Trailer Trash Tuesday-The truth shall set you free

Last week in my wellness class, Prof. D was asking what everyone did over the weekend.  The responses were fairly mundane and some even said how they had a bad weekend because of one reason or another.  Then he gets to me and I say, "I spent the weekend getting lice out of my kids' hair."  The whole classroom groaned.  I think it may have helped them feel better about their weekends.

 Prof. D then asked if I had washed everything.  I told him that I made an extended trip to the laundry mat with all the kids, because I don't have a washer and dryer.  He then asked if I had laundry hook-ups.  I told him, "No. We live in an RV 5th wheel."  The class went dead silent at that point, and were listening more intently.  Prof. D had quite the shocked look on his face, but then recovered with asking where we parked it.  I told him that a gentleman in our church lets us park it on his property because he has RV hookups and gives us a good deal on rent.  Prof. D said that was good and then proceeded to ask others in the class how their weekend went.  No one had a bad weekend after that.

So, now Prof. D, an older gentleman, (who reminds me a of a cross between my uncle and my dad, but with killer calve muscles) has taken it upon himself to try to find a way for me to exercise on a regular basis.  He has been really sweet about it, in a non-creepy way.  He is convinced that it will help release some stress in my life.  I know that it will, but getting my body to agree is another issue altogether.

Mentally, I am feeling great but my body not so much.  I have discovered that my body has a love/hate relationship with the rowing machine.

It all fits into my plan of becoming a better actress though.  If my body is more fit and flexible I will be able to create more variety into my roles, at least physically.  I think my life experiences are making up for the emotional growth and variety.

I wonder if I may be a little too honest at times. I don't feel the need to sugar coat anymore.  I am who I am. Rambling and all that jazz.  It feels liberating instead of feeling like I need to hide where we live.  I do still cringe every time a car comes up the driveway, worrying about if someone has decided to call CPS because of our "substandard" housing.

I took courage though, when last Saturday two people who had never been inside the RV came inside.  Their first reaction was, "Wow, this is really nice in here."  So, once again I am grateful for living where we live and that it really is nice in here.  After all, this is my castle.

Yours truly,
Queen of the Trailer Trash