Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Early Fall Walk

Sunday the Hus, kids and I went for a family walk. I brought the camera so I could share some of the things we saw...

First, my very own Palm tree, made for me by my husband. He thinks if he makes it appear tropical, I will stop trying to convince him we need to move to a warmer climate.

Second, an outdoor sculpture. Once again made by my husband. He thinks that if he brings art and culture to me, we won't have to move to a place that has such things.

The kids got a kick out of these deer tracks. Hus got to thinking about hunting season.

These are a much bluer color in person. They are my favorite wild flower, but they do have pickers.

There's the fam waiting up for me at the end of our road. I was taking photos, not getting winded or anything!

Is that a spaceship or just the shiny new metal roof Hus put on our house? I really would have preferred a colored metal roof that would not have been so shiny. Hus told me not to worry because someday the roof would look like that of the old barn in the photo above! UGH!

Thursday, September 25, 2008

I Invited Jose but Pepe Came Instead

It was a steaming hot day in August. The kids were away and I was sitting outside by the pool alone. The clear shimmering blue water was tempting, but my mind was restless; I needed something more, something different to calm me. I called my husband and asked him to bring Jose home after work.
Finally after waiting what seemed like hours, and was, Hus came home. He explained to me that Jose wasn’t available tonight so he brought Pepe. Being that I had never had Pepe before, I was a little nervous. Hus introduced me to Pepe. His smell was strong reminding me of the time Hus and I spent on a Mexican beach while inhaling the sultry fumes of local fishing boats. I couldn’t wait any longer; I opened my mouth and put Pepe inside. Wow, what a sensation, like having my eyelashes singed off, he didn’t disappoint. Pepe was hot; I was starting to feel on fire, so I got some ice. Hus joined me then, he wanted Pepe too. I stepped between Hus and Pepe and kissed my husband long and hard…
Then the kids came home and we had to make Pepe disappear. Damn.

I got the idea to write this from one of my favorite bloggers Merecat. She wrote about a long lost love which turned out to be cigarettes! She is a fun and creative blogger/writer and you should all pay her a visit.

Friday, September 05, 2008

Fun For All

The Vermont State Fair had fun for everyone...

Cute Animals

Family Entertainment

Informative Literature

Fun Rides

Blue Ribbons for...


Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Disappointment, Heartache and Foul Odors Pt 2

In my last post I wrote about some of the disappointments and foul odors I experienced in 5Th grade.A lot happens in fifth grade, for example, feelings change and our bodies change. This is probably why I remember so much from this time. Fortunately, my kids are not shy and seem to have more self confidence than I ever had. They have bus drivers and teachers they seem to really like and more importantly, seem to like them. There is also a video/audio recording device on the bus so there shouldn't be any problem catching bullies in the act.I did cringe a little when E came home from school on Thursday, and told me about the article she and her friends wrote together for the school newspaper. Of course I didn’t mention about my firing. I just expressed to her how proud I was and told her I couldn’t wait to read it.
And now for the heartache part of this post. In fifth grade I met a boy named Chris. Chris was the cutest boy in my grade. He had jet black hair down to his shoulders, big brown eyes and wore t-shirts with the names, of rock bands like Kiss and Queen emblazoned on the fronts. He might have even smoked cigarettes. All the girls liked him. I heard them talking about him in the girls room or on the bus. He was quiet and had an air of mystery about him ,as much as any 11 year old might have. I spent a lot of time staring at him. Then one day, something strange happened and he stared back. He started talking to me more than he talked to anyone; He asked for my phone number. Chris liked ME, he actually liked me. Pretty soon we were considered an item. This in fifth grade meant we talked on the phone a lot and hung out at recess. One thing I remember talking about with Chris was music. Oddly enough, whenever I hear the song ‘Cool Change’ by The Little River Band, I think of him. We both thought the song was good. I thought it was a sad song, he thought of it as a happy song.
Throughout our short relationship, the way my classmates treated me only got worse. I could hear them (loudly) whispering behind my back or right in front of me about it. “I can’t believe Chris actually likes HER!” “SHE is sooo weird!” “Why doesn’t he like Beth, she is sooo much prettier than her, and Beth really likes him.” I always thought I was at least a little pretty, even with bad Dorothy Hamill hair cut. But Beth, nobody was prettier or more popular than her. Back then it seemed any girl with the name Beth was popular. Probably because of the popularity of the Kiss song ‘ Beth’. Chris loved Kiss. This Beth, with her long blond hair and blue eyes, wasn’t ever mean to me but I hated her anyways. For a while all this negative energy didn’t touch me; Chris was my ray of sunshine, brightening my school days and warming my afternoons with our long talks. Then it happened. He broke up with me. I don’t even remember why he dumped me. I don’t think he started dating Beth, though, I am not sure I would have noticed. It was the end of my world. The bus rides, if I could get out of bed in the morning, were excruciatingly long, the days even darker and my evenings lonelier than they ever were. This was the first time I ever cried, missed school, and neglected to shower for a week, because of a boy. To me now, 10 or 11 years old seems way too young to cry over a boy. E and her friends do have crushes on boys but E insists they are “just friends” not boyfriends. At least there aren’t any boys calling on the phone yet. I hope that when she gets her heart broken, she will tell me.
Years later, at a time when I was feeling especially good about myself in the looks department, I ran into Chris. I knew I was hot, and I could tell he thought so too. As for Chris, he looked sort of the same.He still had long hair and was wearing a rock band T. HA! Caught in a time warp, I thought to myself. Loser! While he was still drooling, I said goodbye.