I hate lists. I detest. I despise. I absolutely do NOT like lists. Many times, many people have told me to start a list. Do a list. Write things down. Something. Anything. Get a calendar. A schedule! A day planner!! But each and every time I glare, angrily at them, and mutter something about not being old enough or important or busy enough to need such an item.

And then I forget something important. Or my mind starts to go wild, and I run in circles accomplishing absolutely NOTHING before I cave and write a little list.

And then I forget all about the things I needed to do, because once they are on the list – they are out of my mind, and accomplished, right? Uh, no. Not so much.

When we were younger, my sister and I had a list. It was a pretty little list with flowers, and doodles and cute little pieces of stickers to put in the slots beside the item. I think we spent more time on the list than we did the items on the list. It was a list of things that needed to be done each week at the house. And each week we would pick a few items on the list and accomplish it, before putting the little sicker in the box beside the item. Something about seeing that list, all completed, was more satisfactory than a clean house.

But that was the only list I ever remember having, and actually liking.

Lately, however, I have had a number of lists going, all at the same time.

We leave in…11 days. Yes count it, 11 days.

We have a trip planned to China. Where we will meet up with David and Amanda.

It sounds almost like a dream, typing it out, and reading it. But it is more than a dream, it is actually part nightmare.

You see – I have so many many MANY things to prepare for these two weeks. The shop, the bills, the office, the animals, the customers, the people, the things, the STUFF! Oh my, the STUFF. You would be surprised.

The shop alone has been hard enough to get ready. I mean, there are the bills for the shop that need to be paid in advance. The customers that need to be taken care of before we leave, and the appointments to be scheduled for when we return. Then there are the animals. The chickens. The cats. The dogs. Each with their own list of things. Animal watchers, shots, food, water. People to watch them. And then, there is the cleaning, because you cant have someone come over to watch the cats when the house is absolutely TRASHED because, hello? Ive been busy PREPARING!!!

That’s not even to mention – we are going on a trip – outside of the country. There are oh so many things that need to be done to prepare US! Ontop of the visas, and tickets there are things that I havent even considered yet. And last night, I got to thinking about them, and had myself a little moment of panic.

I am, going to be, responsible…for taking my parents, to china.

I mean, yea. Ok. Sounds great. But this involves a very long plane ride, where we will land in a country that speaks no English (duh, right?) and I will somehow have to navigate through customs to either a connecting flight, or a train station. All while – keep in mind – knowing absolutely no Chinese.

My list contains random information. They are lists that have been kept in my computer (for not so safe keeping) for easy access and changes. Things have gone on and come off the list so much that I cant even keep up with it anymore.

When I first jumped onboard with this whole “Were going to China!” plan, we were going to be meeting up with David and Amanda in the same airport. Meaning I would only be responsible for navigating American/English airports. But things have changed, and now we are flying into separate places (towns? Cities? I don’t know??) and going to fly or train into the same general location, meaning I am somehow going to have to get us there.

And now, nestled between “pay bills” and “Locate rabies vaccination certificates (for the dogs, btw)” I have “Learn Chinese” because something tells me Im going to need it.

Wish me luck.

My lists and I are going to need it.

I was kind of excited about this weeks theme.  And took full advantage of the sunny and warm day to take the dogs to the beach and get some “Water” shots.  I was expecting more from later on in the week.

You can ignore the horizon, k?  It kind of makes me mad to look at it!!

I like to think shes giving her water safety tips – but I kind of think she was telling her to get out of the way – if anything.

Yes.  Yes she was blowing bubbles in the water.

Oh.  Um.  Cute.  Except for, you know the horizon?  Feel free to overlook that too.  Yes its cute, even though she was eating seaweed while totally ignoring me!

{Insert more awesome water shots from the beach here – except, oh wait!}

It rained instead.

The rest of the week.

So I had to settle on raindrops instead of waves, and ocean shots.

We have this plant living in the office.  Although Im not entirely sure “Living” would be the correct word.  It wasn’t exactly, alive to begin with.  But none the less, it lives in the office.  it’s a fake plant, you see.  A little fake plant that looks so very real even though it still has the tag from six years ago hanging off one of its very rubbery leaves.  We never knew what kind of plant it was – it was just cute, and someone no doubt had a birthday.

When I was in Mexico – we had a “Field trip” with the kids.  Where we were taking them on a walk to the beach.  On the way there they stopped for a break and the kids went absolutely WILD with these “Flowers” that were there.  It was only then that I realized these plants that were growing – strongly resembled the one that we have sitting here.  In all its nice rubbery form.  To my surprise they even felt rubbery!!  I whirled around looking for someone to share my excitement with – but how could I tell my nino that this plant was the same kind as the fake one we had sitting in our office at home – when I couldn’t even say good morning properly!!

It didn’t seem to matter – they were all excited.

Picking the plants they doled them out to anyone they could find.  Three for me, one for them – I got flowers from probably every kid.  My nino was busy handing them out faster than she could pick them when all of a sudden – “AMIGOS PLEASE!  DON’T LET YOUR NINOS PICK THE FLOWERS!!!” it was repeated in Spanish a time or two, and suddenly everything came to a halt.

Hands stopped mid air, grins were frozen, a flower dropped from a boys hair, while another had two stuck behind his ears.  I was handed yet another flower – which Im sure was just to get the evidence out of her hands, but I smiled and tried to tell her not to pick anymore – which no doubt what I said was most likely “Good afternoon.”

When we started moving again I cautiously peeked in my bag I was carrying.  Two flowers sat in the bottom.  Two rubbery leaves, with giant flowers attached to the top.  Two flowers that would be wilted beyond belief and smashed flat by the time I would get home.

Flowers that were handed to me by kids who weren’t suppose to be picking them.  Flowers to remind me of that excitement in not only my mind – but theirs as well.  They most likely thought I was just as excited as they were – to see the flowers – and I, well, I was just excited to see the rubbery plants covering the grounds of Mexico.