Stream of Unconciousness

First off, Creation was rock my socks off awesome! Talk about 25 of the best teens on the planet along with 60 or so melt your face off bands and Foxy Lady snowcones. I just don't know how we can top it next year, but I'm game to try. We laughed. We cried. We took ice cold showers. Got up at the crack of dawn to fight out the tarp wars and never got to bed before 2a.m. We jumped, moshed and basically were happy to look like fools. Dump cake, S'Mores, leaders with painted fingernails (and that wasn't the ladies), thunderstorms and stronger bonds. I say it each year, but I'm already jumping to go next year.

I was home for one day, then it was off to OK to go visiting all the parents and grandparents, aunts and assorted cousins. If you've never been to OK, I don't know if you'll find a bluer sky on the planet. It's just gorgeous. And the stars are incredible. Here we have too much light polution, so on the rare night when the electricity is out, you'll find me on the porch looking to the sky. In Oklahoma, every night is a starry night.

(my dad and daughters getting into trouble on some paddleboats. Mischief must've skipped a generation. Snort! Guffaw!)

And, it's a good thing I've been on the C25K kick because they fed us so much mouth-watering food, I might've had to shop for bigger clothes today. Fortunately, the whole thing worked beautifully. I ate. Ate some more and then had a little smidge more for good measure. Then I ran along a lovely country road, sometimes sharing space with jackrabbits, snakes and once, a skunk. The traffic was just right too. One morning, I think I nearly shocked a truck off the road. When he saw me, he swerved so hard, I was afraid he was a goner. I guess people on the road aren't as common as box turtles. Another time, I ran to a local park with my son which is time I'm always up for. Came home, down 2 pounds. Hey, works for me.

To be honest, running does help me make better food choices. I had whatever I wanted, just in small portions and never felt deprived. When you've put in the sweat time, dessert may sound better though when it's strawberries and angel food cake rather than Death By Chocolate cake.

This morning, I did day 2 of 28 minute runs or almost 3 miles. Music is a must and to get into the rhythm, I've learned a lot of people listen to angry, goth or electronica or emo rock because the beat is right. Much to my everlasting shame, DH knows I can put on some dance electronica and twirl around the house until I'm dizzy. I picked up some power rock led by chicks (Flyleaf and Fireflight) at Creation and some crunk rock by Family Force Five which have good rhythm for running.

DH and I also met up with several high school classmates since this weekend is our 20th reunion and we wouldn't be in town for it. Okay, what started out as a hot looking group of 80s teens have grown into super atractive, warm and mature adults. I'm proud of how so many of them have turned out and how they are continuing to turn out. We aren't done yet!

Before I left for Creation and OK, I had worked on a paint can filled with art supplies, junk food and spoil her rotten fun for a friend who will also be at Creative Escape this September. I hope it suits her style while still showing the CE colors to their full glory.

And I know Diana thinks I've flaked on the Deck of Me big time, but what I actually started doing was working backwards, doing 2 a week. This one was influenced by thoughts of high school since our reunion was in the works. One person who influenced me and of course, I had some great teachers, but one person who stands out among many who I still love dearly was Mrs. Tinch. Let's just say, she encouraged happiness rather than status and fostered an atmosphere of creativity for many of us who were fortunate enough to pass through her classroom. You knew it was high praise in Drama class if you made her cry or if you made her laugh in creative writing. And who better to teach psychology than someone who had a heart for teens when we surely didn't deserve it. Mrs. T, this one's for you.

Tomorrow it's off to MA for a solo, creative weekend with my sister from another mister. If we call you in the middle of the night, it's because we need to be bailed out for having too much fun! We're headed to Brimfield too where hopefully we'll be able to source out a few good artsy, vintage fun and fabulous goodies. My honey told me I'm a little annoying to be around I'm so excited!