Post by marysgurl1 on Jun 17, 2005 23:44:41 GMT -6
...they were called "picnics" in my neck of the woods.....every little town or bump in the road had one....usually a beauty contest, a tiny midway, games, cake & quilt booths, sometimes a beer garden, & don't forget all the festival food with usually one main food attraction such as a fish or chicken dinner with all the trimminigs....I use to love those 3"-thick pork chops off the grill....
Sounds like you had a great time tonight, P...are you going again tomorrow?? Our parade was fun & the girls had a "gay ole time" as they must have repeated no less than 87 times....lol....too funny those two! Looking forward to tomorrow's fun & games during the day & then back tomorrow night for a "date" with just my sweetie under the stars....they have the festival on the Belvedere right on the river....so beautiful....
Our small town's festivals have actually turned into quite the tourist attractions, (FIPS - ever hear the term?); Blueberry Fest more than Harbor Fest, and it was once shown on the Travel Channel featuring the best small town events or some such thing.
But it still has a very small town feel to it.
I'll miss the Dragon Boat races; working tomorrow and Hubs will take the girls and probably they'll con him into letting them eat all that food with that icky greasy sweet smell that no matter what is served, it all smells that way. We'll all go to the concert at night though - the musical acts booked are always suitable for families.
Instead of helping the girls make Hubs breakfast in bed for Father's Day, perhaps we can drag him down to the marina for the pancake breakfast. Watching the boats, (I like the big masted sailboats the best), go down the channel and out onto the lake beats cleaning up a kitchen after the kids have "helped" cook any day.
Sweat: not strictly a summertime thing, but I've been doing a lot of it lately in this unbearable heat, and it being on my mind, for some reason decided that it'd make an interesting post. LMAO at myself at my tendencies to ramble on about anything - or rather; nothing.
Different kinds of sweat producing different kinds of feelings.
Sweating at work; covered in a fine layer of dirt, and then stopping whatever it is I am doing to make me sweat, and wait on customers just stepping out of their nicely comfortable air-conditioned vehicles in their nicely clean clothes: slightly embarrassing.
Sweating while roller-skiing - rivers of it running down my front and back; my shirt entirely drenched, and my arms so slick with it that you'd think all those deerflies and mosquitoes would just slide off. Encountering others on the trail: bikers and runners, and not in the least embarrassing; we all look like we're in the same boat - and have just fallen out of it and into the river.
Picking up the girls from day care; me sweaty and dirty from work, and they sweaty and covered in playground dust because I swear they roll in it just before it is time for me to arrive, and then feel the need to run up and tackle me with hugs: "Don't touch me, please, until we are all clean."
Waking up a sleeping child; damp hair curling about sweet faces....hugs are to be cherished.
Sweating while swimming; entirely possible and I remember our coach dumping buckets of water over our heads to cool us down between sets at practice. Sweating while swimming in Lake Michigan: entirely impossible; the water too frigid even in the dead heat of summer.
Overweight, corrupt politicians in those steamy murder mystery novels taking place in places such as New Orleans and the deep south, feeling the heat and sweating because they are about to get caught: Ewww. Hard-bodied men glistening with sweat from physical exercise. Mmmmm.
Meatloaf sweating; a cold turn-off. Chad Krueger sweating - oh-so-hot.
Doing laundry and finding a damp shirt that Hubs has worked out in the yard in and has gotten all sweaty: something to be handled with two fingers only, holding it out away from me as far as possible - gross. Hubs coming in from working outside; his shirt wet with sweat; laughing, he scoops me up in a big hug just to teasingly gross me out. It doesn't.
Sweating in the bed while sleeping - frown. Sweating in the bed while doing something other than sleeping...smile.
The last few here, and dang, I may need a cold shower - which has nothing to do with sweating.
