Yeah, so I didn't post yesterday. I'm a fool.
Bubba was a HANDFUL yesterday morning...and well, close to "that time" (tmi?) I wasn't much better behaved. We flew out of the house at least 10 minutes earlier than necessary just because I couldn't WAIT to get to work where it's peaceful.
On my way to work I get a text from MR.FF. The gist of the text was he left Rudy, his dog, out all night long by accident and he got off of the leash and they couldn't find him.
Being the LOVING AND COMPASSIONATE *cough-gullible-cough* woman that I am, I responded with a huge "oooohhhh noooo :-("
Hook, line and sinker.
Oh, but Mr.FF did.not.stop.there. Oh no.
"I think I see a pile of brown, white and black on the road" he texted.
"Oh Stacie. Onion is bailing" my phone chimed.
By this time I am about in tears. All to get slammed with a huge APRIL FOOL'S.
Now. I take back all those nice things I've said about you Mr.FF. You are NOT NICE, you are EVIL, and...and...and...you got me. BRAT!
Well, I was so distraught that I couldn't even blog.
Ok, that's not true, but I did let him think that I was really mad about it all day.
What? That's fair. I even gave him some "acceptable" April Fool's trickery, to which he laughed at the childlikeness of them, but whatever.
Anyfool's, so I didn't post yesterday that was NO joke.
Our Thursday edition of Spring Break vacation takes us to "the mountain".
"The mountain" that my Mom claims called to her, transformed her, and helped her to make some difficult decisions about her life.
"HE, is the reason I am here kids." She said as we drove to Apache Junction. "He is so majestic."
The kids giggled at her assignment of a pronoun to a THING. Just as they giggle at me naming our TV, Betsy.
I know, apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
(Betsy is a GREAT name for a TV, she talks to me, she really does...)
Apache Junction is a desolate area, lots of run down trailers, closed businesses and really dead looking. Yet just beyond all of that lays the Superstition Mountain. It really is beautiful.
"If you feel this mountain is so majestic and beautiful, why is it a HE and not a SHE?" I poked.
Have a heyday with that Frued.
We pull into
Tonto National Forest, pay our fees, converse with the ranger about the pending gloom of the park. Due to economical times,
the park will be closing.
SAD.
Maybe
Saguaro's like THIS answer the debate between the HE and SHE naming of "the mountain".
We hiked to the mountain, it was a lot steeper than it looked. By the time we got to the first cluster of rocks,
we the kids were done walking. Every where I looked it was just beautiful and seemed to go on forever.
It was on this trip that Buggy declared that she wants to be a photographer when she grows up.
This is a "thank you" to the mountain. There were all kinds of rocks stacked like this along the trail.
As sweet as this looks, he REALLY was rebuilding MY "thank you" to the mountain that he kicked over.
After our hike back to the car we drove across the street to an old gold mining ghost town. We ate "mammoth burgers" out on the deck over looking "the mountain" while a man sang country songs.
I think he's singing, "Hey little lady with the camera, wanna boot scoot boogie?" either that or he was really use to people taking his picture. He could sing, play guitar AND smile all at the same time.
*claps*
*whistles the John Wayne tune*
We went on a mine tour, learned about the gold they found, the hours they worked, the money they made. The tour guide talked about woman not being allowed to work in the mines, but that they could make more in an hour than the men did in 12 hours.
The Brothel.
Ok, this post is taking too long (TWSS), so let me end by sharing my favorite photo of the day and to say, though I didn't feel the "magic" my mother felt from that mountian doesn't mean she didn't feel it. Just because SHE was inspired to change her entire life doesn't mean I didn't give that mountain a swift kick for pulling my Mother so far from me.
*take that mountain*
Ok here is my favorite picture.
Have a great holiday weekend everyone.
HOPPY EASTER!!!
