What to Write on a Sunday?

My hubby and I got some bonus time together this week because my mother-in-law took our girls for 3 whole days (bet she has been enjoying the last 24 hours of silence). He sweetly invited me to take a drive with him to Menards (a local form of Home Depot only better). Ever since we bought our house and started remodeling it 6 years ago, we have been taking our date time to Menards. It's really not so bad. Get to hang out with my guy doing something he enjoys doing and I am not bored out of my mind doing it...also accomplishes getting things done that I would like done.

Our trip to Menards this week was to build a fireman's pole for the girls new playground that he's building in our yard. On our drive down we got to talking about the blogging challenge that I signed up for this month. I don't have a set idea for writing on Sunday because it seems like such a meaningful day. I asked him what he thought I should write about. It's always fun seeing what's wandering around in his brain.

His first response was to write about how people treat strangers better than their own family. He think I should dig into that idea and maybe initiate a revolution in gaining the family back at the center of our own lives. My response was that I wrote something kind of like that about how we've lost our neighborhoods. He said that he's been working on that; having conversations with our neighbors.

His second response was a red Trailblazer. Just because that's what drove past us down the road. I chimed in that we could go test drive a car every Saturday and then write a review on Sunday about it. He liked that idea. He wants to go and test drive a Camero.  Probably not going to happen with three girls still in booster and carseats.

This led him to ask me if I really enjoy writing and if I see it as something I would like to do to earn a living someday. This from the man who gave me a journal for our first Christmas that had an inscriptions saying, "I know that you will write a fantastic book someday. Here's a place to start your ideas." That was 7 years ago.

I guess time will tell. And this is what I write for Sunday. Thanks for traveling with us.

Random Thoughts from the weekend

Random thoughts from my head.

Not enjoying living in my head lately. And a great friend of mine told me not to live there…just visit.

Throwing a tempertantrum doesn’t get you anywhere and doesn’t solve anything. So why do we feel the need to have them?

Point at a red light.

Zoomed past a minivan and a moving van because I was tired of driving 10 under the speed limit. Just got passed and felt good about accomplishing the task…..when I saw a county police officer up on the hill clocking the traffic going by. I was going 25 over the speed limit at this point. Got on the brakes and thank the Lord, I did not get pulled over.

The words mean one thing, but hearing them mean something different. 

Am enjoying the silence of nobody talking to me and having to talk to nobody.

When it gets to be the end of your life, does everyone want to write about where they’ve been? Or do they want to live it up until it’s over because they have nothing to leave behind.

Does the world seem less safe now than it did 50 years ago? Could it be a simple math problem. Let’s say, on average, there are 2 really bad people out of every 100. So in a town of 10,000 there would be 200 really bad people. It’s not that there are more bad people in the world; it’s because there are more people in the world in general.

Can you form a habit of thought? Silly question, of course you can. Can the habit of thought be yearly? Not daily. Every year at the same time, nothing specific to tell that it is that time of year.

Taking a break from the computer and the phone is liberating. But not everyone agrees with this thought process.

Afraid of letting my personality show. Because not everyone agrees or can handle my personality at it’s fullest.

We all know how wishes work. You’ll get it, but not always the way you want it.

On vacation, who cares about what time it is.

Today is my day. From the moment I opened the door and smelled the air. The weather is exactly how I feel. My mind has been a pile of much. Some beautiful things can grow in muck. But not everything we need can grow in muck. But today…the sun is fighting to get through the clouds and the breeze is out helping as well. I am shaking the rain from my brain. Blowing the cobwebs from my mind. I am stretching up to the Sun. This is the type of day that I just want to walk and walk and walk until I can’t walk anymore. Then sit down, enjoy the breeze and an Arnold Palmer. When that’s done, get up and start walking again until I get tired or it is too dark to see.

Farmers

This past week, I was visiting with my family and heard that the small farmers of Wisconsin are going bigger and corporate. As I was driving across this beautiful state I was noticing all of these beautiful farm houses and barns. And I was hit by this thought the farmer is right up there with the soldier. They both do a job that the average person would not be willing to do.

Without the local farmer where would we be? Food prices would skyrocket or become scarce. Or we would all have our own plot of land for vegetables, a cow and some chickens.

Support your local farmers, thank them for the job they do that we are not willing to do. It takes all different kinds of people to make this world go round.

Driving down the highways of Wisconsin.