firewood instead of flowers

5|14|2016

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my trailer mama {ungracefully} backed me in to spot #22, in the dark, all by her sweet self. you'd giggle if you listened to her whisper at me.

now, bambi girl, i want your butt to go left, so i'm gonna turn the wheel right. okay, yess. no. start over. i actually want your butt to go right...so, i'm gonna turn the wheel left. yesss, eeee!

she is adorable & i love her even more for not backing me into the trees or fire pit or picnic table.

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p.s. a hunky man {sean} left firewood & his phone number on our front step yesterday. yes...firewood instead of flowers. how cute is that! work it mama, work it! you're not gettin' any younger!

💜, bambi

wild heart • gypsy soul

xoxo, miss airstream

5|13|2016

it's noon & lunch time at stanford university hospital.

it's nurses week & there is an ice cream social in 5 hours. they celebrate us & love us & that makes my heart happy. while i'm dreaming about ice cream...i'm also dreaming about the next 3 days off. by 3pm, i have reservations at marina dunes rv resort near monterey, on the california coast.

tentative arrival time: 10pm.

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by 5pm, i have one scoop of chocolate & one scoop of vanilla with hot fudge & whipped cream.

by 7:45pm, i arrive home to e6. my trailer neighbor, miss e5, is actually a nurse manager at a different local hospital. she watched out her window as i hooked bambi up for my last minute adventure. in high speed. i had never towed bambi girl in the dark. or pulled into a rv park, in the dark. you'll be happy to know that i finally made a back up plan. if i couldn't back into spot #22, in the dark, all by myself...i'd find the nearest parking lot & boon dock until the sun rose.

miss e6 smiled as i placed my sway bar pins in each hole.

would you like a cheeseburger for the road? oh nooooo, but thank you, i replied. i was being polite & just starving after that long day at the hospital. i knew my left over pepsi & hot tamale candy, would at least get me to the coast.

wait. really? ok, i'd love a cheeseburger! she returned a few minutes later with it wrapped in foil, just like i'd get at a real restaurant. she hugged me, wished me a happy nurse's week & sent me on my way. i felt special. i felt loved & i loved that hamburger. except for when i aspirated a piece of meat because i inhaled it so fast.

i love this life because of the people i meet along the way. they aren't normal people. i'm convinced they are special & meant for me. that includes you, yes, youuuuu. the super special human reading this. thank you for being my airstream cheerleader.

it's friday night & i have 1 extra champagne glass {i'm sipping chandon out of the other}, 4 extra wine glasses, 2 old fashioned glasses & 4 coffee cups. they are all darling. please come over...i need your help with my first fire. it has burnt out twice. i gave up & put the lighter fluid away. now, i don't know why my white christmas lights burnt out after hanging them up...3 minutes ago.

wild heart • gypsy soul

xoxo, miss airstream

{scrubs in big sur, california...happy nurse's week, nurses}!

#76

5|13|2016

day #76.

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my first time connecting grand & bambi, i actually put the ball on upside down.

later, i forgot to turn my tow lights on. i've killed bambi's brand new batteries, twice. they actually had to be replaced. i drained my jeep battery & replaced it too. i've learned what my brakes smell like & remain afraid that i've hurt grand or bambi, because i don't know what i don't know. did you know that you have to take the sway bars off before you unhook & pull forward. i knew ...that too, but one time i didn't take the sway bars off. don't do that.

i had to drain my fresh water tank because i didn't want to tow that weight over the mountains. the only way that made sense to me...was to run my sink water & let it empty thru the grey tank. i forgot to take the plug out of the sink though. so, while i was goofing around outside...that sink filled & water overflowed onto the floor. when i realized that, i reached for towels & tossed the keys that were in my hands, into a stack of 17 pillows. imagine trying to find them.

my sewer water has come up thru my shower, multiple times. my shower has been cold, multiple times. i stayed in a hotel for 2 nights, after my generator spilled gasoline on the floor. i now store it in the shower while i travel, rather than next to the dinette.

my extension mirror really fell off on the freeway & shattered. one time, i glanced at my jeep monitor instead of my rear view mirror & thought bambi had fallen off. i left my side step out & it hit a curb. i have dents on my brand new floor, from decorations dropping on it. i have scratches on the aluminum from trees that got too close as i passed by.

i swerved one time & the swerve made grand & bambi swerve 6 times, at 60mph. i was sure someone should take my trailer mama privileges away. i considered turning myself into the local law enforcement office for reckless driving, but i'd probably just make an inappropriate comment about handcuffs.

how is it possible that my heart could feel so warm inside, even after all of that. maybe {your heart knows the right way. run that direction} my sweet friends.

wild heart • gypsy soul

xoxo, miss airstream

5|11|2016

i wish there was an alarm that alarms me when bambi's grey & black tanks are full. i need something that beeps at me over & over. just like my propane alarm does.

i'm not sure why the propane alarm beeps though. i actually appreciate it. then i can prepare for something shocking to happen. i've obviously watched too many action movies, because propane still scares me. i jump to conclusions & assume i'm gonna blow up or die a quiet death in the most beautiful bedazzled traile...r i've ever seen. but, then i tap the propane alarm until it stops & thank the lord i lived another day.

