Trailer for Sale or Rent

Rooms to let...fifty cents.No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes

This old Roger Miller gone Don Williams song resonates in mind right now. Not only did we move this weekend using a trailer, but our yearly ice storm has rendered me powerless, begging for a room, without a phone, and praying for pool weather. I don’t smoke, but I didn’t have my daily dose of Red Bull and if I had, it would be room temp because my fridge is out of power! The song was in mind regulary as I thought about the trailer we used to move. What is it about trailers that is so alluring to some people? My gypsy blood has moved me around the country a lot in the last ten years. 816 to 417, 417 to 919, 919 to 860, 860 to 816, 816 to 336, 336 to 919, 919 to 816, 816 to 239, and finally 239 back to 417. During my journey I honed my skills and yearning to learn about people and wait makes us tick. When I moved back to the Midwest I noticed that many folks (see how I picked up the slang again?) aspire to own a trailer. Not a boat trailer like that in 239 or 919, but a trailer. The kind you see a dirt bike or ATV strapped to on the way to the track. The kind you see driving down the road behind a dully (let me know if you need a definition) (again, not something I saw a lot of in 860) full of hay. Although I have only had one husband, the one I had in 336 and 919 wanted fly fishing gear to fish the shore, my husband in 239 wanted a flats boat, the husband in 417 now wants a trailer. I continue to ask him why we need one when his brother has one that we can use. Much like the fishing gear in the garage, and the boat we sold when we moved back to 417, I imagine I will soon have a trailer pad somewhere on my new 1.5 acres.

Trailer for Sale or Rent

Rooms to let...fifty cents.No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes

This old Roger Miller gone Don Williams song resonates in mind right now. Not only did we move this weekend using a trailer, but our yearly ice storm has rendered me powerless, begging for a room, without a phone, and praying for pool weather. I don’t smoke, but I didn’t have my daily dose of Red Bull and if I had, it would be room temp because my fridge is out of power! The song was in mind regulary as I thought about the trailer we used to move. What is it about trailers that is so alluring to some people? My gypsy blood has moved me around the country a lot in the last ten years. 816 to 417, 417 to 919, 919 to 860, 860 to 816, 816 to 336, 336 to 919, 919 to 816, 816 to 239, and finally 239 back to 417. During my journey I honed my skills and yearning to learn about people and wait makes us tick. When I moved back to the Midwest I noticed that many folks (see how I picked up the slang again?) aspire to own a trailer. Not a boat trailer like that in 239 or 919, but a trailer. The kind you see a dirt bike or ATV strapped to on the way to the track. The kind you see driving down the road behind a dully (let me know if you need a definition) (again, not something I saw a lot of in 860) full of hay. Although I have only had one husband, the one I had in 336 and 919 wanted fly fishing gear to fish the shore, my husband in 239 wanted a flats boat, the husband in 417 now wants a trailer. I continue to ask him why we need one when his brother has one that we can use. Much like the fishing gear in the garage, and the boat we sold when we moved back to 417, I imagine I will soon have a trailer pad somewhere on my new 1.5 acres.

Hug a Redhead Today!

If predictions by the Oxford Hair Foundation come to pass, the number of natural redheads everywhere will continue to dwindle until there are none left by the year 2100. The reason, according to scientists at the independent institute in England, which studies all sorts of hair problems, is that just 4 percent of the world's population carries the red-hair gene. The gene is recessive (and therefore diluted when carriers produce children with people who have the dominant brown-hair gene. Dr. John Gray's often publicized explanation of his foundation's findings: "The way things are going; red hair will either be extremely rare or extinct by the end of the century." The gene responsible for red hair - known as the melanocortin 1 receptor, or MC1R - was only discovered in the late 1990s. People have a good chance of being born with red hair if they have a mutation of that gene. Red hair is found in all ethnic backgrounds but is most commonly associated with people of Celtic descent. (I am not Irish although I play one on March 17th.)

Maybe I need to have my friend the rocket scientist (ok, ok, genetic researcher) look into this…let me know your thoughts T.

So I have a few thoughts about this possibility:

~Thank goodness I will be gone because a world without Red is no place to live!
~“Studying all sorts of hair problems”; who decides that is what they want to do with their life?
~Recessive my arse: My dad, me (obviously) my brother, and now my son. I won’t even get into my dad’s 7 siblings. (some of which are shown here)

~As I read the article about my people’s pending doom, I thought back to the ridicule I experienced as a young child and then the near celebrity I received as I reached adulthood. I have grown to love my red hair and “angle kisses” (now that I have the sharpie off my skin from my sister connecting the dots in an attempt to see how many I had as a youth; why did I let her do that?) and think of them as my trademark.

Quotable and red:

"She has no name, the red-haired girl from the bog, but she is easy enough to identify, for old legends declare that anything red and white is fairy born. ... Her dancing partners should have recognized their danger, for red-haired girls with milky skin - and anyone resembling them, even non-redheads wearing red petticoats - are omens of ill fortune, folklorist Lady Wilde informs us, while archaeologist Thomas Westropp records the belief that a mere glance from a red-haired girl can kill a horse or a man."- From "The Red-Haired Girl from the Bog: The Landscape of Celtic Myth and Spirit" by Patricia Monaghan

My husband might agree with that last part some times!


A young man marrying a redhead asked his father for some marital advice. The father said, "Just remind her who wears the pants in your family." The evening arrived; the new husband tossed his pants to his bride and said, "Here put these on." She did and said "I don't fit into these." "That's right!" he said, "and don't you forget who wears the pants in this family!" With that she flipped him her panties and said, "Try these on." He looked at them and said, "I can't get into your panties!" She said, "That's right - and you won't until your attitude changes!"

Hug a Redhead Today!

