7/31/12

Summer Days ~ It's That Time Of Year...Again

Every summer it happens. I put it off as long as I possibly can, but somehow before Labor Day rolls around, it always happens.

We're having a garage sale this weekend.

*sigh*

If I don't sound very enthusiastic it's because I'm not.

*Commence speaking in whiny voice*...
It's a lot work.
It's hot outside.
It's always a toss-up whether you'll make any money or not.
*Speaking in whiny voice completed*

My problem is years ago I watched an episode of a domestic goddess' television show. (Back then I was a domestic goddess wanna-be, I had a subscription to the magazine, watched the show and even asked for THE cookbook for Christmas...and then never cooked the first thing out of it)

And on this particular episode, it was all about how to have a garage sale. Sorry, the domestic goddess called it a tag sale. That should have been my first clue.


  • It was held inside her home, not in her garage.
  • Beautiful, clean, pristine items for sale.
  • Freshly pressed linens on the tables.
  • Each and every item priced with a lovely tag.
  • And cold beverages for all the customers.


*sigh*

This is how our garage sales usually work...


  • Our sale is held in our messy garage, complete with spider webs and old bikes, with stuff spilling out of their boxes onto the driveway.
  • 99% of our items for sale are drug out from our closets, found under our beds and pulled down from the rafters.That means they haven't seen the light of day in years, which also means they are covered in something, mostly dust. But that's not always the case.
  • Borrowed tables that I wipe down with a wet sponge, if I remember.
  • Price stickers on some of the items...and there's a pretty good chance the stickers were from the last sale we had.
  • And as a bribe for helping me, a McDonald's run for the kiddos.


Guess I'll go start putting up tables...uh-oh...feeling a whine coming on...




7/30/12

Firsts

There just something about "firsts" when you're newlyweds.

Whether it's driving home in your first new-to-you car, or being handed the keys to your first home, the first road trip together, the first Christmas, the first...well you get the idea. It's an exciting time and the excitement you feel can be contagious.

This is the picture I took last night of the newlyweds and their new-to-them car. They drove it over to show us and it's a pretty sweet ride. And as you can see, they're very excited...it's a precious time in their lives.


 The Hubs and I know the feeling....

7/25/12

Summer Days ~ Our Destination Today? The Magic Kingdom: Tomorrowland Edition

The first time I went to the Magic Kingdom, I was 8 years old and in the third grade in Mrs. Weathersby class at Plumb Elementary school. It was 1973 and I had buck teeth, freckles and a shag hair cut.

And so help me, a pair of plaid pants.

But thankfully, this isn't a post about my obvious lack of fashion sense. It's about Tomorrowland which is one of the "lands" in the Magic Kingdom, where ironically, you could still see someone wearing plaid pants.

We live in Florida and we usually go to Disney World about once every couple of years. And we really like to go closer to Christmas time because of the decorations, the weather is nicer and the crowds have thinned out.

Driving onto the Disney property always give you a little thrill no matter how many times you go...

And here comes our ride! The monorail station is the quickest way into the park and plus it makes a really cool sound when it comes into the station...like "ssswwwiiiiissshhhhh"...only better that that.

"swwiiissshhhh!!!" ...nope, not doing it justice.


So this is the only picture I took on this trip of Main Street because my family is like a pack of wild dogs when they first get in the park. Racing towards Tomorrowland like Disney is gonna shut it down before they ride Space Mountain 10 times. Somehow I managed to stop for 9 seconds to snap this one picture before I heard, "C'mon! We've got to get to Tomorrowland to be the first in line for Space Mountain and to get a fast pass for Buzz Lightyear before they're all gone! Hurry!"

This would be me and the Hubs view for the first few moments we're in the park...our grown adult children, speedwalking towards Buzz, taking the short cut they figured out when they were 6, 8 and 10 respectively. 

See? Space Mountain hasn't gone anywhere...it's okay, we can stop running now. 

Once they've gotten that out of their system and actually get in line, the rest of the day goes pretty smoothly. Unfortunately I don't have any other pictures of Space Mountain because I don't ride it and no one else will take pictures on the ride. Apparently it's uncool to carry around a little pink camera. Go figure.

While the family is riding, I don't sit on a bench. Oh no! I have my own special Tomorrowland ride!

oh yea.....(said in my best Barry White voice)

On the Peoplemover, I can get in about 3 rides to their 1 trip into space. It's slow, it's calm and some of it's air conditioned. (psst...the Graduate likes it too. I have proof...)


I really like this ride. You get to sit and put in some serious people watching time on the Peoplemover. Say that fast three times... 
People-watching-on-the-Peoplemover
People-watching-on-the-Peoplemover
People-watching-on-the-Peoplemover
Not so easy, huh?

You get to see a model of a city of the future...I think that's downtown Orlando now.

 Plus, you get to do some window shopping...by the third go-around I usually have most of my souvenirs picked out.

After Space Mountain and the Peoplemover we usually head over to see this guy...

And then there's the many faces of Buzz...



 This ride is cool because you get to compete 
with your ride-mate for points


Which isn't necessarily a good thing...
sometimes we can get a little competitive in our family 
(also see "speedwalking to Tomorrowland to be the first in line at Space Mountain")

Friend's score

College Gal's score
Boo-yah!!! Oops, sorry...

