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Sunday, August 3, 2008
anonymous butt blog
This is a blatant, flat-out advertisement for mosquito repellent. Not that I believe it's healthy in any way, but neither is this....
One may never know.
Just remember, if you're going camping, either wear the right clothes and bug repellent, or bring a friend you can sacrifice to the mosquito Gods - because if every mosquito at the lake is eating your friend's butt, they won't be eating yours!
Now we all know this isn't my skinny butt (praise the Lord!) but I did snap this photo. Well, first I screamed and oh my gawd-ed all over the place and finally came to my senses and realized this was a moment that must be documented, after first receiving permission of course.
It's a perfect example of not following sage camping advice. When they say to wear loose-fitting, light-colored clothing, and about a gallon or so of mosquito repellent, you darn well better do it! This is what happens to tight-black-pant-wearing, unprotected souls who sit in mesh camping chairs.
Seriously, I would have loved to have seen this action close up - a fly on the butt, so to speak. I mean, how could something like this have happened? Was it just five or so greedy, gluttonous mosquitoes feasting on her behind, or were we all sitting there, happily enjoying our s'mores, oblivious to the massive swarm performing such evil on this poor girl's tush?One may never know.
Just remember, if you're going camping, either wear the right clothes and bug repellent, or bring a friend you can sacrifice to the mosquito Gods - because if every mosquito at the lake is eating your friend's butt, they won't be eating yours!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Get the TV! GET THE TEEEEVEEEEE < insert dramatic slow motion voice here
Picture this:
It's 12:30 am, you're fast asleep in your oh so comfy bed and the ground starts to move and things start rattling around. You reach out and touch your husband.
"I feel it too."
Earthquakes are common in this new country you live in, so you lay in bed for a second, waiting it out. The shaking gains in intensity a bit and you think to yourself - oh this must be the peak, it should be dying down right about n- HOLY SHIT!
Suddenly your house sounds like it's splitting in two, things are falling around everywhere while you run/fall into your children's room. You grab the oldest out of bed and throw him on the floor in the doorway. Then you run to get your baby - who is almost two but darn it, he's still the baby! Amidst all the cracking and crashing and noise, you remember your brand new, very expensive television perched ever so precariously on that damn skinny entertainment center you just had to have.
You shout to your husband to save the tv while he's stumbling around in a sleep-induced stupor, being attacked by falling ironing boards. Okay, it was just one ironing board, but I bet in the dark, in the middle of an earthquake, it felt like two or three at least. He makes it to the doorway with you and the kids by the time the earthquake starts to die down.
"We lost the tv" you say. Which may sound petty and ridiculous in the grand scheme of things, but seriously - you JUST bought the thing.
"I bet we did," says your husband, and now that he's come to his senses he heads down the hall to survey the damage. You stay on the floor, shaking with adrenaline while your oldest cries and your baby sits there, very confused about the whole thing.
But no, the tv is okay, in perfect shape! Sure your entertainment center moved about eight or so inches, along with your sofa, refrigerator, and other things - but the tv is good to go! Why? Because unbeknownst to you, your husband actually did attach the handy dandy strap that came with the tv to keep it from tipping over.
So you put the kids in your bed and join your husband to see just how much broke. Which wasn't that much really. A tall shoe cabinet fell over, a few things fell out of the tops of the closets, a shelf in the bookcase came loose and fell down, but nothing broke, except the iron.
Your husband goes to comfort the kids in bed and you run to the computer to find out where the epicenter was and just how bad things were at this handy website:
http://earthquake.usgs.gov/eqcenter/recenteqsww/
And the earthquake isn't up yet. So you hit refresh. Nothing. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh.
There it is.
Turns out a 6.8 hit about 65 miles south of your town. Crazy! You check outside to make sure the Japanese aren't running around hysterically in the streets, because if they are, then you darn well better be too! But they're not. And you see your Japanese neighbor through the window, calm, replacing things that had fallen on the shelf. And you hear your American neighbors sweeping up glass. A few minutes later you hear a car driving around with some chime/siren type thing on it. You assume it's telling you that all is well, and not -
"Everybody run we're all going to die!"
