Belated Mother's Day Post

Whoops. I fell behind. The story of my life I tell ya.

Riddle House, Oldest on M.I.

I'll have to backtrack to Mother's Day. Garen did a dang good job of ensuring I had a good day. He deserves a post praising the fun I had with my family. I'll try to keep it brief though, since it was a while ago now.

West Wing

For Mother's Day I got to head off to Mackinaw Island with my family. Usually, I don't get around to doing the tourist stuff in the towns I live in, so it was a treat to go and check out the (what I thought would be) overhyped and overly expensive island. The ferry ride was free for the day, and we were also given a free ticket into the Butteryfly House.

The WHOLE House

The ride over was freakin' frigid. I don't know how I spaced how cold it is on the water. I grew up in that environment... but we froze all the same for the 18 minute ride. Once we got there the kids wanted to see horses. The island doesn't have cars. Just horses. Which are awesome, I admit, but Lillie was totally lost on the dang horses.

Butterfly in Lillie's Hair

We checked out some shops, walked around the main street and some side streets. We found a really old and tiny post office and the oldest building on the island.Then we settled in for some lunch. It wasn't an amazing lunch, but edible.

Hayden Holding Said Butterfly

After we ate we headed down towards the Butterfly house. To get there you pass a few private residences and bed and breakfast places. I found one house that looked huge. I took a picture while Hayden read the sign. Then after listening to him I realized I'd only taken a picture of a WING of the place. Here I thought this was a HUGE house, and it's just a huge WING. That was nuts.

Fort on M.I.

The Butterfly House was a hit for both Hayden and Lillie. I hate bugs. I hate bugs that fly, even pretty ones... but I sucked it up and went inside. I'm glad I did. The kids were loving every moment and even got to touch a few of them. One landed in Lillie's hair and got stuck. Hayden got it out.

Officer's Quarters

After the Butterfly house we headed up to the Fort. Here I thought it would be some campy recreation of a fort. Nope, it's the real thing. A lot of the spaces are still in tact, behind glass. It was really awesome to read about these people, how they lived (How some died) and how TB effected them, and how medical practices worked. (I've now seen how bloodletting worked). There were real cannons, gun demonstrations, and a cannon firing.

Lillie and I in Jail

The school was cool, but the officer's homes were the best, in my opinion. Lillie and I even got locked in Jail. Garen couldn't resist shutting the door and locking us inside. And then he left. No joke.

Oh he knows he did good

After all that, we made our way back down to Main St. Lillie STILL wanted to see the horses so Garen went and flagged someone down and got her a nice little ride. While they did that I snuck off and bought 2.5lbs of fudge. I cannot eat all this fudge... but what I can eat is AWESOME!

So there ya have it... My awesome day at Mackinaw Island for Mother's Day. Thank you Garen, Hayden and Lillie. I feel special and loved.



Here's some other shots from the day:

Freezing on the Ferry

Lillie on the Ferry

School House

Hayden on the Ferry

Fort in 1880s

Fort Today

View from the Fort

Old buggy

Hayden outside a Restaurant

Lillie @ Lunch showing us how butterflies go

Post Office, which looks suspicously like a house :)

I'm At Work

Therefore, I should be working... but there isn't a lot to do right now. It's storming outside, there are no customers inside, and I already set up my workspace just how I want it... only to have it magically revert to it's orginal layout once I left for lunch yesterday... So I am opting out of that fight. But seriously, what does one do during the day when there just isn't much to do?

Counter-Terrorists Win!

If you can really call us that anyways...

This particular post deals with the response to the death of Osama Bin Laden. My friend Dechion and another member of the blog community Big Bear Butt have also committed posts to this view. Their opinions are different than mine, and I do not mean to offend them. I found their works to be rather thought provoking as well. I encourage you to see their opinions... if you're into political and moral debates. If not, walk away... quickly... 

Disclaimer:
 I rarely have to put one of these before something I write. However, this post will touch on topics of extreme sensitivity, and subjects of mass debate. If you are easily offended by discussions on politics, religion, Osama Bin Laden, terrorism, Military or any other of those "Shhh you can't talk about THAT" subjects, I advise you to walk away. My opinions are often either really harsh, really from left field, and sometimes laced with rather inappropriate humor. Also, I am generally long winded. After this break, you may read on, and have your own opinion. I encourage you to share it. I however will not tolerate hate posts, general ass-hatery or nonsense. You have been warned.

Perception Vs. Reality

That title almost sounds like something out of "Inception". I assure you, this is nothing like that. However, I often wish I either had been dreaming, or that what I dreamed had instead been real. This two situations tend to have a 50/50 existence; meaning, I tend to feel both situations roughly the same, not one more often than another.

For example, I dreamed that having a job, going to school, being a busy soccer type mom would be fanciful. I dreamed it would be easy to be busy; to have places to be; people to talk to... The reality is I'm usually very overwhelmed, disorganized and always out of time.

However, on the flip side, I wish I'd dreamed up some of the situations I've found myself in when it comes to my perception of people, neighbors, friends, relatives; people I often have high hopes for, expectations of, and invest incredible amounts of trust, effort, energy and emotion into. In these situations I tend to find myself severely let down, disappointed and even angry. I'm sad to say that in one case, I perceived a person incorrectly in at least one area of their life... which sadly ended before I knew better, and I'll never get to tell that person how sorry and how wrong I was.

Of course everyone aspires to make their dreams their reality. Generally I don't dream big like owning a mansion on some tropical island somewhere with pool boys named Pablo. I dream of simple satisfaction, of knowing what I want and how to get it. Of loving relationships with friends, family, and maybe even strangers. Sure, I wish I could cure all cancers, rid the world of intolerance, bring justice, find God, and make millions... but for now I'd settle for getting through a whole day where the kids did their chores, homework, didn't fight or whine and did what they were told.

Perhaps that's the bigger dream, actually.

The point of this post is the realization that I put a little too much effort in people that didn't deserve it. How my perception of them became so distorted that I dreamed up some sort of view of them, rather than seeing the reality of who and what they actually were and are is beyond me. But since I've seemed to have woken up from the dream state of how I viewed these people, I suppose it is now time to face reality and move on. Still, the dream was nice while it lasted...