February 1st

Today, my parents bought a new camper. It is drivable that they can tow my father’s car behind. The idea was for the new camper is that they will be able to use it more, I think it will be more portable and easier for my dad to drive in the long run. He seems really happy about it.

We helped them drive the cars back after they got the camper. They ended up trading in their older fifth wheel and the small tow behind they bought just at the end of last season. My mom was sad to see the little one go, but they had so many problems with it that it was a better deal.

As for us, I am looking forward to camping season. We also bought a camper at the end of camping season, we got to use it officially twice before we had to stow it away for the winter.

Our camper has a private bedroom with two doors that slide closed, a tv, closets, and plenty of storage underneath the queen bed. We have a U-shaped dinette (I wish the tablet was a lot bigger, but we don’t often eat inside, normally, it is at the picnic tables outside of where we are camping). The kitchen has some counter space for us to utilize the large sink, stove, and oven. Our fridge can open from both sides and we have a large pantry. We also have two bunks so that when we do have children, there will be a place for them to sleep. Our bathroom has a large shower, so my husband isn’t bending over trying to get his hair wet. We also have some small storage in the bathroom.

On the outside, we have a large awning that can fold if we needed to. The outside storage is so large, and we have an outdoor kitchen with a smaller fridge. There is space for a huge television, if we ever wanted to watch something out there. We also have a projector, which could work in the spot where the tv would go. I got a sign with our last name to hang up when we are out there.

It was the perfect camper. It had all of the things that we were looking for, and we just happened to stumble on it at an end-of-season sale my parents told us to go to. Everything worked out well for us (aside from the maintenance guys smoking weed in our bathroom, they were made to say that we were late, even when I told them there was no way we could make a 5pm pick-up).

Camping season starts in April and we are already trying to make plans to take it out, we just have one thing to do before we commit. We need to replace my husband’s truck. It isn’t terminal, but some rodents took it as a home and ate the wiring harness since it is sitting more than it is being driven since he got the work van.

We were going to get rid of his truck anyway; his brother needs a vehicle, and Brandon wants to upgrade. (A serious upgrade; he’s moving from Ford to Chevy – my family is Chevy and his is Ford, it’s a running joke now). So, we are waiting until our taxes are returned.

This brings me to my next topic: my dream of using some of my taxes to upgrade my Mac is no longer there. One day, hopefully, before this one fully craps out on me, I will save enough to upgrade. In all honesty, we need another reliable family vehicle more than I need a brand-new laptop. Plus, I am gonna drive the fuck out of the new truck – insert a big goofy grin here.

Anyways, I am not feeling well so I am about to chug another cup of tea.

Janauary 16th

I’ll be honest, I am stuck on what to write. I want to write a thoughtout blog entry today, but there is not anything on my mind specifically besides the weekend. We have a busy weekend between my waxing appointment, dinner with Brooke and Tyler for his birthday, and then doing brunch with both families on Sunday. Just thinking about how busy it seems hurts my brain.

I enjoy weekends with relaxation, it is my time to renew my mind before taking on another week with a replenished head. I like taking a bath on Saturday mornings, reading my book and soaking. Then getting out, having breakfast, my coffee, and writing for almost an hour feels like it resets my soul.

I do enjoy spending time with my family as well as his family on the weekends. The last time we had brunch with his family, we ended up going to a coffee shop afterwards that also sold old antiques. We took the time to sit, chat, I enjoyed a matcha green tea and we walked around looking at the antiques.

That day I ended up bring home a pink antique cup, creamer disepenser, and handle to carry it for my Grandmother who collects it. She absolutley loved it and I didn’t pay too much for it either. I’d love to get lost in antique shops with coffee any day. It is one of the places that I feel most at home.

I’ll spend the rest of the day day dreaming of warm coffee and old books.

January 6th

It’s a snow day here at the house. For the first time on record, everyone’s place of work closed for the day – except for mine, I stayed home regardless because the roads are not the best.

We have gotten nine inches of snow so far, it just stopped but the roads are still packed with snow and ice. I am glad that I stayed home, having the anxiety of driving home later would potentially kill me. (Not really, but you get it).

I allowed myself to sleep in, then I got up and worked out. It was leg day and I decided to run two miles as well. I can tell that Brandon is bored though, he was waiting for me upstairs and came down to visit me a few times while I was working out.

We watched a few old movies together from our childhood when I was done showering. We watched Recess and then Code named Kids Next Door. Now, he is out there trying to plow snow so we can get out of the driveway tomorrow.

It’s been a pretty lazy day, but I am grateful for it. I took today was a self care day, a way to relax and replenish my energy for the rest of this coming week. I am focusing on how my body feels and responding to it instead of ignoring it. I’ve drank plenty of water, ate what I needed to, and now I am drinking a cup of coffee and relaxing in the gameroom until Brandon is done plowing snow.

It’s quiet in here, aside from the sound of Nyx eating her toy, and I enjoy the peace. I feel a slight guilt because Brandon is outside and Keagan is in the basement, but having time in solitude is good for my soul. Being able to escape and sit down to write in the (clean) gameroom has been a great little “get away” to my mind. I enjoy having their company most of the time, yet, this is good too.

When he gets back inside, I will rejoin him on the couch to relax and hopefully we can drag Keagan out of the basement again. Maybe bring Baja up as well.

This brings back memories of snow days in Virginia. It was really the only states that would close down when we got snow simply because we didn’t have the equiptment to handle the roads. I was either eighth grade or a Freshman in high school the last time I remember snow days at home, they shut us down for an entire week and I couldn’t remember having that much fun.

All of my friends lived within walking distance so we hung out, made a snowmen, had snow ball fights, played with Dani (our mini Daschund) in the snow, and ate chili/drank hot cocoa with the family.

Although, I have new found meories of snow days. Watching my dogs, Luna and Nyx, parade through the backyard barking and yelling. Nyx digging her face in the snow, pushing ehr body down and almost making a snow angel herself. Luna running around like she was crazy, jumping and hollowing begging us to chase her, watching her catch the balls of snow and then spit them out with disapointment. Then curling up on the couch with my husband and enjoying the rest of the fleeting day.

I’m hoping the rest of the day doesn’t go by too quickly, Tuesday and the responsibilities can wait a little bit longer in my opinion.