Post by marysgurl1 on Jun 30, 2005 15:35:43 GMT -6
ummmm....here's hoping you got your jets cooled yesterday...in one of those ways or the other...totally needing to cool my own jets now....someone thinks i will hurt myself......bust a stitch or something....bless her littlt heart...i think she's just worn out...
roadside fruit/vegatable stands!!! ilb brought home cherries cukes, corn, tomatoes, peaches, & pears!!! definitely a summertime favorite...so fresh & juicy....& finger-licking sweet...dang, is it time for my shower yet, baby??!!
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Ah yes...the vegetable and fruit stands; fresh from the farm produce is one of the best things about summer.
We went to the berry farm the other day. Strawberry season has just finished, and now the raspberries are here. I love raspberries. I got a couple pints, along with some tiny perfectly round white potatoes, zucchini, (mine hasn't started producing yet - I put them in way late), and spinach, (mine was done about a month ago).
They have a bakery/icecream shop there. The icecream is the best; made at the local dairy in our town. And the stuff from the bakery is completely sinfully wonderful - and they take requests. Mrs E. will be baking up a batch of banana nut bread without the nuts especially for LX on Saturday so I can pick up on my way home from work - along with more raspberries because I devoured the two pints I bought on Wednesday.
The girls got icecream. I decided I didn't want any, but sitting, watching them eat, I then decided I did. Or did I want the raspberry cream pie? Hhmmm. Tough choice. Ended up with a huge raspberry hot fudge brownie sundae which I swore I could never finish, which I did in about five minutes.
Next up - fireworks, parades and barbacues. Have a great Fourth of July Weekend.
You are teasing me, right? Oh, how very cruel. Next, you'll be telling me that Rob Zombie is going to make a special appearance on stage to perform "Boogieman" with them.
Movie Synopsis: From the visionary mind of acclaimed musician Rob Zombie comes the follow-up to his smash hit “House of 1000 Corpses,” “The Devil’s Rejects.” Written and directed by Zombie, “Rejects” further explores the Dr. Satan Cult Murders by blending traditional horror elements with the Western genre to paint a shocking portrait of vigilante justice.
i'm thinking mr rob is way yonder too busy these days for freebies anyway....
Smash hit? Maybe more of a cult classic, but a bomb at the box office, I heard. One of those movies I rented at the video store - a couple of times - but never got around to watching before it was due back. Perhaps I'll make another attempt before the sequel is released on DVD.
Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jul 4, 2005 15:55:47 GMT -6
Ok here's my Hot Stuff ramble....
I had a brief conversation with a coworker the other day about the weather here. Seems her air conditioning is out....damn feel sorry for her. The average temperature during the day has been 108. Average night time temp....90. ICK
We started talking along the same lines another friend and I had been discussing. The winters here are beautiful. Time to get a lot done, hang out in the garden, do all the yard work before everything dies, etc...
Summer on the other hand is the time when everyone does as little as possible to avoid having to go outside. The same thing that happens for all the people who have to deal with the snow. Even having A/C in your car only helps if you never have to get out of it.
The one major difference....snuggling with the naked body of your choice. In the winter.....fun and useful activity as you can share body heat...in the summer....don't even come near me unless the A/C is cranked down to 60 for at least two hours....
As for going out to watch fireworks....lot's of water, ice cream and hopefully an air conditioned car. Think I'll be parked in front of my TV tonight.
Dang, Moppet. Sorry you missed out on the fireworks and parades and such. Had a great Fourth of July weekend - even though I worked much of it.
Fireworks: the big ones downtown Saturday night, and then last night the ones we do with our neighbors. Today was the parade - I love small town parades; yelling from the sidelines at everyone you know participating in it; doing that parade wave thing back at the local beauty queens. And the bands! The marching bands are the best. And then the families of the troops overseas walking with posters of their loved ones; either still over there or killed in action, and whatever my feelings are of this current administration and the war, I got all teary eyed watching them walk past.
Cookout this afternoon at a friend's house.
I wonder how Independence Day would be celebrated if it were in winter? I love winter too, Moppet, and am not one of those who "does as little as possible to avoid having to go outside". Maybe I'll start a thread like this for the winter months, and hopefully more than just Gabbin - the snow bunny that she is - and I will participate.
