Migratory patterns of socks


My Fuck You socks and Strong Lady socks

My Fuck You socks and Strong Lady socks


So if you know me you know I usually steer far away from the math, (no real numbers were used in these figures don’t worry) but I was turning the laundry after cleaning, sorting, packing, and organizing my kids rooms for our Epic Adventure,  and I had found an incredible, staggering amount of socks. I had also just cleaned out both cars since purchasing The Mother Ship, (thats the name of the big ass SUV we just got.)

So I’m knee deep in socks and I get to thinking of where they all came from and how come we “Never have any flippin’ socks in this house.”

Off the top of my head here’s what I came up with… (keep in mind I live in a house with 5 dudes and a dog, your infestation may not be as severe.)

At any given time one has at least 6 socks in your couches/chairs. Do you have a living room or say a playroom or game room? (thats about 20 socks for me) Lets say 3 socks under each bed, in the covers, down the crack, or general bed area (4 beds for us). Another 2 under the seat in your car or in the trunk from a sandy beach or playground trip. There’s 9 in the clean basket in your room but none match. 13 in the dryer half wet. 11 in the wash. 23 in the dirty pile. 1 in your big purse/diaper bag. Keep in mind baby socks are particularly sneaky…A few in the toy box, a few crammed in shoes in the shoes closet….oh, and the 5 stretched out grungy ones with holes in your drawer, don’t forget those.

So I learned two things; First, A socks natural habitat is erywhere and they like to migrate. And, B) Now that I know that I don’t have to feel bad about sock stress, its just the way of the sock. Woosaah.
…And for a moment i forgot what i was doing and wondered, where am I going to put all these socks?…then I remembered…..

Thank god we are moving to San Diego cuz we need to wear more flip flops!!

Here are some fun visual aids….


Doing more only to do less – do we glorify busy?

This fine young man sums it up nicely. Flow and repose.

Campari and Sofa

Stop the glorification of busy. My friend Gavin was telling me about a conversation he had with some Dutch colleagues. Gavin, and his compadre Georgina, find that the sheer volume of work they are confronted with on a weekly basis is just un-doable within the confines of a normal 8-hour work day. So they regularly put in 10-hour days at the office. And another couple of hours at home picking up emails. This causes all sorts of problems: they’re tired all the time, their spouses feel ignored, they don’t want to go out at night or over the weekend and they lose touch with friends.

Hmmfff…”, said their pals, “In Holland, if you were to work like that we would think you were not coping.”

“Am I”, he wondered, “not coping? Or am I doing more than I should? And if I am doing more than I should –  what should I stop doing? And…

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Sorry for shakin’ the shit out of your snow globe.

I keep wanting to say sorry to our roommate Jack for just coming along and shaking the fuck out of his snow globe.

Lets see here…Less than a year ago I moved into the house (my husband and I got back together…again. Thats a story we’ll get to later I’m sure, but I moved in quite suddenly) and by ‘I’ I mean me, a 2 bedroom townhouse, 3 kids (full time!) and a puppy. And now we just told him that we are leaving. Soon. We invited Uncle Jack to come with us but no go.

So, after hijacking back his best friend and 80% of the house, we are now leaving him homeless. Nice. So I haven’t found the right time to apologize yet.

The thing is, I’m not sorry.

I think its healthy to shake the fucking snow globe as many times as possible. I cant imagine a healthy life is to be bored and stagnant. Never learning or growing or experiencing places and people and love and all those things life has. Not that Jack doesn’t do those things, he absolutely does. He’s easy going and adventurous. I mean just in general.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, Jack, I didn’t seek out to disturb your life in a negative way, crack your globe, crash your wave or whatever. I hope you are not upset. I apologize if it did upset you. I value your friendship to our family. I just believe that this is a fantastic change and an opportunity for everyone.  I wish you great success and joy in new beginnings.


P.S.  I don’t really think that I’m in control either. Well suppose some, but not really. I feel like I’m just riding this wave….it Just happens to be a tidal wave.


I’m gonna miss creepin’ on ya. 🙂


Dean Koontz is a Young Writer

I love this. Its true for any act, or art, or work or anything that keeps you in Flow. If you ask me, top 5 reasons for being here.

The Incompetent Writer

On Dean Koontz’s website, there is a page called Writing Q&A, answering questions from readers. 

One such reader asks: 

As a young writer, did you encounter rejection?–Allison, Pennsylvania

Koontz replies:

I sold the first short story I wrote. Then I received over 75 rejections before making another sale. My first four novels were never published. Later, after I’d been selling genre fiction routinely, I wrote a mainstream novel, ALL OTHER MEN. Editors sent me enthusiastic letters about it, said they loved it, but turned it down because they felt it was too disturbing and too avant garde to be commercial. But let me get to the heart of your question: young writer. There seems to be an implication here that I’m no longer young. I am as young now, Allison, as I have ever been, and not because of any form of dementia. I am young because my work keeps…

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Gypsy Blood

I love moving. Gypsy blood fo sho.

