My monkeys are my own personal fairy tale in real life...

My monkeys are my own personal fairy tale in real life...

Ramblings, Sentiments, Rantings and Musings

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I am a mother of 5 wonderful children and wife to one amazing Navy man. I am always changing things in my life, constantly learning something new and trying it out. I am a wannabe vegan, minimalist and currently living full time in an RV. Just for clarification, I say wannabe, because I know I am not perfect, but each day I strive to do the best I can. That's all I can expect from anyone no matter where they are in life. I learn something new everyday...mostly about myself and my little corner of reality. Life, to me, is loving, learning and making memories. These are better than all the tangible riches one can get their hands on! Besides, there will come a day when all I have left is my love and memories...so I'll stockpile as much of those as I can!
Brrr...it's freezing!

Okay seriously, doesn't mother nature know that we lived in Florida waaayyy too long to cope with this kind of cold??? It was 7 degrees this morning when I took Braji to work...7 degrees!!! What is that all about? It took about 15 minutes to scrape all the ice off the windshield so that I could see without being blinded by the glare of the sun, and then a few more minutes to scrape even more so that I could just see safely enough to drive. Not to mention that I had to wiggle my toes constantly and wrap my jacket around my hands as to not aquire frostbite which is just plain unacceptable. By the way, I did have gloves but thought that I wouldn't be able to safely drive with them on so of course the jacket sleeves wrapped around my hands just made way more sense. Do you see how mind numbing this temperature is? Even people as intelligent and logical as myself can't think strait!

I am not adapting well! Can you tell? On days like today when you stand with the sun beaming all warm and cozy on you through the window, then when you open the door it should feel the same! Right??? Not happening, here today when you open the door you immediately close it again faster than you opened it for sure, and run for a blanket. Oh not to mention the barrage of voices coming from the others that inhabit this dwelling with me shouting..."Shut the door!", and not very nicely I might add! I am pretty sure the undertone I am hearing is "you idiot" or something along those lines! If it weren't so darned frigid, I would open and close it repeatedly simply to entertain my inner-child!

What happened to days gone by? Okay, so it was just a few days ago, but it was in the fifties!!! The fifties I tell you and it was lovely to say the least. Sweater weather at most. Certainly not "bundled up like snowmen" weather!

I think it just might be time to seriously rethink that whole retiring in Maine idea! I'm beginning to lean a little further south now. Like the Caribbean! That is definitely more like it. So when I open the door the only chill I feel is the air conditioning being sucked outside and the white I see will be the sandy beaches stretched out before me! Yeah, I know I am dreaming, but what else does one do in the early morning before the kids wake up hollering "Mama, are you making breakfast yet???"

Have a terrific day!

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