booyah

Dear Diary - 
Tonight I made a delish meal in our new house and called my mom to come over for dinner.  Because I can:) Because we live in the same town.  Booyah.


I've written the opening sentence to this blog post no fewer than 50 times.  It's been 27 days since my last blog post.  Well, one that wasn't a photo challenge.  Anyway, it's not a big deal.  To the world I mean.  It's not even that big a deal to those that check in here once in a while.  Most of them (you) know me and know that I moved to another planet.  Sometimes it feels that way.  But it's a cool planet and my parents live here, so that's nice.


So yeah, in the grand scheme of things, 27 days without a  blog post from the leader of the nerd herd is no biggy.  Except to her (me).


If you blog, you do it for a reason.  For the emotional outlet, the attention, the creative outlet, the sharing, the crafting, the adoration of your doting mother who thinks you are the most brilliant writer since writing was invented.  Unless of course you have a fantabulous skill like sewing or baking and photography and you really do have something amazing to teach the world.  That is not why I blog (see reasons before having a skill).


For me blogging is a joyous mental dump of what is in my heart, my mind and often my camera.  I honestly started doing it strictly for myself.  I wanted to somehow preserve the flow of positive energy that comes from my babies and my husband. My cousin brothers and their families.  My parents, my Aunts.  The city, the farm.   About the same time I started this blog, I edited my Facebook profile "about me" section to simply read

"I am happy"

For reasons unknown to me still, I felt a push to document joy.  Love.  Support.  Family.  Positive energy.  Cheese.


And then...things changed.  As they do.  And so much was lost and suddenly I was documenting things that were so very different.  Sadness.  Loss.  Heartache.  Strength.  Courage.  Tears.  Fear.  Change.


And still there was Joy.  Love.  Support.  Family...cheese.


In the last 27 days, we've plowed through a change that was somewhat unplanned and fairly spontaneous.  I abandoned my career to come home.  I asked my husband to do the same, to abandon his career and come home with me.  To leave his home.  I asked my kids to leave the first home they have known and first close friends they  made and trust me when I told them this would be awesome.  It feels good, it feels right, but it feels very different.  For the first time in a long time, I'm intimidated by what's in front of me.  Time to grow again.  Life...phase 4.


Tonight, I write from my desk in my home office in the great state of South Dakota.  I have 15 windows surrounding me in this office...it's incredible.  Every night I sit here with the shades open, marveling at how dark it is in South Dakota.  There are so many stars here.  And they are so quiet.  At times it does feel like another planet.


The only other thing I can see is the word "Inspire" hanging on the wall.  Yes, time to grow again.  Phase 4.

What I did this summer by Fricka...leader of the nerd herd.

I took my son out in a white onesie all the time because the heat of hell has come to the Midwest.

I let him plop in the kiddie pool in all his clothes for the very same reason.


I begged Grandma to come over every single weekend so we could pack.

I waited very impatiently for him to come home whenever he could.

I wished I hadn't unpacked 3 years ago.

I promised her she will be fine in her new school.

I dreamed of my new office in my new house.

I went to back to corporate school and learned corporate stuffs.

I laughed at muffin jokes.


And promised Baby Calvin his new house would fit him better.  It does.

I ate way too many treats.

I made the trip to see, to paint and to move.

I came home.