If predictions by the Oxford Hair Foundation come to pass, the number of natural redheads everywhere will continue to dwindle until there are none left by the year 2100. The reason, according to scientists at the independent institute in England, which studies all sorts of hair problems, is that just 4 percent of the world's population carries the red-hair gene. The gene is recessive (and therefore diluted when carriers produce children with people who have the dominant brown-hair gene. Dr. John Gray's often publicized explanation of his foundation's findings: "The way things are going; red hair will either be extremely rare or extinct by the end of the century." The gene responsible for red hair - known as the melanocortin 1 receptor, or MC1R - was only discovered in the late 1990s. People have a good chance of being born with red hair if they have a mutation of that gene. Red hair is found in all ethnic backgrounds but is most commonly associated with people of Celtic descent. (I am not Irish although I play one on March 17th.)

Maybe I need to have my friend the rocket scientist (ok, ok, genetic researcher) look into this…let me know your thoughts T.

So I have a few thoughts about this possibility:

~Thank goodness I will be gone because a world without Red is no place to live!
~“Studying all sorts of hair problems”; who decides that is what they want to do with their life?
~Recessive my arse: My dad, me (obviously) my brother, and now my son. I won’t even get into my dad’s 7 siblings. (some of which are shown here)

~As I read the article about my people’s pending doom, I thought back to the ridicule I experienced as a young child and then the near celebrity I received as I reached adulthood. I have grown to love my red hair and “angle kisses” (now that I have the sharpie off my skin from my sister connecting the dots in an attempt to see how many I had as a youth; why did I let her do that?) and think of them as my trademark.

Quotable and red:

"She has no name, the red-haired girl from the bog, but she is easy enough to identify, for old legends declare that anything red and white is fairy born. ... Her dancing partners should have recognized their danger, for red-haired girls with milky skin - and anyone resembling them, even non-redheads wearing red petticoats - are omens of ill fortune, folklorist Lady Wilde informs us, while archaeologist Thomas Westropp records the belief that a mere glance from a red-haired girl can kill a horse or a man."- From "The Red-Haired Girl from the Bog: The Landscape of Celtic Myth and Spirit" by Patricia Monaghan

My husband might agree with that last part some times!


A young man marrying a redhead asked his father for some marital advice. The father said, "Just remind her who wears the pants in your family." The evening arrived; the new husband tossed his pants to his bride and said, "Here put these on." She did and said "I don't fit into these." "That's right!" he said, "and don't you forget who wears the pants in this family!" With that she flipped him her panties and said, "Try these on." He looked at them and said, "I can't get into your panties!" She said, "That's right - and you won't until your attitude changes!"

Mess with the Bull...

...You Get the Horns!


I don’t get out much. Although I work from home, I am a bad mommy and send two of my best buddies to “school” so I can get some work done. This is a busy time of year at our house. My birthday is the last week of January, with my wedding anniversary the following day. My husband’s birthday is one week after mine and usually somewhere in the mists of all that is the Super Bowl. As you can imagine, for a couple that doesn’t get out much, we have splurged the last couple of weeks. After the birth of my second child last year I noticed I needed an extra kick to get up and at ‘em; preferably not from my husband trying to get me out of bed though. In my time of need I turned to Starbuck’s. Once I realized the calories I was drinking I decided to try other caffeinated drinks like The Bull. Ah, it even comes in sugar free with zero calories! That’s right, you can choose leaded or unleaded depending on your engine! What I find ironic about the whole caffeine thing is that the more I have, the more I need. Last night’s festivities had me mixing the Bull with a guy named Stohli (or a distant cousin to him); not a good idea. I was like a hummingbird on crack; and I am already wound pretty tightly. I would share pictures from the parties but alas, I have none; too busy buzzing around. Today I find myself needing more Bull as I struggle to keep my eyes open. Not from lack of sleep mind you, heck, I was in bed early enough to think the Pats won!

Mess with the Bull...

...You Get the Horns!


I don’t get out much. Although I work from home, I am a bad mommy and send two of my best buddies to “school” so I can get some work done. This is a busy time of year at our house. My birthday is the last week of January, with my wedding anniversary the following day. My husband’s birthday is one week after mine and usually somewhere in the mists of all that is the Super Bowl. As you can imagine, for a couple that doesn’t get out much, we have splurged the last couple of weeks. After the birth of my second child last year I noticed I needed an extra kick to get up and at ‘em; preferably not from my husband trying to get me out of bed though. In my time of need I turned to Starbuck’s. Once I realized the calories I was drinking I decided to try other caffeinated drinks like The Bull. Ah, it even comes in sugar free with zero calories! That’s right, you can choose leaded or unleaded depending on your engine! What I find ironic about the whole caffeine thing is that the more I have, the more I need. Last night’s festivities had me mixing the Bull with a guy named Stohli (or a distant cousin to him); not a good idea. I was like a hummingbird on crack; and I am already wound pretty tightly. I would share pictures from the parties but alas, I have none; too busy buzzing around. Today I find myself needing more Bull as I struggle to keep my eyes open. Not from lack of sleep mind you, heck, I was in bed early enough to think the Pats won!

My Little Trouble Maker

Will Beau (the 14 month old) ever get into brother's school on a full time basis? Since there is not a full time spot, we have been doing the drop in program while we wait. Gannon stayed home today with an ear ache while Beau went to school since there was a spot. Well, he is not helping his cause to get a full time place. I guess during nap time my little Beau was not so sleepy. Twas the day before Wednesday and all through the school, not a thing was stirring...except the fire alarm that my little Beau pulled! Big brother is sad he missed all the excitement. I guess the fire department came and all the kids had to go outside...during nap time! Why on earth was he that close to the alarm anyway (way to shift the blame mommy:) I would rather he get to know the fire department than the police department this early!