School is back in session and Labor Day looms so WHY IS IT SO HOT?? My brain seems to be a big puddle of mush slopping around in my head and it takes me forever to get anything accomplished. Even call air conditioning guys for estimates on replacing the systems. We've already had one quote that made me want to swallow my teeth, let's hope the others keep my teeth where they belong.
It's not so much the actual heat I mind. Heat makes my aching body feel better but I feel as if I'm walking about in a skin made entirely of sweat. As if that wasn't bad enough some of the stores keep their airconditioning so low that moments after I walk in in my sweat skin I become encased in ice. So I either drip or shiver.
I am so ready for winter. But first, there THE FARM!!! Again and my best farm friend and co-pig woman will be there as well. Now I just need to settle down and make us our pig earrings. Not earrings for the pigs though I do think it would give the 'girls' a sort of flair, but earrings usingh pig beads that Igot on vacation. a whole string of glass pig beads.
I have to really get a life.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Vacation stories
Thee are always vacation stories. The best one I think is tht I didn't get pooped on. Seagulls have a tendency to mistake my head for the crapper. I can wear a hat constantly (looks silly in the shower but one cannot be too careful) and the second I take it off for some reason or other...splat! I was splat proof this year. Yah for me.
I did however lose my favorite hat... boo for me... I stopped back at a restaurant to see if I had left it there and I had... yah for me... only they put it some place and could not find it...boo for me.
I also lost my bra. Honestly. We were in a two room suite and for the life of me I coudlnt' find my bra. I had just seen it moments before but couldn't find it. Now I can't leave the house without a bra, I have to keep the girls reined in otherwise it is NOT a pretty sight. So I finally go to the Husband and tell him my problem and he starts looking. The next thing I knew he was standing there looking more than puzzled and then blurted out that my bra was on my butt. So I did that dog chsing its own tail type of movement till I spotted myself in the mirror. It seems that I had halfway put my bra on. You kinow the buckle it in front and then turn it and struggle into it, that with a damp body take the contortions that Houdini would have been proud to use. Only he was getting OUT of something while I was trying to get in. I don't much mind looking like a fool. Hey, I'm telling you all about it, but now it give the Husband something to hold over my head and to remind me I once lost my bra on myself. sigh.
I did however make a couple of friends on vacation. One was the next door neighbor who was fascinated with my beading and who I encouraged to make herself a bracelet out of the stash of beads I had taken on vacation with me. Her name was Joyce and she is very much like me. As she was just beading along she told me she was a big fan of Project Runway. Oh a kindred spirit.
My second friend was Meredith the 6 year old on the other side. She was fascinated with anything I was doing and once I cut out a mermaid shape for her from cardboard and let her use my papers she looked at me and told me I was her best friend there. Thanks to Meredith I actually sold 3 anklets for $20. EACH! The ladies from New York at the end of the row saw my crystal bracelet and wanted one. You cannot tell a lady from New York no and so I made each of them one. One woman said she wanted to sell my jewelry at her store but they checked out before I could give her my email addy. Oh well. So now I have $60 I want to spend on something for the family. Maybe steamed crabs this weekend.
I'm getting tired now. Too much vacation. Time for bed. Goodnight
I did however lose my favorite hat... boo for me... I stopped back at a restaurant to see if I had left it there and I had... yah for me... only they put it some place and could not find it...boo for me.
I also lost my bra. Honestly. We were in a two room suite and for the life of me I coudlnt' find my bra. I had just seen it moments before but couldn't find it. Now I can't leave the house without a bra, I have to keep the girls reined in otherwise it is NOT a pretty sight. So I finally go to the Husband and tell him my problem and he starts looking. The next thing I knew he was standing there looking more than puzzled and then blurted out that my bra was on my butt. So I did that dog chsing its own tail type of movement till I spotted myself in the mirror. It seems that I had halfway put my bra on. You kinow the buckle it in front and then turn it and struggle into it, that with a damp body take the contortions that Houdini would have been proud to use. Only he was getting OUT of something while I was trying to get in. I don't much mind looking like a fool. Hey, I'm telling you all about it, but now it give the Husband something to hold over my head and to remind me I once lost my bra on myself. sigh.
I did however make a couple of friends on vacation. One was the next door neighbor who was fascinated with my beading and who I encouraged to make herself a bracelet out of the stash of beads I had taken on vacation with me. Her name was Joyce and she is very much like me. As she was just beading along she told me she was a big fan of Project Runway. Oh a kindred spirit.
My second friend was Meredith the 6 year old on the other side. She was fascinated with anything I was doing and once I cut out a mermaid shape for her from cardboard and let her use my papers she looked at me and told me I was her best friend there. Thanks to Meredith I actually sold 3 anklets for $20. EACH! The ladies from New York at the end of the row saw my crystal bracelet and wanted one. You cannot tell a lady from New York no and so I made each of them one. One woman said she wanted to sell my jewelry at her store but they checked out before I could give her my email addy. Oh well. So now I have $60 I want to spend on something for the family. Maybe steamed crabs this weekend.
