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Long Haired Freaky People

We went RV’ing this weekend to the Sequim(Skwim)/Port Angeles KOA.  We aren’t ready to tow the truck behind the RV yet, but we really wanted a few days away.  We know that KOA’s are a little pricey but as a last minute planner I knew it was a reliable place for pretty cool kid/family activities and we could also chill around a campfire.

Root beer float night, BINGO and a monster bike ride later I knew I had made the right decision.  After a fun few days everyone seemed content to hang around the RV in front of the campfire for the last day.  We totally scored some huge pieces of wood from a checkout earlier in the day and it helped our cause of keeping the flames going all day.  A small bundle of wood was $6.00!  We forgot to bring our own and that really adds up!

Monday afternoon we took Milo and Phoenix to the playground.  The turf was that really dusty gray sand that of course every child wants to bury themselves in.  Lucky me, because all I wore were flip flops and I don’t like hate that kind of sand.  Beach sand is barely acceptable but this dusty, nasty shit drives me crazy.  When it rubs between my toes, I end up with goosebumps the whole time I’m walking.  It’s that fingernail on the chalk board effect, except I get chills just thinking about a chalkboard.

At the playground there were a bunch of other children in the usual 6-10 range.  There was also a lot of the usual unsupervised playground behavior.  There was some pushing, some teasing, a little name calling and of course crying.  Times like this I’m reminded how awesome my kids are.  Especially, after witnessing one child kick another in the face with sneakers, I was feeling quite blessed to be the family we are.

Just when I was basking in the glory of my spawn of perfection, (and don’t worry they won’t be anything less with the rest of this story)  I started to notice that Milo was having to defend his hair a little.  Of course he gets called a girl an awful lot.  He has long red locks and the cutest little freckly face.  This time was different, these kids didn’t believe him.  They told him, “You’re lying.  You’re a girl.  You look like a girl and you act like a girl and you sound like a girl.” Milo took it all in stride giggling it away.  He did confide later that this bothers him “a lot, but not that much”.

There was one child who Milo kept trying to talk to and his other friend kept instructing him not to talk to Milo.  I have no idea why.  It was the weirdest thing.  This kid would block Milo from whatever he was trying to do and purposely get in his way.  He also audibly told his friend to “don’t listen and just go away”.  Um…  excuse me?  I was so confused by this.  Have these kids REALLY never seen a boy with long hair?  I mean yeah, it’s longer than most boys with long hair but STILL.  Are we so far out of the way of civilization that long haired men have escaped their radar?  Basically, the kid was mean from what I’m pretty sure was based on looks.  He just didn’t like the way Milo looked.  Huh.  Discrimination based on hair length.  I thought we saw the end of that in the freakin’ seventies.  Guess I was wrong.

We’re home now, and I just gave Phoenix a hair cut to even it out.  He has this wild mixture of straight baby hair and thick wavy hair.  I offered the other boys trims.  Milo said, “No way”.  I’m so glad to know that he doesn’t feel the need to change to fit in or be accepted.  I love that kid.

Jewelry Giveaway

So, as many of you know I’ve been making chain maille jewelry in my spare time.  Ha!  I can even type the words “spare time” without snickering to myself! I guess I just sort of fit it in where ever I can!  It’s an awful lot of fun for me and keeps my fidgity  hands busy and my mind creative!  I keep getting the auto correct line.  Is fidgit not a word?!

Anyway, my friend Jennifer writes a fabulous unschooling blog about her experiences called The Path Less Taken.  She recently reached 1000 fans on Facebook and is celebrating by having a big giveaway on her blog!  I have a pair of earrings up for grabs and also a 15% off coupon code for the month of August.  Hop on over to grab the code and instructions on entering the giveaway!

Who Posts About a Duvet Cover?

I post about a duvet cover. What wrinkles?

