Summer Days ~ Skeeter-Gal

Just call me Skeeter-Gal.

If one more mosquito bites me, Marvel will have a new superhero, with a comic book and blockbuster movie out just in time for Christmas.

You know, kinda like Spider-Man. He got bit by some weird spider and turned into a superhero. So why can't it happen to me? I get bit by a bazillion mosquitoes each time I step outside. I could get bit by some weird mosquito and suddenly after days of itching, scratching and oatmeal baths, I wake up one morning and I've turned into Skeeter-Gal.

It could happen.

Now what would I look like? I'd have to be able to fly, and I would most likely have a long, skinny nose and huge, bulbous black eyes. And a cape. Oh yeah, gotta have a cape. And not a old-towel-tied-around-my-neck-with-a-clothes-pin cape like my little brother used to wear, it needs to be something flowing and glittery. Maybe gold and green and glittery...oooh...(I have a little problem with gold and green and glittery things, they tend to distract me). And a superhero outfit (do they call what they wear an outfit?) wouldn't be complete without a set of gold antennas on the tippy-top of my head.

But what would my powers be? Would I be armed with some kind itch-inducing power, rendering the bad guys helpless as they scratch themselves unconscious? How about some kind of buzzing sound that distracts my evil nemesis, Dr. Citronella, while I rescue a bus load of senior citizens, hanging off the side of a bridge?

Ooooh...would a bottle of 'Off' be my Kryptonite?

The possibilities are endless.


Show Stopper

The College Gal came by my office this afternoon to give me a ride home and casually mentioned that a generous friend of a friend had given her tickets to a concert for tomorrow night.

Now the gal has this gift, a gift that she has been blessed with for some time now. And just when I think it's a fluke, it happens again.

The gift? She gets stuff. Good stuff. For free.

(And she meets famous people. Not sure that's exactly a gift but we'll save that post for another time)

One of the loves of the College Gal is Broadway, and last semester she went to a small Christian college located about 40 minutes outside of New York City (we're convinced that's why she applied there). And that's when the 'getting' really amped up...

Front row seats to 'Wicked'
 (won with her friend Ana who was visiting from home)

A meet & greet with tickets to see the little dude who plays Harry Potter in 'How to Succeed in Business'
(Daniel Radcliffe told her she looked pretty when they met)

Box seats to see 'Spiderman'
(she did have to actually pay for these but got them for a steal,
the gal can work a deal too)

And then when the her brother came up to visit 
before Christmas break, she got these...
(and then met some of the cast afterwards)

And now she's going to see this guy...
(I'm not sure she knows exactly who he is 
but she does know he was in The Beatles
...and will probably meet him)

Aisle seats...*sigh*

And then there's time she waited on Alec Baldwin 
at the movie theater
(he got popcorn and a diet coke...
but I'm saving that story for another post)


Part of our California branch of the Stevens family tree ~ love 'em!

I'm Buying A Stove Top Hat Next Week

So I made a big mistake this afternoon. I got into the car after work, pulled down the visor and took a look in the vanity mirror.

Lo and behold, who was staring back at me? This guy.

Now I'm no hermit. I live with my family. I regularly spend time with friends during the week, women I consider to be as close as sisters. And I have two, count 'em, TWO adult daughters. And to top it off, one of those daughters is a licensed cosmetologist. 

And yet no one bothers to tell me that my chin looks like Ol' Abe's.

Now I can almost excuse The Hubs and The Graduate for not saying anything. They both have some kind of weird eye thing where they don't see anything. Like where the giant jar of peanut butter is in the pantry. And the over-flowing garbage can in the kitchen. And the rather large 'E' on the dashboard of the minivan.

But my friends? C'mon gals! You couldn't have quietly passed a pair of tweezers to me at lunch, with a wink and a nod? How about sneaking a tube of Nair into my buggy at the grocery store? Not even subtle rub on your chin while nudging your head in my direction?