Oh - and I almost forgot: Cruising. (sheesh, I am all over the place tonight, not staying on a single topic) What would summertime be without cruising the beach? Yesterday evening, my friend - the one going through some weird mid-life crisis at the ripe old age of 35 - comes roaring up in her new birthday present from her Hubs: her mid-life crisis brand new cherry red sports car. LMAO. OK - so it's a 1970 VW Bug, and not exactly roaring, but it is cherry red and the horn makes this cute little beep sound. She took me for a ride and we cruised the beach like I did in high school with my friends back then. Different era, different lake, but the same nice...uhm...scenery.
Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jul 30, 2005 0:09:42 GMT -6
Phalon has been bugging me to write up a little something on my trip this past week. So here it is......a little something. LMAO
A summary for those of you who may not want to read all the boring details: I went to Disneyland. And being the badass that I am I had a miserable time. I spent all my time stealing candy from babies, kicking the employees, scaring all the children, and pulling on the tails of all the costumed characters.
Pfft....if you believe that I got a perfectly good 93 Nissan truck to sell you....mint condition. Only 10,000 miles on it. Give or take 100,000 miles.
We left from where I work and went straight to the airport. Did I mention I hate to fly? No, I mean I really HATE to fly. And apparently so does my cousin. Pfft...fine time to mention this now. So the two of us get on the plane...had I known the plane was going to be some tiny little tin can I might have changed my mind. Damn thing only had 13 rows of seats you see. And guess which row we got stuck in. Yeah 13. Good thing I’m not at all superstitious. Oh well, it turned out ok. No one threw up and LA was beautiful from the air at night. Don’t think I really knew exactly how huge it was until I saw all the lights from the plane. It was beautiful. And best of all, no smog at night to ruin the view.
So we land in LA and rescue our baggage from the evil silver baggage thingy and go to find our shuttle to the hotel. We get out side and there are like a hundred places to catch a hundred shuttles. So we start walking...suitcases in tow....all the way to the other end where we see something that looks like what we need. We stop a sky cap and ask, she says “You need to be over there.”. Basically across the little drive way in the center medium. Cool, so we go there and wait. And wait....and wait...and wait. Finally, we see our shuttle. Says Hotel Crown Plaza right on the side. Yep that’s it....it doesn’t stop. It goes all the way down to the other end. A good half mile from where we are and not 20 feet from where we started. Great! (that was a sarcasm) We grab our stuff and start jogging to the other end. Damn thing leaves! Ok no problem another will be by in an hour. Pfft....not my idea of fun, spending two hours in LAX.
Ok, so we finally make it to the hotel, we check in and since neither of us has eaten all day I ask about room service. “Sorry ma’am, room service closed at 11pm.” Great, it’s 11:30. Ok I say, where can we get some food this late at night within walking distance. There’s a restaurant right across the street. We drop off our bags in our room and head back to the supposed open restaurant. It’s closed, and so is everything else within a two block radius. Trust me we checked. Everything except one lone Del Taco a couple blocks up the street. Not exactly my idea of the ideal midnight snack but there you go.
On the way back we get stopped by some guy asking about getting food this late. Everything’s closed he says. Yeah we just had that problem we say, Del Taco, down the road. He says thanks and we start on our way again. I look over my shoulder and he’s following us. Opposite direction from the Del Taco. The little hairs on the back of my neck are standing on end now. I don’t like it. He follows us for another half a block or so until I get pissed. I turned around and told him, “The taco place is that way, and unless you want to get hurt, you’ll either turn around and go that direction, or you’ll stop following us.” He threw up his hands and stopped. Good choice dude. Not in the mood for weirdoes.
So we make it back to the hotel, eat our food, watch some Oprah (the only non X-rated material thing to watch in the middle of the night in LA apparently), ask for a wake up call, and go to bed.