~squee!!!~

Extreme RV Makeover: Curtain Edition

I blew out my hip on Friday.  I’d explain exactly what happened if I even knew.  Just twisted wrong felt some crazy popping and snapping and next thing I know I’ve been hobbling around for days.  I’ve also heard more Granny jokes then I care to entertain.  Although, I think the very first thing I said after the initial pain was, “I feel like an old lady!” followed by “There goes my hooping career!”  Leave it to me to try and inject bad humor into a crappy situation.

Anyway, I SHOULD be resting, but that’s so not my style.  I hate sitting still!  I managed to bribe TJ with Go-Karts and Lazer Tag to drive us all off-island to pick up some fabric.  I had curtains to make for the RV bedroom and it was the perfect activity to force me to sit still for awhile.  It took me all day yesterday but I finished them!

Let me remind you of what the bedroom looked like BEFORE.

And here’s the after.  I started out by painting the walls green.  Then I covered the gray suede window cornices with my favorite IKEA fabric.  I also covered the teal velour speaker covers above the back window. Yesterday I finished the curtains.

When I walked into JoAnn’s I realized that I had forgotten my IKEA fabric swatch in the car.  With my hip feeling like it was I just couldn’t walk around the parking lot looking for TJ.  So I went for it and just hoped I had some good color memory.  I found the PERFECT fabric.  I think had I brought in my swatch I would have limited myself to something plain and an exact match.  Instead, I went for it and it worked like a dream!

Next: Trying to fit a King sized comforter into a Duvet cover.  OK, I actually already did that and it was miserable, but it’s in!  When I can make the bed I’ll take a photo of the whole thing.  I cannot wait to see how it all looks together!

I am absolutely loving redecorating our RV.  It inspires me to create a beautiful space, something I don’t often feel in a house.  My home walls are mostly plain except for the kids artwork.  This weekend we’ll be camping our in our magical bedroom on the peninsula in Port Angeles.  I’ll let you know if I run into any sparkly vampires.

Intent Matters

Nothing makes a trip to the fabric store worth it for a bunch of boys like:

Go-Karts

Lazer-Tag

and Video Games

The fabric store is a long way from here.  It’s one of those trips not everyone wants to go on, yet we all did.  Some might say we bribed them.  But I say we made the trip worthwhile to all of us.  There’s a huge difference between bribery and meeting everyone’s needs.  It’s not just semantics.  Your intent matters.  It’s the difference between making your kids happy for your own benefit and making them happy for their benefit.

On Being Awesome

We got off of the Vashon ferry and rode our bikes as far up the steep hill as possible.  It is straight up to the commuter parking lot.  There are stairs for the walkers; about six flights.  Tj made it up the hill.  I made it halfway and turned to see where Skylar was.  He was on the stairs, 2 flights up, with his heavy mountain bike on his shoulder.

“Dude!  What are you doing???”

He laughed, “Being awesome.”

***end scene***

We were in our old Suburban at a stop sign.  Tj turned the corner and decided to peel-out.

~Squeeeeeeel!~

“Dude!  What are you doing???”

His reply?  “Being awesome. “  I could do nothing but laugh.

***end scene***

See???  Just like that, they made life more awesome.

Somewhere over the sleepless years of having small children, I became less awesome.  WAY Less fun and WAY less playful.  Oh, the irony!  When they are young and want to play the most is when I’m feeling the least playful.  I’ve ALWAYS been envious of fun, spontaneous and playful people.  I’ve always wanted to be more fun and to do more fun things.  I have a deep yearning to play.  I want to be AWESOME!

The other day I saw this article pass by in my Twitter feed, http://johnnybtruant.com/the-universe-doesnt-give-a-flying-fuck-about-you.  I haven’t read anything from Johnny B. Truant in awhile but I always know that when I do choose to open an article, I’m probably going to enjoy it.  Sure enough, it was awesome.  I like him.  He writes well.  He swears a lot.  And although a little verbose, he speaks my language.  If I were single and placed a personal ad it might look something like this:

SWF. seeking blunt  conversation, crude language, and a swift kick in the ass, anytime.  Not interested in mental masturbation, and leave the coddling for your grandmother.

