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[blackcoffeerocks]

Finding Fun: Our Simple Story of Making More Time for Fun

Finding Fun: Our Simple Story of Making More Time for Fun

How good are you at finding fun? 

Are you scheduled and routine? Or do you occasionally allow a sense of adventure to take over? Sadly, in our hustle and bustle world, a common answer to the question How are you? Is not I’m having fun, but I’m busy! Struggeling to keep up with the workload, much like a bad amature plate-spinner, is now a status symbol. For many people, it’s also the new norm.

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[touchedwithclass]

Something is wrong

Something is wrong with my life. I thought that by time I got to be in the decade that I'm in, life would be better than it is. I am tired of watching other people live their lives and I'm in the stands of my life watching then live. I've had a career. I am married with grown children. I've had everything in life that life should hold. Yet, I am just so very unhappy. I am not suicidal, absolutely not. But I am just so "ho hum" about living. I lay in my bed sick with a cold, trying to look and read the screen in my mind. I need to find a way to enjoy the years that I still have left. I want to know why I am so unhappy. Perhaps, one of the reasons I am so unhappy with my life is because of my relationship with my family. I love my family. I just wish that we actually got along. I want to have the storybook family. I want to be able to visit my children, their children and have a good time. I don't want the arguments and senseless monotony of deciphering the stupidness of every day living. Actually, I think I know what is wrong with my life. There is a huge lack of any joy or fun anymore. Without those two important elements the formula just does not work; that would be the formula for a great life. My life is just boring. I try every day to do something to spice up living. I knit. I crochet. I read books. I go to work. Nothing seems to bring fun into my life. Fun is something that nobody can give me. Fun is something I have to find for myself. My problem is, I try so hard to help others that I do not realize they do not want my help. Hard lesson to learn -harder lesson to appreciate. I have to retrain myself to back off and away from those I love. Let them blossom alone and pray whatever happens will not be too severe that they cannot recover from and bounce back well. Leaving those I love alone without me, it not the hard part really. The hard part for me is creating a life that I want to live. A life where I am the center of it. I like living, having fun and looking forward to seeing those I love. Thus, begins the quest for me. A journey where I can find happiness in myself and life. Stay tuned.

[theworldofthomas-blog1]

What To Do

The two boys sat, trying hard to think of something to do.

“We could... light something on fire?” one of the boys asked.

“That’s ridiculous, Jack. Everything below waist height is dead this time of year. We’d accidentally burn down the mountain,” the other boy replied critically.

“Fine,” Jack said. “It was just an idea. We could... make food?”

“Dude. We just spent two hours cooking and eating chicken. We can’t go back into the kitchen.”

“Well I don’t see you contributing any ideas, Tommy,” Jack jabbed.

“I’ve told you, I don’t like it when people call me that. My name is Thomas, and that’s what I am to be called,” Thomas answered irritably, raising his voice. He stood up from the chair in his living room and started pacing. “We could draw something. We could watch a show. We could even make a mattress slide down the stairs!”

“Are you kidding me? That stuff is all too juvenile.” Jack’s voice was raised to match as he stood up too. “We aren’t two kids imagining up creatures and pretending to be them anymore! I want to do something REAL.” 

“Well why don’t you go and—” Thomas paused, then lit up. “Wait, I have an idea.” Thomas quieted for a second.

“Well, what is it? Don’t just leave me hanging.”

“What if we go to the grocery sto—”

“Uuuuugh, I’m tired of going to the store for entertainment,” Jack interrupted. “Don’t get me wrong, I think its fun, but we do it too often. We just went yesterday.”

“I wasn’t finished,”  Thomas stated. “Just hear me out. We each can only spend ten dollars on stuff, and afterwards we go explore the mountain again and spend the night up there. But this time, we’re only allowed to take our clothes and what we’ve bought.”

Jack’s face changed from that of exasperation to delight. “That’s a great idea! But isn’t ten dollars a little on the low side? How about twenty?”

“Fifteen.”

“Deal. And what about clothing? Are we allowed to change into something more suitable for the expedition?”

“Nope. We go as we are, T-shirts and shorts.”

“Well alright. I have high hopes for this trip, Thomas. I’ll leave a note for my parents, grab my money, and be right back.”

“Alright bro, I’ll be here waiting,” Thomas said as he walked Jack to the door. “See you in a few.”

The two boys performed their secret handshake that they created when they were younger, which took about 30 seconds. 

“See you dude,” Jack replied as he mounted his bike and rode off.