And girls, really? You had no problem telling me to change out of the lime green stretch pants I wanted to wear to church that one time. What stopped you from letting me know I looked like one of the three little pigs?

"No, no, no not by the hair on my chinny chin chin"

Who knows how long I've been walking around like this, but one thing's for sure...from now on I'm keeping a pair of tweezers in the glove box.


Summer Days ~ Debby's Outta Here

Truly a day can make a difference...



Praying for our fellow Baker County friends and family 
who are still dealing with the aftermath of Tropical Storm Debby!

Wednesday Hodge Podge

Linking up with Joyce from From This Side of the Pond this morning!

1. What do the words 'freedom' and 'liberty' mean to you? Does your mind go more in the direction of not being persecuted or discriminated against or does it head in the direction of doing what you please?
Freedom and liberty are precious. We can assemble, speak and seek without fear of persecution. Being a Christian also gives me a freedom and liberty in Christ (Rom 8) that is more precious than the freedom and liberty I have as an American.

2. Nathan's sponsors a hot dog eating contest every 4th of July. Last year over 40,000 people attended the event and almost 2 million watched it on TV. The winner ate over 60 hot dogs and buns in 10 minutes. How do you like your hot dogs?
From Memorial day to Labor day, I like hot dogs any way and every way.  But never, ever dipped in a glass of water.

3. If you were going to enter an eating contest what would be on the menu?
Grapes. I figure I could stuff a ton of those little guys, all without having to dip them in a glass of water. (see above answer)

4. Do you run your house more as a dictatorship or a democracy?
It depends on the gifts the kiddos bring me that day.

5. Where was your favorite summer place when you were a kid?
Inside. I grew up in Florida, without air conditioning. During the summer (which last 11 months here) if you had a/c, I was there.

6. Do you have a guest room? Would you want to stay there?
No, all of our bedrooms are full. If someone has a guest room, I'd be happy to stay there.

7. Next Wednesday America celebrates her independence. Do you have any special plans for the 4th of July? If you live outside the USA when and how does your country celebrate its own patriotic holiday?
Hot. Dogs. And watching our son & son-in-law light fireworks with one of the 850 books of monogrammed matches I over-ordered for our daughter's wedding last January. (I was supposed to only order 250)

8. Insert your own random thought here.
"and the rain rain rain came down down down..." ~ song from Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day. 


Summer Days ~ A Storm's A-brewin' Part 2

One thing I know for sure, having lived in the South for most of my life, when we have a major weather event, we gotta ride and see...

 our walkway out to the driveway

our front patio 

We hopped into the minivan and headed out of our neighbor, on a quest to see what we could see...

Where we live, we have "the hard road" and "the dirt road". We have two ways into our neighborhood. Guess which road this is... 

And this would be The College Gal...born and raised on "the hard road' and "the dirt road".

And who can't wait to get back to NYC... 

Summer Days ~ Rainy Ones

What it's like around our place right now...

It could always be worse...


Matt Papa - The Glory of God

Summer Days ~ A Storm Is A-brewin'

Tropical Storm Debby is here! She's been drenching us for a couple of days now and it's looking like she's gonna be sticking around most of the week.


Nothing like some indoor fun...The College Gal is working on some jewelry and The Hubs is working on another puzzle.

And I think I just saw our minivan float out of the driveway.

You Should Have Seen The Size Of The Butter Pat

As we were driving into the big city this morning, we spotted something unusual up ahead of us on the highway...

Getting closer...


Almost there...

Is that what I think it is?

Yep...it's a giant Idaho potato.

Being pulled by a truck called "Spuddy Buddy".

What a marvelous sight to see...

a giant potato this close to me...

Farewell giant potato...until the very next time...

The sour cream and bacon bits will be on my dime ~

A simple shopping story...

Her cart was dripping. The grocery cart she was pushing around the produce section of the big box store I had just entered was drippin...