{dear jesus, this sweet girl makes me laugh, but...holy cow, i don't know how to pray for her. just keep those rescue angels on stand-by. amen}.

wild heart • gypsy soul

xoxo, miss airstream

grease stains

5|10|2016

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i promised myself that i'd only wear my grease stained skinny jeans when i hook & unhook grand to bambi. but i love how high they sit on my waist. they aren't like other jeans. they hide what they need to hide & make curves where i need curves. so i put them on for an afternoon out & about. shhh.

my 2 o'clock appointment with {chris} a 22 year-old, ballroom dance instructor at arthur murray, had me grinning from ear to ear. i bleached my teeth & wore my hot pink lipstick, hop...ing he'd look at my smile rather than notice the grease stains on my skinny jean thighs. he didn't notice.

i'm not sure if his baby face made me smile or if i smile because he's the youngest boy to hold my 32 year-old hand. i know i'm basically paying him to do that, but it's still darling. even the high fives he gives me, each time i spin the right direction...are darling.

now, the nutella crepe & prosecco i'm currently consuming at an adorable secluded table in a shady spot, on a street that will soon be lit with white lights wrapped around great big trees...has me swooning.

i wish you were here.

i sit here & think about more than i can write. my old soul, wonders how i ended up with exactly what i wanted. this airstream dream, was that. just a dream. it was something i talked about, not something i or anyone i know, would actually believe...a girl like me would be brave enough to do. as these days go by, i will never regret this chapter.

i know for sure, without a doubt, that if i had let this chapter pass me by...regret, is exactly what i would have felt. it actually makes my heart ache, to think i nearly gave up on this because i was scared. that reason wasn't convincing enough.

i tell you this, because the dreams you have are more than just dreams. they are what keeps your soul sassy. they are what keeps your spirit sparkly. in a world filled with "you can'ts..." you actually can.

your dreams are important. so are you. you are brave enough. smart enough. resilient enough. crazy enough.

go, sweet girl...go.

wild heart • gypsy soul

xoxo, miss airstream

5|10|2016

eek...it's me, bambi!

airstream re-posted a picture of my shiny little bubbly self! so, mama is outside celebrating & jumping up & down like a bunny. haha...mama stoppp, you're embarrassing me.

💜, bambi

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wild heart • gypsy soul

xoxo, miss airstream

5|9|2016

behind the scenes. {doing grown up stuff, like washing my unicorn princess sheets}. 💜

wild heart • gypsy soul

xoxo, miss airstream

5|8|2016

over my left shoulder, a sash sparkled the words...miss america.

my chubby little 3rd grade cheeks smiled their happiest smile, as that tiara sat on top of my dorothy hamill haircut. i wanted to be an olympic figure skater too. but, that was before tanya harding hurt nancy kerrigan.

my mama is an incredible seamstress & designed my halloween costume that year. i trick or treated in a floor length royal blue evening gown with a red sequin trim. think {elbow, elbow, wrist, wr...ist, touch your heart & blow a kiss}.

pretty please teach all the princesses in your life, that sweet darling rhyme.

fast-forward. my chubby little 32 year-old cheeks, still smile their happiest smile...as i dance around the dreamiest airstream dream in this entire world. in a floor length royal blue evening gown.

when i decided to journal {or blog} this full-time rv adventure, only two titles fit me. it was "grand & bambi" or "miss airstream." i was sold & actually squeaked when i realized i could order a miss airstream sash & twinkly tiara on etsy. without even having to get in bikini shape for a beauty pageant!

my mama would say i grew up as a tomboy, playing football with my brothers & fishing with dad instead of playing with dolls. & that is true. but, my tomboy found my tinkerbell & together, they are surviving situations you can not make up in real life. like that one time i was towing bambi & my driver's side extension mirror actually fell off. then shattered on the freeway, at 60mph.

let whoever you are, find who want to be. then, go be her. trust me. just own it, doll.

wild heart • gypsy soul

xoxo, miss airstream