On December 23rd in the year of our Lord 2010 I posted my first ever blog post. It was the first step to the wildest ride of my life. I hope it doesn’t end anytime soon! It started out as a chronicle of my road to involuntary retirement. But that was only the beginning. I learned a lot this first year about blogging and writing. The WordPress community is full of friendly and supportive people. I was honored with a Freshly Pressed in January 2011, and received a several nominations for Versatile Blogger. One of the many things I want to do in 2012 is get of my behind and give back via nominations to bloggers and commentors who inspire and encourage me.
January through April of 2011 was the last four months of my job. Marking time, waiting for it to be over. There wasn’t much to do those last 4 months. Many of my posts during those months were written at work. All I had to do all day was sat at my computer and bang away. Nobody asked what I was doing because it didn’t matter a whole lot. On my last day at work I threw my stuff in the car and left. That was that. I don’t miss it. Really, I don’t.
Immediately I took off on a train trip to Seattle with my Mom and sister. That was a hoot and a half and fodder for many posts. Then came the long summer of my discontent. What to do with myself. What to do… 40 years of the 9 to 5 fried my mischief bone and I had no clue how to go on. Still wrestling with that one.
The Cosmos handed me a project in the form of a 23-year-old grandson who came to live with us. He was in trouble with substance abuse. He stayed here for 3 months. Mr. Husband and I put 30 pounds on the kid. He was an interesting and expensive pass time. While he was here I took him to every doctor in the Dallas Fort Worth area. At least that’s what it seemed like. The diagnosis was he was as healthy as a horse.
September found me on a road trip with my mother. We went to Yellowstone National Park, and Mt. Rushmore. We had a blast. And Mom and I hadn’t spent time alone like that since….well never. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I took temporary leave of my sanity November and decided to join the NaNoWriMo challenge for National Novel Writing Month. My novel turned out to be too much like a memoir and I practically had nervous breakdown in the process. I don’t recommend a 30 day forced march through one’s psyche and past. It’s no wonder they stress that a novel is supposed to be FICTION. I’m still working on my book but, it will be nothing like it started out to be.
And now here we are on the last day of December. I made it through the holiday season with nothing worse that a head cold. I hope everyone out there in Blogolopolis had a wonderful season. I also wish us all a wonderful 2012 full of new horizons and exciting adventures.
Happy New Year and big hugs and kisses to one and all.
Just for the fun of it, below is a list of most viewed posts of 2011:
DVD Hoarders Anonymous
A Squirrel Ate My Car
I-Like-Big-Steaks and I Can Not Lie
Just Smack Me With a Hammer
News Flash -Texas Declares Independence From Mexico
Never Cutteth Thine Own Hair
Ejected From the New Age Movement
The magic yellow tour bus showed up at our campground at 8:00 am. It was a crispy 32 degrees, but our guide was dressed in shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. He assured us it would warm up later. Away we go Yellowstone National Park. I was psyched, this was on my bucket list. Been dreaming of seeing Old Faithful all my life.
The first thing on the agenda was the boiling hot springs and the mud pots. The mud pots confirmed my decision to give up cooking. The boiling, bubbling mud looked remarkable like the results of my efforts in the kitchen. Fascinating, exotic, but not something I want on a dinner plate.
The springs were something you have to see for yourself. A beautiful aqua blue, with a mist coming off them. If you didn’t know any better you would climb in one with a glass of wine. Thank God for warning signs. The guide informed us that they were 11 million degrees and we would get instant 3rd degree burns on 100% of our body and receive honorary mention in the Darwin Awards if we did so. I guess if someone tried to do the wild thing with a partner in there they would get a whole chapter.
We got double lucky at Old Faithful. He was going off right when we got there. We walked around the hotel, gift shop and had a great lunch looking out over geyser. When we were finished we walked back over to the hotel and went out to the balcony for the 2nd act. There was a charming European couple sitting next to us. They were having a lively discussion about the geyser, pronouncing it geee -zer, as in a grumpy old man.
Back to the bus and on to more beautiful sites. Waterfalls, a canyon of incredible variety of yellows. We saw buffalo, buffalo and more buffalo. Saw a bald eagle, but he declined to be photographed. The bus had to stop because of elk in the road. Took several pictures of them from the window of the bus. There was such a crowd outside that I didn’t want to exit the bus for fear of getting lost in the crowd.
It was wonderful day. By the time we got back to camp my photo finger was exhausted. I will treasure these sights and sounds always.
The bus driver told us a joke that is worth repeating. Allegedly in Montana there are 5 males for every female (human). They say if a man doesn’t loose his girlfriend he looses his turn, because there are 5 other man standing in line waiting to treat her better than he just did. I told this to Mr. Husband as soon as I got home. His reply was “well we’re not in Montana.” I love him for his sense of humor, but sometimes I wish he wasn’t so quit witted. Ciao for now.
Pictures below, enjoy.
There’s no place like home and I’m might glad to be back there. I missed Mr. Husband and our huge hot shower. But, don’t get me wrong we had a fabulous time.
The round trip took 2 weeks and covered 4,300 miles including a stop off in New Orleans to drop off my mother and backtrack home to Dallas. Mom is 72 but still ever ready to take off on an adventure. We fell into a groove after a day or two and everything was grand. We saw more different types of mountains, hills, rock formations, lava flows, flat lands, deserts, hay and dirt that we imagined possible. The people we encountered were every bit as varied.
In Colorado and the Dakotas I never felt like more of a city slicker and flat lander. We toodled around in my Ford Crossover like we had good sense. Surrounded by huge 18 wheel trucks, 4 wheel drive jeeps, RVs the size of small hotels, and hard-core motor cyclists, we felt out-of-place occasionally, but hey, this is our adventure and we stuck to it! The one thing we all had in common was that we were out on the road seeing the country and all its amazing sights, natural beauty and glory.
On one stretch of desolate South Dakota road my mother announced the she had no idea that the U.S. had such vast stretches of nothingness in the middle of it. I told her “wait til you get to Kansas.” No offense to Kansasians, but come on, driving through after harvest time there is nothing but hundreds of miles of dried up corn stalks or dirt. But I do thank you sincerely from the bottom of my heart for popcorn and cornbread.
Our main scenic destination as Yellowstone National Park. The first national park anywhere in the world, by the way. It was incredible and deserves posts and posts all to itself, which I will do. Then we went to see Mt. Rushmore. Another wonderful feast for the eyes.It’s amazing what men can do when they set their mind to it. Mr. Husband sometimes acts like opening a can will take every ounce of strength and fortitude that he can muster. Maybe he just needs a bigger project? Or the right inspiration. I bet he could have a 300 foot high paper mache statue of former presidents Reagan and Bush built on our front lawn by next weekend if he decided too. Ah patriotism and the human spirit.
But anyway, it’s good to be home and get a big hug from the hub-man. It’s nice to know I am loved and missed. After I vegetate for a few days, I will look over my notes and pictures and reconstruct the trip in a little more detail. Hugs to all.