[thelearningtolovetexasprinc-blog]

It's a new adventure

In June of 2012 we moved from beautiful Napa, Ca., the heart of wine country.  Where the grapevines spread across the countryside and everyone walked around pleasantly buzzed.  We lived a mere hour or two (depending on traffic) from San Francisco, Oakland, and Berkeley, an hour  or two from the ocean and the Santa Cruz boardwalk, two hours from foothills and mountains of the Sierra's and 3 hours from the beautiful big redwoods that are so large that you gaze upon them and feel truly insignificant in the larger universal scheme of things.  We moved from this central location in Heaven to Sugar Land, Tx.  dun dun dun 

Sugar Land, TX is a suburb of Houston, you can find the particulars about here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sugar_Land,_Texas.  Apparently it used to be a sugar plantation.  Well, it isn't that anymore.  It's pretty close to Houston proper and has a big city feel to it.  Lots of cars, lots of people and lots and lots of flat paved land.  It is also a deed restricted community or a HOA. The entire city!  Heck, nearly the entire county!  The lawn as to look like this, you can't do this, or this, or that and what a sad life for the poor little weed that tries to poke his head out.  All the houses look very similar, all the cars look very similar, all the people look very similar...it goes on and on.  I was feeling very 'Stepford' when we first moved in.  

Now, it's not like we didn't have other choices.  Loads of places for rent in any of the cities surrounding Houston, but this one had one of the best high schools in the area.  I am very fussy about my boys' schools.  We lived in the Bay Area of Ca, while very beautiful it also had it's darker areas and we had heard Houston had even worse areas.  So Sugar Land it was.  My youngest son started this school term as a junior so we signed a 2yr lease and moved on in.

While I am sad that I moved from Ca and miss it dreadfully, I do not enjoy being unhappy.  I always try to make the best of any given situation and tend to look at the bright side of life.  So, I begin my journey to learning to love Texas.

Peace

[kimjongin-dbd]

Finding Fun || Jongin & ???

Jongin needed fresh air. Staying in that building made him bored out of his mind. you think he would be use to this by now. He nearly spent his whole 18 years in his room before the world ended. But no. He couldn't even stand being in his own room for more than an hour. He would wait till his parents left for work, before sneaking out through the back door His parents had bought him a skateboard. Which he didn't know why, since they wouldn't even let him use it outside. Maybe to make him seem normal? Whatever it was it never worked. He was a prisoner in his own home. But that was months ago. He was free from his confines of home. Here he was. End of the world. Friends with a dog and a stranger he had met along the way. But he wasn't out looking for supplies like usual. He was at a dried up pool with a skateboard in hand that he found at one of the houses he was searching. He was pretty sure no one would come to a dried up pool to search for anything. He positioned his skateboard at the edge of the pool before skating down in it.

[52weeksofamazing]

the way i envision amazing

We went to Barrington to have dinner but found a farmer's market because theirs is on Thursday night instead of Saturday like the one in our home town, or Sunday morning like the town over. We are becoming Farmer's Market's connesiours (geesh! that spelling!) Walking through it we found a car show that perusing, we found a lamborghini. Just a fun thing. On the street and heading for dinner none of us really wanted, we saw ... wait for it ... the Batmobile. Really. the 1960's Adam West version. Pretty awesome. I have a pic somewhere of a cop standing near it, he looks like he's giving them a ticket.

We had ice cream for dinner, Bruce and I talking while Aaron danced around in the window of a faded ice cream shoppe. Faded as in shabby chic, not really old.

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We went to Arlington Heights intending to have frozen yogurt for dinner but after that (this was a week or two later), we heard music and started following the band, as it were. We found the fest they happen to have that weekend. There was music, outdoor vendors, and general fun. And a friend I haven't seen in 10 years. Kismet? Fate? God?

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Bruce was exhausted after running so after we dragged him to a farmer's market, Aaron and I headed to the Renaissance Faire. We spent the afternoon looking at the frogs, sifting through sand, and wandering, talking to random faire goers and merry makers. It sounds expensive but we brought in his food and were only there a few hours, so it doesn't end up being.

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we could sit on the couch, and not do anything. Which is not to say that doesn't happen. This past weekend Aaron was sick. Hand, foot, and mouth disease. All we did was sleep, eat, and hold him. Because sometimes that's what a family does. But the rest of the time ... the labyrinthe from your couch to amazing can be as easy to cross as walking out the door and down the street. How will you get there?

thanks for reading! K

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