Monthly Archives: July 2012

The Summertime Drain

I’ve been struggling with what to write this week. I’ve been thinking about a few things but nothing that I’m going to put on the internets. I think it’s my preoccupation with these things that is making it hard for me to focus on what I’m actually willing to put out there.

I’ve been feeling off lately as far as my writing is concerned. I want to be creative. I want to write something, but nothing is forthcoming and what’s more is I’m not feeling any pressure to put anything out there. I’ve started calling it “the drain” because it’s not like I’m blocked. Writer’s block has always been frustrating for me, but with this there’s no frustration just a quiet resignation.

That scares me a little, because writing has always been a big part of who I am and if I’m not writing how can I call myself a writer? A writer writes. A writer doesn’t just sit staring a blank page thinking “Aw well, whatever.” A writer rages against that empty page! But not me.

Maybe it’s because it’s summer. Summer has always been my favorite season, even in the sweltering desert where temperatures would easily reach above 100 degrees. Summer has always been a time of rest for me. Even when I’ve had a “regular person job.” Things just seem to move a little slower during the summer. You take vacations, you relax in the sunshine sipping iced coffee.

So I guess I’ll blame this lack of motivation on sunshine and summertime. And you all will just have to suffer through the crappy posts…sorry about that.

The Facts of Life

1. My Wii is broken and I don’t know how to fix it.

2. My internet was broken for several days. I fixed that.

3. My car is broken and I can’t fix it. Not because I’m a lady and fixing cars is beyond me, it’s a stupid smart key and computer inside my car problem. So I have to take it to the fuckin’ dealer.

4. I went camping last week from Friday to Sunday and forgot about all of my broken stuff for awhile and it felt great. It was awesome to be away from the city, with people I love. It was also awesome to see my kid be entertained all weekend long with nothing but a few Cornhole bags and sticks from the forest.

Jack fishing in the forest. Photo taken by my lovely friend Cassie.

5. I found out that sometimes, I rock at Cornhole.

One time this weekend I got two cornholes in a row, cause I rock at this game (sometimes).

My Dad’s Camaro

When I was in High School my dad had a sweet car. He had a 1998 Chevy Camaro. It was cayenne red and so very sexy!

This isn’t my dad’s car, just one I found online. I don’t have any pictures of it readily available. But it sorta looked like this.

I felt so cool driving this car. There was nothing I loved more than picking up my friends and cruising Palm Canyon Drive. Yeah, cause we were wicked cool!

The problem, I was 16 and a brand new driver. I honestly don’t know why my dad let me drive this car. If you’ve ever driven a Camaro you’ll know, this car was a frickin boat and probably not ideal for someone who hasn’t been driving long. Needless to say I got into a little trouble with this car.

I scratched it pretty badly once on a friends mailbox. Luckily his step-dad had some buffer stuff that rubbed it right out. Dad didn’t even notice until he was washing and waxing the car a couple weeks later. He called me out the garage and asked where the little ding had come from. I honestly couldn’t remember for a moment. But once I did I came clean. I had a hard time lying to my parents when they asked me an outright question. Also they’ll tell you I’m not a very good liar.

You’ve heard about the time I buried the Camaro up to its axles. And then there was the time I made it fly.

My friends James & Mike were hanging out at my house one evening. We decided we were bored with watching TV in my room and decided to go play some pool at a super classy establishment called Sharky’s.

We got the go ahead from the folks, established a curfew, and piled into the Camaro. We got to the intersection of 30th & Date Palm. You have to understand something about drainage in the desert, it doesn’t happen… at all. Water just sits around on the road until it gets so hot it evaporates. 30th & Date Palm was one of the worst places for these gigantic slippery puddles.

Of course that night there was one such puddle. I attempted to make a right turn, quickly through this puddle. The back wheels must have slipped because the next thing I knew I’m over correcting and sending the Camaro sailing over the median divider into the oncoming traffic lanes.

Lucky for me there was no oncoming traffic and I ended up facing the correct direction to pull over. We all jumped out of the car. I was, of course, freaking out, hyperventilating and in a general state of complete panic. James managed to calm me down and we tried to assess the situation. We had a couple hours til curfew so in our infinite teenage wisdom we convinced ourselves that we could get the car fixed and my dad would never have to know.

Mike said he had $400 saved. Again, we convinced ourselves that would cover a tow and repairs. What we hadn’t thought of was damage we couldn’t see and the fact that it was after 6pm in the middle of the desert.

In the end I broke down and called my dad. I didn’t tell him that I’d fishtailed in a puddle because that would make me a bad driver. I thought if I told him the truth I’d never be allowed to drive again, so I told him I swerved to miss a dog. The three of us established this story before we even called him, but I don’t think he believed me. Even if I had told the truth I don’t think it would have mattered. He was so angry when he arrived.

I don’t remember what he said, or did. I do remember thinking that he was blind with rage and I would never be allowed to leave the house again.

In the end I was allowed to leave the house. I did have to use my allowance to pay off the repair bills. The bills ended up being well over $1,000. I had cracked and ruined forever three axles. That’s my favorite part of the whole story; that James, Mike and I thought $400 would cover the damages and that my dad would never know.

Holy Crap!

I missed my post for Friday. It’s because my sweet son turned 3. So I made him a  tasty breakfast then took him out to get presents. Then I had to put together the aquarium for one of his new presents.

This is Bo the Betta fish.

After that was done I got myself purdy, in a dress and everything, and went to go help a friend set up for the wedding of two other friends. Then I stayed and partied until the wee hours of the morning.

Today was Jack’s birthday party so I was working on that all day. Decorating, cooking, arranging, and the whole thing was outside, so there was a ton of stuff to bring out and then bring back in after the party was over.

Now I can say for certain that I am exhausted and will probably go to bed any moment now. Not because I mean to, but because I’ll probably just fall asleep doing what ever I’m doing.

The Moment You’ve Been Waiting For!

It’s ready! I have finished my book project and they turned out really well.

It’s called Reflections of a Sopping Wet Desert Rat: The Beginning. There’s only a limited number of copies available, ten to be exact. So if you want a copy, let me know right away!

Like I said in a previous post this little publication includes the original ten reflections that started this whole thing and original art by me! I’ll even autograph it for ya, cause I’m sweet like that.

To get a copy for your very own just email me (staci at stacicrouch dot com). Remember I only have ten so act fast or you could miss out!