Coffee is the drink of the Gods….

There has been some discussion in my world lately regarding the Idaho License Plate.
Well, on my way in this morning, I saw something which made even ME shake my head, bred and born in Idaho as I was.
It was simply this.
Cute red sports car with vanity plates that said “T8RG8R”.
Translation anyone?
I just shook my head and turned at the next available light.

Yesterday I was feeling like I’d been hit by a truck.
Not physically, but emotionally. The urge to cry at everything was just overwhelming.
So I took my little girl, strapped her into her car seat and we headed out for a drive.
At first I thought we would go shopping, because I love to shop when I’m depressed.
But then the urge to head up into the hills overwhelmed me and I headed North.
I took Highway 55, and had I stayed on it I would have ended up in Canada. After about an hour driving, however, I decided to drive by my favorite hot spring. The parking for it was crowded, and I didn’t relish the thought of taking a 2 year old up a steep mountain train in flip flops, so I drove on by.
An amazing thing started happening about 45 minutes into the drive.
I no longer felt like crying my eyes out.
I started breathing deeply.
Belle and I started singing songs.
The knots in my shoulders started unwinding.
My constant pain in my neck disappeared.
In short, I felt healed.
After a couple of hours of hours of driving I felt better than I had in months.
I felt a certain freedom just driving away.
I had everything I needed in that car, and all the worries about money and rent and attorneys and custody and everything else just melted away.
It was also the first time I had actually gone someplace far away with Belle and I felt so capable. No matter what happens I know I can take care of her, and me.
Today I feel relaxed.
All the worries I had are still with me, but they do not carry the same weight today as they did yesterday.
All of this from a drive.
I took a couple of pictures, and I’ll try to post them tonight.
Have a lovely day.

I have a new stapler.
I was going to name him Thaddeus,
but after an incident with my finger,
his name is now “Brutus”.

God bought me my soy chai latte with white chocolate this morning.
A friend said it was more likely than god buying his whiskey.
He may be right.

I was just looking at my site meter.
I’m always curious how many people actually look at my blog, even if they don’t comment.
(pout, non-commenter’s)
I decided to look at the referrals this morning.
Under a google search they listed “possessed children”.
I’m not sure how I feel about that.