I'm getting tired now. Too much vacation. Time for bed. Goodnight
Vacation
Trying to get into my original blog was giving me a headache and Blogger wasn't helping so I thought I would start all over again. Let's hope this one doesn't go kablooey as well.
Well, we are back from vacation and I'm tired. Plus our air conditioner that we have been babying along all summer finally gave up the ghost hemmoraging water all over the place. Luckily the temperature is bearable in the house since I don't go back to work until MOnday.
I swear that people emigrate with a lot less trouble than it took us to go on vacation. We didn't leave till late which means it was dark when we took the ferry over and more than slightly rocky. I'm not a big ferry fan anyway, always making sure that I know where all the life jackets and life boats are. I'm not trusting anyone during an emergency. Of course there was no emergency but that was because I was prepared for one. Makes me sound omnipotent doesn't it? However, there has never been any problems on the boat while I was a passenger so perhaps I am omnipotent. Since the ferry ride is only 70minutes my omnipotentcy isn't stretched.
Never and I repeat never, go to Wildwood without a reservation, especially at 11 pm. I don't know how many places we stopped looking for a place till we finally found one that, upon first impression, the room resembled nothing more than one of those habitats you buy for hampsters. We didn't like the vibes of the place so moved the next day. Only we couldn't get an efficiency or a suite so the Husband and I shared a room. Good God Almighty can the man snore. He makes sounds like I"ve never heard before and I've dealt with squealing pigs. Even worse he seems to stop mid-SNARk and I find myself holding my breath until he finally exhaled. Makes for a lot of work in the middle of the night. I'm thinking that it'll take about a month for me to catch up on my sleep. And then the Husband says I snore! Can you imagine? Me? Ladies don't snore or sweat. I'm thinking the Husband heard hsi own snores that woke him up. But he can go back to sleep while I retreated to the bathroom where I took a bath at 3 am instead of stuffing a pillow or two or three down the HUsband's throat. We eve tried breathe right strips though the Husband claimed I didn't apply mine correctly. Good gravy it's a sticky thing you slap on your nose. So the husband insisted on applying mine the next month and then he complained I snored even worse. Sigh. The last two nights we were moved to a suite and we finally got some sleep after bongo Billy stopped playing the bongos in the room below and the kids stopped shouting to each other across the courtyard.
Air conditioning or no air conditiong, it's good to be home. Only I need to unpack. MOre later.
Well, we are back from vacation and I'm tired. Plus our air conditioner that we have been babying along all summer finally gave up the ghost hemmoraging water all over the place. Luckily the temperature is bearable in the house since I don't go back to work until MOnday.
I swear that people emigrate with a lot less trouble than it took us to go on vacation. We didn't leave till late which means it was dark when we took the ferry over and more than slightly rocky. I'm not a big ferry fan anyway, always making sure that I know where all the life jackets and life boats are. I'm not trusting anyone during an emergency. Of course there was no emergency but that was because I was prepared for one. Makes me sound omnipotent doesn't it? However, there has never been any problems on the boat while I was a passenger so perhaps I am omnipotent. Since the ferry ride is only 70minutes my omnipotentcy isn't stretched.
Never and I repeat never, go to Wildwood without a reservation, especially at 11 pm. I don't know how many places we stopped looking for a place till we finally found one that, upon first impression, the room resembled nothing more than one of those habitats you buy for hampsters. We didn't like the vibes of the place so moved the next day. Only we couldn't get an efficiency or a suite so the Husband and I shared a room. Good God Almighty can the man snore. He makes sounds like I"ve never heard before and I've dealt with squealing pigs. Even worse he seems to stop mid-SNARk and I find myself holding my breath until he finally exhaled. Makes for a lot of work in the middle of the night. I'm thinking that it'll take about a month for me to catch up on my sleep. And then the Husband says I snore! Can you imagine? Me? Ladies don't snore or sweat. I'm thinking the Husband heard hsi own snores that woke him up. But he can go back to sleep while I retreated to the bathroom where I took a bath at 3 am instead of stuffing a pillow or two or three down the HUsband's throat. We eve tried breathe right strips though the Husband claimed I didn't apply mine correctly. Good gravy it's a sticky thing you slap on your nose. So the husband insisted on applying mine the next month and then he complained I snored even worse. Sigh. The last two nights we were moved to a suite and we finally got some sleep after bongo Billy stopped playing the bongos in the room below and the kids stopped shouting to each other across the courtyard.
Air conditioning or no air conditiong, it's good to be home. Only I need to unpack. MOre later.
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