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Friday, October 22, 2010

Spooooooky.....

The wonderful, fantabulisitic Mustang Man had a great idea a few weeks back...

It involves Halloween...
We don't get trick or treaters here...
Mustang Girl has outgrown the need for trick or treat
thus, we are at loose ends, typically, for the day.
So back to MM's fabulous idea....


Remember, way back when,
Now I get to go see her house!
On HALLOWEEN!
With a Flash light!
After Dark!!
Its a Mieography come true!!
I highly doubt I will be bringing a camera. Because the flashes of light ruining the effect and all that. Well I might bring it, but probably not use it in the house. I am sure they won't let me, anyhow. I would love to get a few shots of Mustang Girl reacting to the oddness of it all, though...
I wonder if we will get to see Sarah, herself?
Part of me is quaking in my doc martens (well, I will be. Right now technically I am wearing Eeyore slippers. But I will be wearing my Docs. In case I have to stomp out a ghost, yo)
and part of me is little girl excited over the fun! Making it even more fun, his sister, and oldest niece are meeting us there...
What are the rest of you doing for Halloween?


Thursday, October 21, 2010

its raining...

I really, really wonder if my dreams can get any more strange.

Last night, I dreamt that I was in NYC, visiting the lovely Daryl, and I had heard about this new place to go and eat. Daryl was game, so off we went.
NYC is her town, yet, I was the one who knew where to go. (I am usually directionless, can get lost in a paper bag).
None the less, I lead her to a place, someplace on the street, where there are large tables set out, set nicely. There is also a salad bar, and beverage center. Going slightly further, we approach an empty space, that has large white squares of butcher paper on the ground. I reach up, and pull a cord, and a big chute opens up, and drops a lot of hot, steaming Yakisoba onto the white butcher paper. Daryl neatly folds up the paper, and off we go to a nice table, with our meal. We distribute it, hit the salad bar, and the beverage center. Then I wake up. (Which is a shame, because I love Yakisoba.)
Yes, Daryl, I know you don't eat meat. In my defense, Yakisoba doesn't have to have meat in it. I frequently ate it (and do eat it) without. Perhaps I pulled the cord that rained the meat free Yakisoba.
So there you have it.
Somewhere, in NYC it rains Yakisoba. And if it doesn't?
It should.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

And So...

I enter a blue a period.

Hmmm

Or not. This one looks nicer. But I may change my mind again.

Monday, October 18, 2010

aaargh

Our house has a well. As in, for water.
I like having a well, actually. We had it tested before escrow ended on the house, and we even paid a little extra to get the mega test, to make sure the water didn't have any bad contaminates in it. Obviously, all the tests turned out well. Very well, actually. The water is very clean, and free of anything, and the well is deep, with a good flow rate. And so, we were (and are) happy.
Now.
We live in an area in California where mining was a very heavy industry. Matter of fact, the area was initially settled by Welsh miners. Those mines are still in existence. Talk abounds of the mining at one particular mine starting up again. Of course, that mine is near to our home. (bastards). And with this talk, they tell us there is the possibility that our well could get contaminated.
Enter, the local water company, supposedly to the rescue.
They decided (with dollar signs dancing in their eyes), that they would branch out to our area. Dig up our street for MONTHS at a time to lay water pipe in, so that those of us with wells could get city water.
And the price for us to tap into their city water piping? The city water that tastes like chlorine, and has only knows what in it?
over TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS
yep
they want us to pay them something a little more than 10k to get their water.
AND THEN
we would have the monthly water bill, too....
Um...
NO
is what we have decided.
Our well is fine, there is no concrete plan for the mine to re open. And even if it does, it does not automatically mean our well water will go bad. And frankly? I don't have 10k to just give our local water nazi's. They can go suck it.
Meanwhile, back at the farm.
This week, they are carving up the street in front of the house. As I type, bull dozers large enough to make my floor rattle are going down the road. They actually are wanting us to park our cars at our neighbor's houses, across the street, so that they can dig at free will, without the hassle of letting me out of MY OWN DRIVEWAY.
(once again, they can bite me). Our across the street neighbors are these little old people, with limited parking space as it is. I work nights. MM works days. They don't need our cars cluttering up their limited space for days at a time. Not to mention the fact, I don't want to be going back and forth across our semi busy street at the ass crack of dawn as I get home from work, or at dusk, when I am leaving for work. They are going to have to let me out. And in. And out. And in. Whenever I choose....

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

Saturday, October 2, 2010

my brain. It hurts.

I have the strangest thoughts in the middle of the night. My brain really must feel like I limit it during the day time, because it rambles so in my dreams.

So, last nights consideration?

When Sherpa's want to go on vacation, where do they go?

Yeah. I know.
I can only think that I thought of this because I've been watching these documentaries about climbing Mt. Everest, lately. I love watching those. If I were in (much much) better shape, and (much much) younger, I'd go to Everest.
Maybe I am a re-incarnated Everest climber who died up there.
It could be~ stop laughing.
So those Sherpa's.
How do you find a good vacation spot after you've been on top of the world? I can't see a Sherpa wanting to sip Mojito's on a beach, or, going on an Alaskan Cruise. I wonder what they'd think of Disney World? They'd want to scale the giant Epcot Golf Ball, I'm betting....