Not the kind of groove that Stella got back.. just my normal “hey I’m a groovy chick who has a name OTHER than Mom” kind of groove..
I’m out of here for a few days, friends. I need it.. I don’t think I realized how badly I needed it until it a couple of days ago.You now how that goes.. if there’s no end in site, you just keep plugging along like everything is normal. Well.. everything IS normal… it just becomes irritatingly normal when there’s a trip in your near future. Suddenly, the little whines that you can tune out sound like nails on a chalkboard when you have a really bad hangover. The cute little things that the man does run a close second. Your eardrums throb and everything rubs you the wrong way.
I’m heading WAY down South with the bestie for a few days of sun and fun. No kids, no Rooster, no work and very little online time. I’m going to spend a lot of time doing nothing. I’m going to read magazines that I haven’t looked at in 6 months. I even have an actual, honest to God paper book that I’m going to read. I thought Adrienne was going to drop when I asked her to delve into her vast library to loan me something.
I’m going to spend some time catching up on a lot your posts that I’ve missed. (If you have a favorite new blog that you’re reading, why don’t you leave it in the comments for me?) I’m going to organize my RSS reader and probably HAND WRITE a few posts. I’m going to nap on the beach or by the pool. I’m going to eat large and drink a couple of mojitos.
And then I’m going to do something monumental.
I’m going to write my 500th post from another country.
I have no idea what it will be about but it will be amazing, I promise. Even if it’s amazing only to me.
I’ll be writing it with my toes in the sand. Chilling with my best friend. Not worrying about what’s happening back in the old US of A or North Cackalacky. I will fell a twinge of guilt that it’s not the Rooster with me. But I know it’s good for my soul and spirit to go away every now and then and since it’s been 2 years, I think I’m long overdue.
So until I resurface from my coconut smelling, sun-drenched stupor, I leave you with the wise words of Zac Brown…
I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand
Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand
Life is good today, life is good today