So...if my MOM can write letters, so can I!

I kind of started this sporadic blog as a therapy session.  I was terribly sad and depressed and writing seemed much cheaper than a psychiatrist, and since I have had back surgery, I don't like to take any "mind altering" drugs, because let's face it...they make you feel good.   And when I started this blog, Letters From Miss Ellie, I didn't want to feel good.  Because I was sad.  And lonely.  And I missed my mom. 

But from writing, I learned this-Sometimes you just need to let life happen and not take a pill for it.  Because believe ME...after just having LASIK surgery last week, I could like Xanax.  The kind of like where I could just  sit around all day and smell incense and hum...Yeah...it's THAT good!  It makes me want to hum just thinking about it!

So, tonight I saw something on Facebook that just made me giggle...because it reminded me of DW.  Now, we have been married ALMOST 25 years, and I want to have a BIG FAT ELVIS 25th WEDDING ANNIVERSARY WEDDING, but it may not happen, because finding someone to marry you when you are already married is tough...and THEN when you ask them to dress like Elvis???  Well, let me say, it is looking bleak...but that is another subject entirely.

So...my original intent with this blog was to respond to letters that my mom had written my dad while she was away at college.  But sometimes when I would read the letters and try to blog, it just got too depressing.  Sometimes it seemed like an invasion of their privacy.  Often times it seemed like a blessing to get this unique insight into their love for each other...so I still don't know where to go with Momma's letters, but when I saw this pic on FB, I thought to myself...maybe I could just blog about some crazy things in my life that are trivial...and strange.  Because I can't be cool like my mom was and send DW letters.  That would be crazy since we live together.  And he isn't good about checking his e-mail.  And he doesn't always have his glasses, so he doesn't text...So I shall just blog...


So tonight on Facebook, I see this:

and it reminded me of a "wonderful " camping trip that DW and I took.  I put the word wonderful in quotes to draw attention to it...Those of you who know me can probably imagine the sarcasm in my voice as I typed this, and those of you who were actually witnesses to this fiasco, well, I am glad we are still friends!

DW and I were invited to go camping with some friends and some of their friends.  So, we actually were not going to know a lot of people there.  We were hesitant about going because 1..we didn't really KNOW the majority of the people, and 2...we didn't have a camper, and I am more or a room service girl, so you can see where this is going.  A TENT was out of the question for this PRINCESS!

Long story short, my friend Brenda arranged for us to borrow a small motor home.  She and I picked it up prior to the camping trip and DW and I loaded it up and were ready to get on the road....until the unfortunate misadventures began.

People who really know DW and I,  are aware that we aren't really married and that HE is actually a polygamist!  He is married to a farm, some cows, and his work at Budweiser!  And like a good husband, it is very hard for him to leave all of the wives!  So, as we are pulling out of the driveway, I was already hearing about how he really shouldn't be going on this trip and blah..blah..blah..Seriously...we were not even on the highway yet.  But, over the roar of our fine borrowed motor home, I couldn't hear exactly everything that he was conversing about, so I just nodded my head and patted his leg and said, "You really deserve to do this and we are going to have a good time"...and at that point, he DID agree with me. 

We made it approximately 3 miles down the road before the series of misfortunate events began..because that is when I heard a "THUD"...And DW looked at me and said, "What was that?"  and I said, "Maybe it was a case of beer falling out of the closet"..(because that is where EVERYBODY who has a borrowed motor home stores their beer.  Especially, when one of the borrowers works for Budweiser and can go in a little room where they take old beer to die or be dumped down a drain.  So sometimes, that beer ends up in the closet of a borrowed motor home.)

With that said, we hear another "THUD", but it was more like a "WHOMP, WHOMP, WHOMP"  and I said innocently.."I think it is still falling"...only I KNEW that Houston, we had a problem.  Big problem..HUGE...we had a flat.

OK..we are now 6 miles from home with a flat on a borrowed motor home (that is locked and loaded with Bud products in the closet) and we discover that we have no jack or 4-way...So we call our neighbor, Wade, who went to our house and brought us tire-changing-stuff-and-helped-change-the-tire-'cause-he-is-that-kind-of-neighbor...and back on the road we go...  With some more complaining from DW, but I really was only hearing blah, blah, blah, and thinking about riding in the closet for the rest of the way.

We stopped in Lebanon and bought a new tire for the borrowed motor home.  We also put gas in the motor home..And bought ice, in case I decided to ice down the closet.  And off we went.  This time instead of blah, blah, blah the complaint was-"We have not even left Lebanon and we have spent $340..."  I guess ice is expensive in Lebanon!  ;)

I kicked my flip flops off and prepared for the ride..I checked in with our friends Mark and Brenda (the fools who invited us on this fairy tale trip) and let them know we were finally on our way.  And then the misadventures continued when DW said.."Do you smell smoke?"...

Tune in later boys and girls....This is a classic/typical story in our life and it is too good to share all at once!



~And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise.  The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.  ~Sylvia Plath