As you can see, I’m a real catch. *wink*

Even at my age (21, obviously!), I find that I’m overcoming inhibitions quite regularly.  My latest one, is my lack of spontaneity.  The one that keeps me from doing “epic shit” and the one that keeps me from being awesome.  The one that has kept me from being myself in every situation.

What does awesome look like?

For me, it’s being inspired by someone else awesome and staging low quality cell phone photos in my kitchen with TJ while the kids look on in wonder and ask, “What are you doing???”  And I reply:

“Being awesome.”

I call this one: "TJ! Get me sssssome eggssss!"

I would so love to have some decent lenses so I can stage more fun photos!  Sadly, you don’t get to see the staged bicycle crash photo with me up in the tree since the flash didn’t work.  (for those curious…  no, I wasn’t really drinking a bottle of Triple Sec and beating up baking powder on the floor.  And yes, if I was that would be pretty awesome too.)

I think when you’re being awesome, you just know it.  You know you’re awesome because you’re kids are saying, “My mom is awesome!”  or they are uncontrollably giggling at you while you climb the tree in the dark in your pajamas.  Yeah, it was the best night ever, and we didn’t even leave the house.

It was also the beginning of AwesomeQuest 2011!  Where I invite all my awesome friends to become even more awesome with me.  Where we remember to be playful and create fun wherever we are.  Not JUST because I want to be more awesome than I already am, but because I want to have more fun in my life with my already awesome family.  BTW, AwesomeQuest 2011 needs a cool graphic and I’m accepting submissions!

But Heather, how do I know if I’m being awesome or not?

Well for starters you’ll probably notice that you’re enjoying life a lot more.  Side can effects include: side cramps from giggling, laugh lines on your face and chapped lips from smiling too much.  Don’t worry, this time the side effects are totally worth it!

Awesome, like unschooling, looks different in every family.  Don’t compare your awesome to another person’s awesome.  And don’t expect to be awesome all at once.  Just remember:

Photo Credit: Jeff Sabo

Now, go be fucking awesome.

:)

The RV Bedroom

Eldoradomus Prime is coming along nicely.  His second fuel tank is officially installed, now just to finish the conversion.  But that’s not MY job.  We’ve been through this before, I’m not a mechanic.  I know.  I’m sorry.  You were probably fooled into thinking that in between batches of cupcakes and bracelet weaving that I’m rebuilding transmissions and replacing exhaust manifolds.  I’m sorry for the misrepresentation.

So what have I been doing in between licking the batter bowl and adorning my body with handmade jewelry?  I’m glad you asked, because it’s AWESOME.  I can’t wait to show you this.

Before

After!

Before

After!

So I realize the pictures are not the best.  I took them all with my cell phone.  The before pictures are especially bad since I had no plans of sharing them, it was just for me.  We all know how it works out when I say I’m not going to do something.  Yeah.  I know, I have issues.

I have a long way to go, but I’m just loving what I’ve done so far!  I mean, all I’ve done is paint the walls and cover the window cornices with my old curtain fabric.  I still need actual curtains, wall decor and a matching comforter/duvet cover!  Squeee!  I’ll probably take down those beautiful GOLD wall lamps and spray paint them black among the million other things I’d like to do.

So…  if I ever get out of the bedroom, I’ll start the kitchen.

Our RV Waste Vegetable Oil System

A lot of you have expressed an interest in how this whole waste veggie oil system actually works.  Despite my current  facebook picture,

I am not a mechanic (had you fooled didn’t I?) and explaining these things actually hurts my brain.  So, last week I asked TJ to do a quick write-up of how the system works in our RV.  Actually, it doesn’t’ work yet since the installation isn’t complete, so it’s more like a “this is how is SHOULD work” when it’s all done.  Take it away, TJ:

When you are running a vehicle on SVO or WVO, you are adding a second fuel system to your vehicle, not replacing the existing diesel system.  Vegetable oil burns just like diesel fuel once it is heated, lowering its viscosity.

