His Obsession Became My Revenge – Disney, Universal, Make-A-Wish

Once upon a time, Denver was an adorable tot.

No, seriously, look at that face…how adorable??

Okay, okay, that’s a baby pic, but don’t you wanna smoosh those cheeks?

ANYHOOZLES.

Way off topic here.

He was cute. He was the only child, grandchild, he was spoiled…

Which meant for approximately 3 years when he fell in love with the movie Mary Poppins I watched that damn thing, at least in part, EVERY DAY.

Let me clarify this for you…

Every day. For at least 3 years. At least 1095 days. I watched at least 20 minutes of Mary Poppins.

I grew to hate that snobby bitch.

I mean, sure she’s great on the first watch. Maybe even the second. Then you begin to realize her ‘practically perfect in every way’ rhetoric is just SO ANNOYING.

(For the record, I have since watched the 2nd and I do love the fun Emily has with the role. No offense to Dame Julie Andrews, whom I adore, but it’s a LOT of Mary Poppins).

Fast forward to 2014. We are at Disney for Kennedy’s Wish…and innocently wandering through Epcot…

When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a beautiful Mary Poppins standing innocently in midst of the UK. Not surrounded by millions of people or a handler, just…there.

You KNOW what I did.

I mean, how could I not?

THREE YEARS, people.

You bet your butt I forced Denver to get a picture with her.

You can see his extreme joy at being forced not just into a picture, but one with Mary Poppins herself.

A mother’s memory is long…and revenge truly is a dish best served cold.

 

What’s Next in this Oola Life?

Well, it’s pretty well known that my main goal that went on the Oola bus was to move to Florida.

And, here we are!!

It’s been a crazy two years, since I found Oola, and a crazier year since I got to put my dream on the bus!

At times I never thought I’d make it here.

At others, I remained steadfast and certain it would happen.

Now, as the chaos dies down and we settle into a bit of normality – something has been nudging me.

A new goal.

A somehow much scarier one.

One that I’ve denied for much longer than I care to admit.

A dream that I’ve talked myself out of any, and every time it has popped into my head.

I deemed it a passing fancy.

Something I was never strong enough to do.

I don’t have the constitution for it.

The persistent nudging hasn’t stopped, so I cautiously stepped out and told my husband.

Then my BFF, and my mother.

Yet I kept it close to the vest.

I told myself it was because this one was for me.

But really, in the end, I recognized it for what it was – Fear.

Ooh, that Oola Blocker of blockers.

Fear of what?

Being ridiculed. Failing. Being told I could never do it.

Once I recognized this, I knew it was time to say it.

So here it goes.

My crazy, new goal…

I’m going to school to become a nurse.

It’s in many ways so much scarier than moving across country.

But it feels right.

I Am Grateful…

As part of my Oola journey, I’m making an effort to be more grateful.  My daily planner has a place specifically labeled for Gratitude. I’d like to spread some of that love here, too.

I am grateful for –

Dominoes

Couches

Crochet

New jobs

Better jobs

New dreams

New schools

Cat being a cat

Overtime

Bonuses

Birthday fitbit

4k

Bugs be gone(ish)

Blogging friends old & new

Support

Studying

Sunshine amidst rain

40 days

Beach days

All my kids together

Wizards Unite

Pokemon hunting

Home.

The Intrepid Yarn Lover

I may have mentioned once or twice before that I have some crafting ADHD. In the past year, my yarn-bending has come out full force (along with my pendant making, but that’s another post).

To keep tabs on myself because I’ve had several projects that are YEARS old now (seriously, like 7 years).

Honestly, this months yarn check-in is much the same as last one…I’ve been working on it for YEARS.

But, it was meant to be worked on over time.

Just perhaps not quite this much time.

It’s called the Bee-Keeper Quilt.

You make a bunch of teeny-tiny (not really, but really) hex-puffs – or poofs as I like to call them.

Each hexagon is knitted, and stuffed, individually as you go along.

You make lots of them.

LOTS.

Like hundreds.

For a twin size I think you need something like 400.

I’m aiming for a queen sized quilt.

It’s like 1,000 of those –>>

I’m at about 150, I think?

After YEARS of off and on knitting.

I may finish this before we get our retirement home.

Or in time to be buried with it.

At this rate, it could be…

Being True to Myself – It isn’t So Easy

The past couple of years I’ve made huge leaps in discovering who I am, who I want to be, how I want to live.

I want to be me.

Unapologetically ME.

It’s not always easy, though.

Old fears, traumas, habits, and soul blocks are everywhere.

I make a decision for a new Oola goal – and I hide it. I claim I’m keeping it to myself because it’s just for me…but it’s fear. Fear of being mocked. Being told I can’t do it, that I’m “not strong enough” (something I heard about surviving auditions on Broadway…yet years later I became a writer and handled plenty of rejection).

It’s been so easy to slide back into a hermit life during/after the move.

SO much happened. SO much stress. SO much turmoil.

Say bye bye world, hello couch.

I’m trying to push beyond it. To work past those blocks, comforts, and habits.

My word for 2019 is REDEFINING.

I’ve had so much happen into 2019, I can’t help but embody that word in so many ways.

Yet, that old song is easy to sing. To use as a shield. To smile and pretend I’m okay waving the rose in the back of the corps.

I said I was going to stop hiding my true self.

I’m working on it.

I promise.

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(Also, that Oola goal announcement is coming soon…promise. Fitting it into my post schedule. 😀 No more fear)