Lance Armstrong, take your people home!

That sounds terrible, doesn't it?

I don't have anything against Lance Armstrong, I really don't. He is a great athlete.

Its just, well....

We live in a small town. In a small area. We have, every Father's Day, a small bike ride.

Its only 1.1 miles. Hardly worth noticing, right?

Yeah, they do say it is one of the more challenging courses to ride, for all its mere 1.1 miles. But Lance has ridden in multiple Tour de France's! How much more challenging can one get?

But, yet, it appears that Lance wanted to come visit.

It all started with Twitter, too. He twittered that he was going to come here.

And then, my problem with Lance started.

Our tiny town with its tiny, quaint shops, small, but good restaurants, and narrow streets was not made to hold THAT many people, with large, larger than them, camera's, their large egos, their large voices. Their bad driving. It was Father's Day, for pity's sake. Lance should have stayed home with his new son! Instead, he, and 2 of his team mates, and 30,000 extra people showed up.

But its all over now. Lance won (obviously), the big camera people have left (for the most part), leaving us our tiny town, and, its usual amount of summer tourists. But its tourist season, right?

Where do I get my permit....

drama.....

is going on right now, along with lots of work and other things. So I am not ignoring you, have a great mieography lined up

but am going to run away from home this weekend so the black cloud that has found me will blow away to someone better.

Have a nice weekend, see you all monday

Wordless Wednesday

Sunday Sunday Sunday

Sunday, our self chosen day to be lazy, (common refrain in our house? You don't have to think, it's Sunday) we hauled ourselves out of bed before noon, and met some friends to head to the semi-local "farmers market and auction".

What was it really? 

I have two words for you

SWAP MEET.

A HUGE one.

     Its been many many years since I've attended a swap meet. My Dad, who also likes an occasional garage sale, and will, as my mother puts it, "take a bucket of s*it if it were free" was a swap meet fan. We'd frequent them as a kid, but I don't ever remember being in such a large one as we were, Sunday.

There were millions of pairs of sunglasses, tons of shoes, blankets as far as the eye could see. Dollies hanging in plastic bags, old electronics, tools, saws, CD's, VHS tapes, and, well, tons of other people's crap.

We bought a mortar and pestle (the better to grind my mojito mint with...) and, after a few hours, finally found the "farmers market" end. I was hoping for more veggies, but you take what you can get. We came out with a bunch of limes, some cherries, apricots, grapes, a pineapple, a watermelon, and, a huge, fragrant Ginger root. Not to shabby.

I don't think I'll be in a hurry to go back, though.

Satellight Radio

I got a year subscription to Satellight radio with my Jeep. I was offered, a year later, a great rate for three more years, which I took, because, frankly, it's nice to have.

You can find ANYTHING on that thing! The channels of availiability will make any music listener happy. What I listen to depends on my mood. We listen to a comedy station, a lot. It's nice to laugh while your driving, instead of wave an angry fist at everyone around.

What I do not like, however, are the advertisements. More often than not, when they have one, there is a woman whispering, supposedly seductively to men that they need to ad girth. And their product will help with that, AND send them a free measuring tool. Either that, or another whispering woman comes on and tells them to order some porn for their ladies. 

YECH!

Many times, when I have the radio on, Mustang Girl is in the car with me, and she hates this as much as I do. She either turns it off, or turns it away from whatever we were listening to. The only way to avoid these advertisements is to listen to the kids music channel. Which isn't happening...

Thursday 13

Recently, my Mom asked me for a picture of MM, MG and I together. She is going on vacation, and there is nothing she likes better than to take pictures of the family to torture our extended family with.... but they enjoy it, too, I guess.

Anyhow. She didn't say what kind of picture she wanted. So, here are 13 idea's of what we could do.

1. Chalk outlines of ourselves. We did this one, and even chalked the dogs, and one of the cats

2. Bags over our heads. Check. Did this one, too, that picture is over there, to your right.

3. Goth people. We didn't do this one, because MM wasn't too keen on having to look like Robert Smith for a bit.

4. American Gothic. With a snow shovel. We were going to put Mustang Girl in a wheelbarrow in front of us. We almost did this, but the wheelbarrow was filled with rain water.

5. Sculpey us. We did this one, too.

6. Mechanic's delight. 2 of us climbed under the mustang, one of us leaned under the hood. All you see are legs, and rear end. This one was fun!

7. Behind the tree. We hid behind a tree, with one leg, one arm, and a hat sticking out.

8. Behind the animals. One person behind a fish tank, one behind a dog, and one behind my 23 pound cat.

9. Behind the flag that hangs on our house. This one turned out pretty good, too

10. Behind the couch- didn't do this one...

11. Murder scene. Would have been interesting, but too violent. Didn't do this one

12. Me, MM and a completely different kid. "Remeber when you thought I was in Rhode Island? well"....

13. Footprints. But this is too much like the chalk outline....

as usual, for more, go here

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