a lame excuse, Beth.....but nice try.

Just because I've been taking classes 2 days a week and working every day doesn't mean for one second I haven't had the time. I've been busy, sure....but never too busy.

So it's official, I've been a writing lazy bum. I've allowed myself to get caught up in other things and have let it slip from my mind how much I actually enjoy doing this whole writing thing. How good I am at it is neither here nor there.....I just like it and have not been nurturing it properly.

Now that I am sitting in front of my computer with the "time" and energy to devote to this one task, I am at loss for words which isn't typical for me....I have so-called "words" for every/anything....but now when it's completely necessary to have "words" they've escaped me.

HOW RUDE!!

All I wanna do is talk.....or write.....but noooooo that's just too much to ask for. Something interesting to write about is too much to ask for. Screw that! I'm not even asking....I'm demanding that I have something, hell, anything to write about....but the words have vanished. Disappeared into thin air. Ever to reappear???? I DON'T KNOW!! YOU TELL ME!!!

I could talk about growing my hair out if you'd like. I cut it short last year.....yep, took off like 8 inches and ever since I decided to grow it out it's taking forever to get back to a good length.....OH my goodness am I serious???? Am I seriously writing about how long it's taking my hair to grow out?!?!? I'm gonna end up losing all my faithful readers (all 3 of them) to sheer boredom......my readers will be sitting at their computers with the "time" to read and maybe even comment on this long over-due newest blog of mine only to place their chins in their hand, fight to keep their eyes open for a solid minute and then BOOM hit their heads on their desks becuz I'm BORING THEM TO SLEEP!!!!!

Am I having trouble because it's easier for me to write when something huge is happening to me like a break-up, a move to another state, a family member's death, etc??? I don't even really know why I keep asking all these questions to noone in particular because no one else can answer them but me, so why bother??? Maybe this is just a huge case of writer's block and all I need to do is step away from my computer for a few minutes....maybe an hour....come back to it refreshed and ready....right??? There I go with the unanswerable questions again.

I don't know. Maybe this is it my loving, faithful readers. Maybe my writing ship has sailed and I'll never find anything interesting to write about again. How sad of a thought is that??? Deep down I know that can't possibly be true....or maybe it can.

One thing that is certain at this point......I'm boring myself right now.