So we wake up late. No wake up call. We missed a whole hour inside the park. Damn. We scramble to get dressed and catch the shuttle to the park. We get inside and what happens? We stand there for about 5 minutes just staring at everything. Becka’s never been to Disneyland.
The first two hours was like, OMG OMG OMG OMG we are in Disneyland!!!!!!!! Yeah I’m a badass. Pfft. Anyway, the first two hours or so we didn’t make it any further than the front part of main street. We went into all the shops and stuff. I bought some white chocolate raspberry cookies for breakfast. OMG! Almost orgasmic. Can I say that about something in Disneyland? Who cares. They were fabulous. And they should have been at damn near $3 a piece.
There was a small cart right inside the main entrance. Had all kinds of little stuff on it. Including autograph books. Yes, we bought autograph books, and then spent the rest of our trip being obsessive about getting autographs from the characters. We called it “Princess Stalking”. It got pretty ugly on the third day or so but at least it was the only obsessive thing we did. Ok there was another obsession but I’ll get to that later. Not nearly as dangerous. Those princesses have high heel skills unparalleled by mortal woman you know. Who would have known that cartoon characters could be so dangerous. Might have been safer to go Lion hunting in Africa.
So, after spending a lot of time in the main area (and getting Dale’s autograph. You know the chipmunk) we decided to go looking around. We made a right and went through the Tomorrow land section. We decided to ride the Autotopia cars. We even got our own Disney Driver’s Licenses. Used to love that ride. Definitely not fast enough for me now though. The last time I was there I couldn’t drive a car. Now it’s 75 on the freeway all the way to work everyday. The view was better though.
After that we wandered around and checked out the newly reopened Space Mountain. Becka deciding she definitely wouldn’t be going anywhere near it and I deciding to think about it. Not as young as I used to be you know. We ended up following some rather loud but good music around a corner into a little square where Buzz Light Year was all set up with kids getting pictures. Of course we had to get in line. Not feeling one bit embarrassed when we walked up, handed him our autograph books, and posed for a picture.
By then the temperature had risen to about 90 and we decided we weren’t dressed for the rest of the hot afternoon. We headed back to the hotel to change clothes, get some lunch, and cool off a bit. Back at the hotel, we decide, wouldn’t it be fun to order room service. Big mistake. $38 for a cheeseburger, some nachos and a salad. Oh and let’s not forget $2.50 for two cans of soda. A PIECE!!! On top of which the food tasted like it had been in someone’s basement freezer for years. Had I not been on a Disneyland high I would have probably had someone’s head. Oh well....live and learn. No more room service.
Ok folks...running out of space...part two coming soon.
Nice report thus far, Scrappy. An A for creativity, A for effort, A for including visuals, A for length, (I've taught you well in that area, haven't I?), A for making me laugh imagining you two "Princess Stalking", but a B for the excessive use of the word, "Pfft". LMAO. Stop spitting; isn't that what you tell me?
One question though: Which one of the Chippendales is Dale? I always get them mixed up.
Couldn't agree more with Phalon, straight A's on my report card as well [ i'm even willing to overlook the spittin ] Fraid I gotta give ya a C though for terrorising one of the natives and threatening him with grevious bodily harm.
Yes, it is; all too rare recently. Thought about you today reading something about hops of all things - the history of them. Not that you have a history of hopping, nor ailing, but rather hopping to the subject Frieda's aleing history.
Summertime reading: The Living Garden; a 400 Year History an English Garden, (just to sort of stay on topic here).
Without my post I am lost. Right-o, summer vacation.
Speaking of summer, Donna. I went hiking today in another hotcha cha red dust trail. Shew. I was right behind to beginner mountain bikers and they were no faster than I. So we reached the top together. I took a side trail to be......alone. Do I sound like Garbo?
"And that Woolfs/Woolves thing sounds like something Gaggie would come up with. You should be frightened. Very frightened."
Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jul 31, 2005 22:35:00 GMT -6
It'll be a few days til I get part two out....gotta make some money you know to make up the fortune I spent while I was there. And as for the spitting Phalon...it's all your fault you know....pppbbbblllltttt
Post by Scrappy Amazon on Aug 6, 2005 22:34:14 GMT -6
Hello again. Part two of Scrappy’s Disney trip.....
Let’s see, where was I?
I almost forgot.....before we left for the hotel we went into the “Honey, I Shrunk the Audience” 3D movie. I must admit, it was better than I expected. I few moments of “ewww” factor. Did not like the feeling of hundreds of mice running up my legs, and the dog slobber at the end was a bit much. Not like I don’t get enough of that at work every day. But all in all pretty good. I’d definitely recommend it. Though the replay interest for adults is limited.
Ok...so we eat our crappy room service meal. Change clothes and head back to the catch the next shuttle for the park. Too cool cause there’s one leaving every 20 minutes or so.
When we get back we make a B-line (ok so it was more of a zig zag kinda swervy line) for Critter Country, because Becka is just dying to see Winnie the Pooh. We ended up over by the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. Gotta say that even though it hasn’t changed in like a zillion years. It’s still one of my favorites. So much to look at. And even though you know going in that you are underground inside it feels like you are outside on a clear beautiful night. Even the ceiling has clouds and stars painted on it. You have to hand it to them. Their attention to detail is astounding. The armies of people they must employ to simply follow people around and pick up trash boggles the mind.
After the pirate ride I spied the Indiana Jones ride. Couldn’t convince Becka to go on it with me. But begged her to let me have a ride before we go see The Pooh. She agrees cause we ended up getting “fast passes” (passes that let you jump to the head of the line) from some very nice older people on their first vacation without the kids. Turns out we’d be running into them a lot later. Only three smoking areas in the whole park you see.
Anyway, the Indiana Jones ride was....OMG. Too cool. Not enough to make you want to throw up but just enough to get your heart pumping. Big ass jeep being thrown all over like you are really four wheeling out in the boonies, little jets of air blowing across your face like darts coming out of the walls, and the big round boulder. Loved every second of it. Wish we’d had time to do it a couple more times.
Most of the fun of a trip like this for me is the people watching. And what else do you have to do when you have to stand in line for everything? When we get to where Pooh is, he’s not there. But the line is wrapped around the block so we figure he’d show up anytime now. I figure even Pooh needs to pee on occasion. So we wait....and wait...and wait. Cause after all that’s what Disney is all about right?
So I get to have like an hour and a half of prime people watching time. The couple in front of us were doozies. Ma and Pa Klampet with their, no kidding, six kids and nearly rotted out teeth. Wish I could remember right now what it was besides the teeth that made them stand out in my mind, but I remember laughing my ass off mentally. Wondering why they didn’t spend more money in tooth brushes. Who am I to judge, I probably stank from sweating all day.
So we finally get to the head of the line...get our pictures taken with the pooh....professional pictures I might add. Twelve bucks a pop but what the heck, I haven’t seen Becka smile that much in years. It was cool. And now comes the best part...at the end of the line to see Pooh, who should appear but two of MY favorites. TIGGER and EEYORE!!!! YAY!!! So now I’m excited. I tell Tigger he has a nice shade of orange going and I get kisses and pictures and autographs from both. To cool. (yes I am still a badass). PPBBLLLTTT!
Yeah, yeah, Scrappy. Still a bad-@ss, (rolls eyes), with a framed picture of Tigger setting next to your framed autograph from Snow White on your nightstand.
Another summertime thing: We went to a baseball game the other night; semi-pro, and I could not help but think of the movie "Bull Duram" while we were there. Not much of a baseball fan, it was not something I would have chosen to do on my own, but was a Girl Scout troop family function. Lots of stuff for the kids; frisbees and t-shirts thrown out to the fans in the stands, audience participation, and other silly events going on out on the field. Lots of things to entertain me; we sat behind the dugout - didn't matter if it was the opposing team's dugout - the players were just as cute. Did I say it reminded me of the movie "Bull Duram"?