To most easily describe how our system works, I’ll separate it out into the coolant system, and vegetable oil fuel system.

While an engine is running, it constantly cycles coolant through the engine to absorb the heat, and then cycles the now hot coolant through your radiator to cool it back down before sending it back to the engine to absorb heat again.  In an SVO system, the heat from the coolant is harnessed to heat our vegetable oil.  As the hot coolant leave the engine, it instead goes to heat up our vegetable oil system components.  It coils around the vegetable oil filter,

and cycles through a coil in the vegetable oil tank to heat it there as well.

After it’s finished there, it travels back up front to the radiator to finish it’s cycle.

As for the vegetable oil, it is heated in the tank and then travels through a heated 2 micron filter that also pulls water from the fuel.  Used vegetable oil can have all sorts of nastiness in it, so filtering it well is really important.  With a diesel engine, you have fuel traveling up to the engine, and then the engine also returns some fuel back to the tank.  The vegetable oil travels in an aluminum fuel line, that is actually *inside* the coolant hose.

This keeps the oil hot while it’s traveling.  Aluminum doesn’t react with vegetable oil, and it’s an excellent heat conductor.  There is another fuel line that comes back from the engine to the vegetable oil system for the returning excess fuel.  It also travels through a coolant hose to be kept hot.

The engine is started with diesel fuel.  Once the engine gets up to temperature, the vegetable oil will be sufficiently hot, and we flip a switch that switches the feed line from diesel to vegetable oil, as well as the return line from diesel to vegetable oil.  We don’t want excess vegetable oil going back into our diesel tank, or vice-versa.  Once we are nearing our destination, we switch to a purge.  This changes the feed line back to diesel, and switches the return line so that it returns fuel just after the filtering system, and the returning fuel actually goes backwards through the filter, so that when everything cools down, the entire engine, and all of my components have diesel fuel sitting in them, rather than cold vegetable oil.  Once the purge is done, we have everything switched back to diesel, ready to start again.


And there you have it.  Feel free to ask any questions in the comments.

The Waste Veggie Oil Conversion Has Begun

Things are slow going over here on the island when it comes to our rig.  But hey, slow goin’ is better then no goin’ in my book!  Last week, our friends Tara and Justin came to visit after we all attended the Life is Good Unschooling Conference in Vancouver, WA.  Tj has been piecing together the parts for a custom veg kit for our RV for a little while.  While Tara and Justin were here, Tj was able to pick up that last of the parts he needed and use Justin for an extra set of hands and brain to pick at.  Justin installs veg oil kits on the road.  You can contact him here, for a quote.

Tj and Justin managed to get the conversion about 1/2 done, maybe more.  So that leaves Tj pretty much on his own to do the rest.  The kids are not really interested in working on engines and I’m, well…  sort of engine illiterate.

I managed to take pictures of all the different parts, even though most of it makes very little sense to me.  I figured eventually, I could get Tj to describe to me the entire process.  For now, I’ll leave you with some photos I took today.  Tj spent most of the day working really hard.  Today was the day he had to mess with the fuel lines.

Here’s what Tj looked like to the world for most of the day today.  He’s inside the RV and I’m outside.  The engine compartment actually comes right in between where our legs go.

I didn’t hear from Tj for awhile this morning, so I peeked out the window.  This is what I saw.  My heart skipped a beat as it looked to me like he wasn’t breathing.  I thought he electrocuted himself.  As it turns out, frustration can make you look dead.  Who knew?

This engine is so compact that there are places that hands need to go, that hands don’t fit.  I think that’s what caused the frustration in the other photo.  So here I am saving the day, not really doing much…  but just enough to be awesome.  Thanks to my small hands, something or other is now attached to the fuel filter.  Don’t ask me what.  I have really have no idea.

That’s pretty much it for today.  Next, we pay the welder to make us custom brackets to hold the veggie oil tank in here.

Yeah, we lose a precious storage compartment, but we gain a tank full of fuel.  Can’t argue with that!

