Friday, September 27, 2013

A month for the bees.

Well I suppose it's been a long time since I last wrote.  Also that title has nothing to do with the actual blog post I think.  Unless you'd like to talk about bees in which case they really don't have anything to say other than there are a lot of wasps here. And I'm not going to lie, they're kind of scary.

A lot of nothing and everything has been going on here in Idaho. I finally got to meet my adorable nephew and snuggle my niece's face.  However it's been quite a challenge considering I live a fairly quiet life in Guam no screaming babies, no dirty diapers, and no running around screaming "Weechele, Weechele, wutchu doin?" 

Yesterday I woke to the sound of my doorhandle jiggling. Normally you would think that your house is being broken into or a monster was getting ready to attack you in your sleep, while you lay there motionless, unable to move from fear. It was a monster of sorts.  I couldn't decide whether I wanted to let it in or try to hide and sleep for a little bit longer. Clearly evident, the choice of letting her in because I had no idea what she was up to. 

"Weeeeeeechele, lemme in! Weeeechele, wutchu doing? Play game Weechele? Game? Weee-chele....lemme in, I mish you." (She tells me she misses me when she wants something because I can't resist her cuteness.)

Her adorable voice and charms were no match for my need to sleep. I don't have my own kids so I wasn't aware that it was possible to love children that didn't pop out of your lady bits as much as I love my niece and nephew.  I changed my very first crappy diaper yesterday (I say very first but I mean it's been about 11 years and I've never changed a boys crappy diaper).  Of course, not without needing a bottle of wine to finish the job while Vincent sat there all-knowing and giggling. I managed without the wine but it was no easy feat.  As much as I tried to avoid a diaper, I couldn't help but think of him saying "Merry Christmas, the shitter was full!" I knew it was inevitable, just a matter of when. 

It's been wonderful to see my family spend time with my cousins and I even got to go to a heavy metal concert not but that's my cup of tea...but I enjoyed it nonetheless.  I felt a little out of my element, considering I normally hear island music and reggae on a daily basis.  Not my first rodeo...or metal concert but it's been a hot minute.  By the glory of divine intervention, karma or just sheer luck, I ran into one of my friend my very best friends from high school who I haven't seen in four years.  What are the odds of that happening?  

This trip is definitely had its downfalls but it's been mostly wonderful.  I said goodbye to one of the most influential women in my life, I got to see my best friend for the first time in six years although I wish it had been under different circumstances. I've seen family members that I haven't seen in the upper part of 8 years, and my sister's goat died...seriously, I can't make this shit up. It's been quite the adventure and above all, I am freezing my ass off.  I was afforded the opportunity to pick apples from apple trees, fresh raspberries from  a raspberry bush and eat plums picked on my uncle's property. I forgot how wonderful that kind of stuff tastes because everything has to be flown in and is incredibly expensive here in Guam.  I mean seriously, I cried at the sight of 10 for 10 bell peppers in any color.

It's amazing the kind of things you forget when you've been gone from where you're from for so long. Although it's an adventure have to say I'm incredibly ready to go back to where it's warm I can wear shorts and I can visit a real gym any time I please. 

I apologize for the delay in posts on my blog, not only has it been a crazy month for me but once again my laptop is not working. Not sure why it feels the need to break down when I'm away from my husband, Mr. computer fixed it and but it does. Maybe just doesn't like me?  I'm using my talk to text app on my iPhone which actually seems to be working relatively well now that I realize I can say "period" and it actually puts a period,  instead of having to go through and edit everything. That's kind of nice except I don't feel as creative when I talk. The magic is in my hands, magic hands, if you'd like to call them.  That's where the magic comes from.

That's it for this installation of Riley Writes.

Xoxo







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