I Will Survive!

I looked forward to going home every summer.  This year we were doing something different.  This year we would be more active while still having fun, a little quirky, to include all ages.  I couldn’t wait to get on that plane and back to Wisconsin.

The ex was from So Cal and after getting out of the Army in 1978, he decided it was where we would live.  We were there long enough to have a baby, get jobs, move to 3 different homes, spend most of our money and move in with Ex’s divorced father and 3 siblings.  All that in 2 years, until we moved to Wisconsin, my home state.

We settled in a wonderful medium sized town, got good jobs and later put our son into a great public school.  We had it made, on the outside, anyway.  Ex started his construction company.  Good money and a lot of stress.  We built a home in an upscale neighborhood.  One of the jobs he took was remodeling a restaurant and lodge. It was a big project and took many months.  He did this on a handshake.  After it was finished, they didn’t have the money to pay it all.  Bankruptcy, moving out of our custom home, and then too much drinking.

Time to move back to California.  That was at the end of 1989.  Ex went back first and found a house and a job.  Our son and I came out shortly after that.  I had to leave a job I loved for 8 years and my family.

Oops, back to the story and fast forward to 2001.  I go back to Wisconsin for a week every summer.  I go by myself.  Ex is never happy about me going and won’t come with me.  After a few years, I don’t care, I just need to go.

I always end up at my parent’s home on the Island and my 7 siblings come, at least for the weekend.  We had done Christmas in July the years prior.  This year (2001), my brother-in-law suggested we do a family “Survivor”.  There were plenty of emails and phone calls to plan the weekend.  We figured we had between 20 and 30 people with sibs, in-laws, nieces, nephews, my grandma, my parents and a couple friends.  The teams ended up with 12 people each, ages 7 to 81.  We had spouses on opposing teams.  Each team had four siblings, mine with 2 sisters, a brother, Dad and assorted others.  The other had 2 brothers, 2 sisters, Mom, Nanny plus 6 more.

Events included food challenges, basketball shooting, how far can you jump, hit a golf ball and sunflower seed spitting.  We picked teams on Friday night and saw the area my bro-in-law chose for the tribal counsel. Games to begin on Sat morn…

Tribal Counsel

Writing 101 Day 4

Who Am I?

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Who am I?  Interesting question.  The answer changes with time, although I am still, just Deb.  At this point I’ll say I am a happy, healthy, vibrant and witty woman.  I run, walk, kayak and bike.  Next week is our first 5K trail run and the week after another 5K with our annual triathlon in August.   I am more confident than I’ve ever been.  An almost 2 year divorcee after a 35 year marriage.  A Mom, Grandma, Daughter and oldest sister to 7.  Most important is that I am a best friend and love to the most amazing man I’ve ever known.

Why am I here?  As a so-so, off and on writer and new lover of photography with no friends (please give me no tips as it is the way I like it) and busy sibs, I need to share with someone.

This is shorter than I wanted but I am 2 days behind. This is yesterday’s assignment and still need to do today’s. I signed up for blogging 101 and am very excited to do the daily assignments.  I will be changing my “about me” soon because I am a different person than I was a year ago.

Why Can’t We Be Friends

Angel Club 1965

Angel Club 1965

Making Friends

I have no problem making friends.  I am warm, witty and humorous. Most people like me.  If you don’t, something is wrong with you and I will continue to be nice to you and win you over.

My Mom, my Dad and my Stepdad are/were nice friendly people and it rubbed off.  All of my siblings have the same personality.

Sounds like I have a lot of friends, doesn’t it?  Nope!  I don’t have them and I don’t want them.  I had friends in high school, had them growing up in the neighborhood.  There were friends in the Army and all throughout my adult life.  I didn’t have best friends who I told everything to.  I was always more comfortable alone.

A long weekend with the girlfriends, a shopping trip with a bunch of women.  No thanks!

My sister recently told me that she always thought there was something strange about me because of my lack of friends.

I found a clue when I read The Birth Order Book.  I am an oldest.  Typical behavior.  Very interesting stuff.  You should read it.

Daily Prompt: Why can’t we be friends?  http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/09/prompt-cant-we-be-friends/

The photo above is of The Angel Club minus our leader, who was older and wiser and made us do whatever she wanted.  These are my childhood friends from the late 50’s, early 60’s and my year younger sister.

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Street Life

This is the campground road taken from our driveway.  It becomes a snowmobile trail in the winter as they do not plow the gravel road.  I walk/run this almost everyday and it is beautiful all year long.  The worst part of it is when the warm season arrives the peacefulness changes to campers and their excitement and pleasure of being surrounded by this beauty.  Wonderful for them, noise and commotion for us.  Ah, the joy of living next to a campground.  I guess it is better than living in the city.  That coming from a woman who prefers the northwood and all that go with it.

 

Campground road or snowmobile trail in winter.

Campground road or snowmobile trail in winter.