I had a dream last night that my mom and I were back visiting a lovely place we used to live, Fall City, Washington. But the small adorable town was now a huge post apocalyptic city, over run by scary unseen things and terrified people. The river (as it would do almost every year) was flooded up almost over the road. I felt like I knew where to go but nobody would listen to me, not even my mom. (Which makes sense).

So I wake up on this beautiful Mother’s Day morning early enough for an hour of peace to read and think (and apparently write) on my blanket, in my tree fortress backyard.

Randomly, here is what I read,

“When you live several years in any certain house or town or locality, you make a spiritual self belonging to that locality. Every house, tree, road or other object you have long been in the habit of seeing there, has a part of that self in thought attached to it. Every person who knows you there has in his or her mind the self you make there…..You return to such a place after a long absence. You have during that absence changed radically. You bring with you a different mind, different cells. You are in reality a different person.”

Interesting. I have experienced that many times in going back to visit old places I have lived. Maybe thats why I love moving so much. The new chapter, the adventure, the amount of growth and character building that comes with it.  You are literally moving forward in life. Did I mention the adventure part?

I really have much more to say on this subject but I have to go cuz little Logan bear (6) just came out with homemade Mother’s Day gifts! My favorite!

Talk amongst yourselves….

It’s really real.

6 days into our plan….
We told the loin fruit. They took it rather well. Jordan (13) left and went to his best friends house. Justin. They decided Jordan would get a part time job and save for airfare to come back on breaks. Sounds good.

We are all incredibly excited. Its like Christmas! Brandon told his boss and put in his notice. Resumes are out.  One of the reasons this is falling into place so swimmingly is Brandon does the same thing my Dad (and Cindy) do. Hot tub sales.  So Dad is hooking us up with his connections out there, brandon’s flying out at the end of the month for a few interviews.

I’m now standing up on the surf board, the swell is formed. No going back.

We have the Epic Adventure all planned out. Tubing in the Shenandoah valley, Wisconsin to see Brandon’s dad & family. Arkansas,  to fish with my grandfather, santa fe (dunno what the hell to do there), and then to Phoenix,  Az to see my bestie, Megan, and her brand new baby Presley! Then a quick stop at the grand canyon. 4hrs later we will be at my Dad & Cindy’s (Dad’s awesome sauce girlfriend) house in Palm Springs, California! But I think it will be all the in between unplanned stuff that will be the real memories.

First we gotta sell all our shit! Pulling a trailer with the essentials.


So we have a new car. Why do we have this awesome new suv? For the 3rd row and tow hitch. Why the 3rd row & hitch? For our Epic Cross Country Adventure!

That’s right. I’m driving cross country from Virginia Beach, Va to San Diego,  Ca. With my husband, 3 sons and Chicken Nugget Flopasaurus Rex Kaminski, our beagle. So, just to clarify, its me and 5 dudes.

I feel like life is like being on a surf board, your body is the board and your spirit the rider, relaxed and happy just waiting for the next wave or idea or chapter, job, path, experience to start to form. I feel like right now I’ve swam back out, ready for another ride. A swell is forming, I’m laying on my board, paddling.  Moving forward slowly, rising the swell of energy of this new idea. I can tell its a big one. Will I ride it? Will it crest beautifully? Will I dig in left or right? Will it come crashing to an end or will I ride it smoothly to its finish and be ready to get out there and do it again?
Who cares. Lets ride.

If this seems sudden to you, its because it is.

It was our “10” year anniversary may 1st, 6 days ago. Let me explain those air quotes real quick…
We have been together 12 years and married 10. We have also been separated twice for a total of almost 2 years. If you only talk about time married, minus time separate,  that’s about 84% success rate…which is a solid B. Ill take it, and nobody likes an over achiever.
So, its our anniversary, we have been back together about 9 months, so it pretty special. Also, our first time to really talk.

I hadn’t been to work in about 2 weeks, I run (or used to) a production company with my business partner. …which is clearly coming to an end. But that’s a conversation for another time. So we spent most of the day talking about what we want to be when we grow up and what we really want in life, what’s my next move career wise, what are our goals as a family are…all that good stuff.
I threw out the idea of moving to California and becoming farmers and growing weed. After a good laugh, we kept talking about California…we shelved the pot growing empire for now 😉 and focused on the reality of moving. He conversation continues and was even brought up the next day…and the day after that…until ideas turned to reality in a matter of hours.
4 days later I was at my old work, a dealership I sold used cars for (yup, I used to be a used car salesman, among other things) trying to figure out what to do with two cars we have had for a lil over a year. The cool part of the story is I sold the GM my hot tub as my down payment. Ha.

So now we have a car, and a date. July 1st.