The Tale of Two Go-Karts

So. A few years ago I went go-karting for the first time. I was with Mr. Hall. We were not married yet, just dating. I had never been go karting so I did my best to listen the announcer's directions. "The left side is the brake", they said. "If there is a spin out, stop." On and on... they went. I always listen to directions.

Little did I know I would be go-karting with 10 year boys who basically have a death wish and treat the track like bumper cars.

I was thrashed and bumped and worse. When I was done I went marching over to Mr. Hall, whining and crying. "I have such a headache! I need advil! I wanna go home!" Then I started really crying, hyperventilating, "THEY JUST DIDN'T STOP!!"

Mr. Hall laughed a little and said, "Aww... you're such a girl". Then he hugged me, which helped.

It took me years before I would go-karting again. Last year in fact. I went the last day in fall. It was misting out. It was just Me, Mr. Hall and Pancake. I went 3 miles and hour around the track and was healed a bit.

THEN THERE WAS YESTERDAY. YESTERDAY. IT.WAS.ON!


I figured out some tricks like, THERE IS NO NEED TO USE THE BRAKE! and The steering wheel is little SO YOU CAN TOTALLY CRANK ON IT AND WHIP AROUND THE TRACK!

Needless to say, I was kicking some serious ass! PASSED A BUNCH OF 10 YEAR OLD PUNKS! I even gave a love tap to another mom type person CAUSE SHE WAS IN MY WAY!

GRRRR!!! RRAAAWWRRR!!!

The best part, Pancake was next to me in the Kart. She was WOOO HOOOING!!! and doing satan fingers!!



So proud of her! SO PROUD!!

and remember... the N in FUN . . . .It stands for 'NO SURVIVORS!'

The Manning up of Mrs. Hall

Three areas to discuss in the Manning up of Mrs. Hall



1. The House:

Selling a house is not a linear process. Until I sign the closing papers, I can't be sure about anything. It's a bit like poker, you can work the stats on how to best play but in the end, it all depends on the cards you are dealt. And how you play your hand. It's not really fair and it's painful. But, in the end, there is really no choice.

Or as Mr. Hall says,

"Selling the house is a lot like prison sex".


(do yourself a favor and NEVER GOOGLE THE TERM 'PRISON SEX', TRUST ME)






2. My tolerance for suckage and ability to give

By all accounts, I am a spoiled woman. I have my needs taken care of and am well loved. Dealing with pain, frustration and separation from my husband has been tough. Single motherhood, no matter how fleeting, is tough. It is suckage incorporated.

When things get tough, I get kind of selfish. Thus, I have been neglecting Mr. Hall. I actively put a stop to this about a month ago. I consciously increased my tolerance for pain and actively sought to make him happy. To ease his pain.

Or as Mr. Hall says,

"I really like how you are attacking me lately, and the extra massages and such. . . see, that's all I need babe, and extra goodness with you being on top again."







3. My Go-Go Girl skills

Something broke open last night, inside my head. I took the wee Mac on a bike ride, with him in a kid seat behind me. I was really huffin and puffin. I realized that since I have have kids, especially during the summer, we rarely stay indoors. We are always going someplace or doing something.

This is the polar opposite of my upbringing. In fact, my parent's sit and watch their 888 inch flat screen tv with their 8000 channels every day. I use to have the biggest jonez for TV. Then I married a man who downloads a lot and I became selective. Now, I don’t have time to watch nothing. And the kids, they can't sit long enough to watch anything I want. They only have eyes for SpongeBob.

So I go. And go. And GO GO GO. And I love it!!! I never want to go back to a sedentary life. Never want to have a life without adventure, even it if is taking a walk around the block. And it doesn’t even phase me anymore, the huffing and puffing, the taking of two children on my own, out into the wilds of local parks and bike rides.

I could leave this office right now, pick up the kids and drive to Vegas without even packing. It would be no problem what so ever. Wouldn't have to plan or make lists or research or worry or obsess. Because I can do anything and go anywhere.

I can GO GO GO!!!



I am more free than I have ever been lately.

Manning up indeed.