a dose of a good medicine

Big and I finally made our first trip to the forest over the weekend. It is such a surreal experience traveling to the forest. Just about the time we get off the main roads past the Sigel Sheetz, the car windows come down, the country music begins and the fresh mountain air enters my lungs, the excitement of the trip is replaced by peaceful relaxation. After a week of wrestling to accept that my grandma's life will quickly catch up with her, this time away from reality helped to put my mind at ease, only if it was for two short days.

After my previous post , I am sad to say that the fish didn't show up for the fishing competition. Big and I were prepared to battle it out for hours, but were disappointed when we didn't even get a bite to showcase our skills.

This trip also marked Maya's first time up north. She...loved... it.

2 freakings dasy

Can you tell how excited i am? I can't even spell correctly. Two freaking days until my most favorite season of the year, other than fall.... TROUT SEASON! I'm a competitive girl. Always have been, always will be. I'm not much into bragging or boasting in front of the competition, I am humble most of the time. But give me a fishing pole, worms, a red bull, a radio, the clarion river, and big vin standing close by, and I lose it. Those fish are my competition and I don't care who knows it!




My well being relies on the next 6 months of numerous trips to the forest to bask in the glory of the sun, the rustling of the trees, softness of the shore, sleep i can enjoy out on rocks in the midst of the river, the coolness of the wind, the sweet smell of mountain air, the quiet, the calm , and the serenity that the forest brings. It is a serenity that softly caresses my soul like nothing before.

a day of fun dip and bidets

I woke up this morning not knowing that the day would be full of exciting experiences.
I was recently volunteered to work the registration table at all of the Pittsburgh chapter American Marketing Association events. Today we had a 7 hour workshop on Green Marketing. fun. After shaking hands and handing out name badges, books, and totes to all attending I headed to a the bathroom. I opened to door and suddenly I had to walk a a snails pace to let my nose wrap its nostril hairs abound the scent that was filling the room. Then it hit me.... fun dip. The freaking bathroom smelled like fun dip. A rush of childhood memories flooded my memory. When I was younger I used to get so excited to go watch my sister play basketball, because the concession stand always had fun dip and I always ate all three flavors without eating the white chalky stick. The smile on my face quickly diminished when I sat down to do my business. The automatic toilet could sense every minuet move I made. I've never had the pleasure of using a bidet, and after today I am sure that it has been eliminate from my bucket list. The darn thing must have flushed 6 times during my 30 second sit on the pot. With all of the sloppy excitement I remembered that I didn't have to work on Friday. The thought of not having to sit in an hour of traffic, not being bombarded with co-workers who wait till the last minute to complete projects and when they can't complete them on time they rush in to my sun deprived cubicle 30 minutes before go time with a laundry list of things that have to be done before I leave, and not having to wear 3 layers of clothing to keep warm in our 50 degree office, made me shiver with excitement. No Work Tomorrow! I finished sitting through the workshop, went back to a 1 person office, then was released to begin Easter break early, walked 3 miles with Maya at the dog park, ate dinner with Big, made a Lowe's run, and rented 7 pounds. Good day!

it is almost easter bunny time!

I love holidays now that my nieces are old enough to actually understand what is going on. Every Easter, Christmas, & Halloween I tag along to Trax Farm for the holiday festivities. Thank God this year, Trax invested in an Easter bunny costume that didn't look like a white fury animal topped with a 'Scary Movie' mask head, that would have scared the devil himself if he were present. Either way the girls were still intimidated, hence no pictures with the bunny of the hour.

Although I'm not sure that 200 eggs sitting in the middle of a 20x30 foot grass hill, classifies as hunting, we did have fun watching the girls gather eggs. The girls also took a ride in a family run train ride. 'E' have the good sense to cry uncontrollably until L got in the car with her. (Probably the funniest things I've seen in a long time.) I'm pretty sure she saw that the old man driving the train was not fit to be driving around young children, and I'm definitely sure she saw how he almost rear-ended the caboose twice during the ride prior to hers by driving tight circles in attempt to scare, i mean get a laugh out of the child in the back car.

7 more months till Halloweening at Trax, I CAN'T WAIT!