As we waved goodbye to Buzz for the day...

We ran into another friend in Tomorrowland, Stitch.
When you're 6'5" you do what you gotta do to get the shot.

There is a lot more to see in Tomorrowland like the Carousel of Progress, Stitch's Great Escape, the Monster's Inc show and the Astro Orbiter but we had to move on for the day...

"Quick! Let's get to Frontierland and get a Splash Mountain fastpass before they're all gone!"



7/23/12

Cookie Cat

I think our cat is immortal.


But first let me introduce you to Cookie.
Cookie is our cat and she's crazy.
Introduction over.

Don't get me wrong, our family loves Cookie, but that doesn't change the fact that she's crazy. This is where you'll find her on the average Monday afternoon. Sitting in a outdoor fire pit. Just sitting there. Not sleeping or eating some lizard. Just sitting there. Because she's crazy.


*Disclaimer* Now before someone freaks out and calls the pet cops on us, the door on the fire pit was open, she could get out, the fire pit was cleaned out and it hasn't been used in weeks.

She's crazy because the second you stop petting her, she bites you. I tell her all the time that this isn't the smartest move to make when you're trying to convince someone to keep petting you but she doesn't listen. Because she's crazy.

She's crazy because apparently she thinks she lives in ancient Egypt. She lays around (when she's not sitting in the fire pit) on the hot concrete like she's the Great Sphinx of Giza. Instead of hanging out in the cool, shady porch that's three feet away. Because she's crazy.


Now why do I think Cookie is immortal? Well, she's 17 years old. If you calculate that by dog years, that means she's 119 years old. When was the last time you met someone 119 years old?


Plus...
She's been shot at by a mean neighbor kid.
She's had a broken leg (she did however get to sport a lovely pink and white cast for a few weeks).
She's killed numerous snakes.

And with this zombie craze that's sweeping the country, you just never know.

Now Cookie isn't our first cat. No we had one other cat before Cookie. His name was Tinker. This is a picture of Tinker. He has a toy fish in his mouth because he's playing fetch. Like a dog.


Maybe it's not the cats, maybe it's us.


7/19/12

Summer Days ~ Yarn-O-Rama

My haul from my trip to the craft store.

I've been busy crocheting dishcloths for some friends and maybe a small business opportunity but this afternoon my fingers said "Enough! We want to blog!"

Okay, my fingers really didn't say that. That would be kinda scary. But I'm sure if they could talk, that's exactly what they would have said.

I learned to crochet when I was about 9 years old. That summer, all my mother heard out of me was, "There's nothing to do, there's nothing on TV (we had 3 channels back then), there's no one to ride bikes with, there's nobody just-fill-in-the-blank". And that was first day of summer vacation. Around 10:15 am.

Later that afternoon my mother figured out what she could give me to shut me up occupy my time. She sat me down, handed me a skein of yellow yarn and a H hook and showed me how to crochet a chain.

She never heard another peep out of me the rest of the summer. I spent the next three months crocheting chains of all colors and gauges. I crocheted so many chains that by the time Open House rolled around, we could have wrapped the school half a dozen times with chain after chain of cheap yarn.

And you'll never guess what I brought for Show & Tell!

7/17/12

Signs I'm Getting Older ~ Part 2

1. Recently started carrying around a tote bag full of stuff, along with my pocketbook.

2. Just used the word "pocketbook".

3. Wore a sweater to the store last week because it was chilly. It's July. And I live in Florida.

4. Turned down the radio in the minivan because I couldn't listen and find a new address at the same time.

5. Got excited buying a new coupon organizer.

6. Spend two hours on Saturday afternoon watching old marching band videos from high school on youtube.

7. Reused a ziploc bag (what? I rinsed it out!).

8. Asked a store cashier where they kept the dusting powder.
(while wearing a sweater...).

9. Had to google what "meme" means.

10. Was excited to find an eyeglass repair kit at the bottom of my pocketbook.

11. Just used the word "pocketbook" again.




7/16/12

Summer Days ~ Our Destination Today? Farm Living Is The Life For Me!

Let's get out of the big city and head out into the great outdoors.

Last summer we went to a farm in New Jersey. It was a beautiful place with lots of fun things to do and we spent a wonderful afternoon there.
 
This is the farm. 
Acres and acres of crops, fruit trees, even flowers to pick.

This is what it looks like when we farm. 
A 5 gallon drywall bucket with one plant we've totally neglected. 


But let's get back to the real farm...there were animals...



And a hayride that took you directly to the crop/fruit/flower you wanted to pick.

This is the family before we went picking...yes, before...not a good sign.

But we got it together (especially after I told them if they didn't get on the hayride, I would sing along with the minivan radio the entire ride back to the hotel...an hour and a half away) and a-pickin' we went.

Much better...

Anyway, we had a lot of different crops/produce/flowers too choose from...



We even had a stowaway...

We got a good haul...

And we even had time to get our picture taken...

There was something else we did while we were there, but I've seem to have blocked it out of my mind.

Oh yeah...there was a corn maze.
Don't get me started on the corn maze.

But all in all it was a great day in the country.


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...