3 Simple Ways To Start Living For You

I need you to think of someone’s authority in your life as a pair of sunglasses.  As an adult, you can choose to put them on and submit to this authority or you can choose to take them off and live by your own.   Occasionally, you might think you’ve taken off the sunglasses but in fact you’ve only put them on your head, and they sit there weighing in on every decision you make.

Children do not have this choice.  When a child is home he wears his parent’s sunglasses.  When he is in school, he wears his teacher’s sunglasses.  Sports?  Coaches sunglasses.   And the list goes on.  A child being raised with a mainstream parenting philosophy, is expected to submit to the adults in his life and never really gets to view the world from his own perspective.  His life is always being shaded by someone else’s sunglasses.  It’s the way most of us were raised, so not really all that uncommon, but definitely something that needs rethinking.

I want my kids to have an unobstructed view of the world.  If I make the rules, tell them the good from the bad, and take full control over their life’s direction, that is a very big pair of sunglasses.  I have shaded and distorted their vision so they can no longer make decisions that honor their true being.  They will always be wondering, “What will my mom think?”, when what’s most important is what THEY think.

When I wore all those different sunglasses of all the authority figures in my life, I hated what I saw.  I was living my life against the things I hated, rather than living life for what I loved.  Nothing looked good to me and I often made decisions only to do the opposite of what I was seeing.  What I didn’t realize, was that I hated what I saw because I was seeing things through someone else’s eyes.

I was living my life against the things I hated, rather than living life for what I loved.

And I know a lot of people who do the very same thing.  I had no idea I was doing this until I moved.  When I moved, I moved away from everything I disliked, there was nothing left for me to gripe about and I actually found myself having trouble making decisions.  I didn’t dislike anything anymore, I feel like the cardboard box that went missing must have had all my sunglasses in it.  Unexpectedly, once we were settled in to our new home I had NO IDEA how to move forward.

I don’t want this for my children.  To turn 32 and realize that they don’t really know joy at all, and as much as I thought I did.  I didn’t.  The only way I can appreciate and support their personal analysis of the world is to have my own.  I need to live free, if I’m going to support my children’s freedom.

1. Baby, lose those shades!

Take them off, and fling them into the ocean!  Just as real sunglasses may trick your brain into not producing chemicals that block the sun, those figurative sunglasses aren’t doing your brain any good either.  For me, this means blocking negative thoughts.  Turning “I can’t.” into “Duh… of course I can!” and “What if” into “Let’s do it”.  I often ask myself “Why not?!” and remind myself “Who cares what everyone else thinks!  It’s my life!”  You can fight against the voices in your head.  I’ve always dreamt of living my life out loud…  and so I am, and I’m doing it with clear, unobstructed vision.

2. Find your passions.

Finding what you love isn’t going to come to  you on a silver platter.  You’ve got to give something a go.  I am so not a fan of Nike products, but didn’t they just have the best slogan in the world?  “Just do It!”.

Baking cupcakes look fun to you?  Just do it!  Who cares if you don’t think they will be pretty or yummy.  That standard you’re holding cupcakes to isn’t real.  It’s only in your head.  Always wanted to paint, but you’re afraid you won’t be good?  It’s not true!  Just do it!  Is there really any sort of definition of what art should look like?  Grab a canvas and throw some paint on it, right now.

3. Get out of your way.

Yes, you read that correctly.  I said, Get out of your way! So often we’re just standing in our own way.  You are the only one stopping you from what you want.  You’ve got to figure out how to get out of your way before you can move forward.  Sometimes that means really digging in to your past and why you are doing this to yourself, and sometimes that means you run forward, full force, knocking yourself over and flipping your former self the bird on the way by.  Personally, I prefer the latter!

It’s catchy.

Living passionately is catchy, the GOOD kind of catchy.  I love that I am able to live my life with such passion and joy and I’m seeing it trickle down to my children.  I don’t force them to wear my sunglasses when I think they need them, they are living their own bright truths.  However, they know they can borrow my sunglasses at ANY time, and keep them for as long as they want and need.