You head back to bed. Wait for the aftershocks. Nothing. You put the kids back in their own bed and try to relax enough to fall asleep, unaware of all the little messes you'll have to clean up tomorrow, like the Tylenol and other things currently floating around your toilet.
It's 12:30 am, you're fast asleep in your oh so comfy bed and the ground starts to move and things start rattling around. You reach out and touch your husband.
"I feel it too."
Earthquakes are common in this new country you live in, so you lay in bed for a second, waiting it out. The shaking gains in intensity a bit and you think to yourself - oh this must be the peak, it should be dying down right about n- HOLY SHIT!
Suddenly your house sounds like it's splitting in two, things are falling around everywhere while you run/fall into your children's room. You grab the oldest out of bed and throw him on the floor in the doorway. Then you run to get your baby - who is almost two but darn it, he's still the baby! Amidst all the cracking and crashing and noise, you remember your brand new, very expensive television perched ever so precariously on that damn skinny entertainment center you just had to have.
You shout to your husband to save the tv while he's stumbling around in a sleep-induced stupor, being attacked by falling ironing boards. Okay, it was just one ironing board, but I bet in the dark, in the middle of an earthquake, it felt like two or three at least. He makes it to the doorway with you and the kids by the time the earthquake starts to die down.
"We lost the tv" you say. Which may sound petty and ridiculous in the grand scheme of things, but seriously - you JUST bought the thing.
"I bet we did," says your husband, and now that he's come to his senses he heads down the hall to survey the damage. You stay on the floor, shaking with adrenaline while your oldest cries and your baby sits there, very confused about the whole thing.
But no, the tv is okay, in perfect shape! Sure your entertainment center moved about eight or so inches, along with your sofa, refrigerator, and other things - but the tv is good to go! Why? Because unbeknownst to you, your husband actually did attach the handy dandy strap that came with the tv to keep it from tipping over.
So you put the kids in your bed and join your husband to see just how much broke. Which wasn't that much really. A tall shoe cabinet fell over, a few things fell out of the tops of the closets, a shelf in the bookcase came loose and fell down, but nothing broke, except the iron.
Your husband goes to comfort the kids in bed and you run to the computer to find out where the epicenter was and just how bad things were at this handy website:
http://earthquake.usgs.gov/eqcenter/recenteqsww/
And the earthquake isn't up yet. So you hit refresh. Nothing. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh.
There it is.
Turns out a 6.8 hit about 65 miles south of your town. Crazy! You check outside to make sure the Japanese aren't running around hysterically in the streets, because if they are, then you darn well better be too! But they're not. And you see your Japanese neighbor through the window, calm, replacing things that had fallen on the shelf. And you hear your American neighbors sweeping up glass. A few minutes later you hear a car driving around with some chime/siren type thing on it. You assume it's telling you that all is well, and not -
"Everybody run we're all going to die!"
You head back to bed. Wait for the aftershocks. Nothing. You put the kids back in their own bed and try to relax enough to fall asleep, unaware of all the little messes you'll have to clean up tomorrow, like the Tylenol and other things currently floating around your toilet.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Wet Wet Wet
For full effect, click on the video.....
You see, right now, as I type this, it is 80 degrees - with 90% humidity. What does this mean, really? Well, I like to think that I am only 10% away from my house raining on me.
My walls are wet, my doors are wet, the floor is wet, the mirrors in the bathroom are foggy, the cabinets have beads of water running down them. I went to grab a few Little People toys to join L. for naptime and all of those are wet. Blech!
I think it's time to try and figure out how to make the air conditioner work before my house turns into a giant mass of mold. A dehumidifier is definitely in our future.
Sing it with me...
I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
Love The wet is all around me
And so the feeling grows
It's written on the wind
It's everywhere I go
Oh yes it is
So if you really love me
come on and let it show buy me a dehumidifier or two.....
You see, right now, as I type this, it is 80 degrees - with 90% humidity. What does this mean, really? Well, I like to think that I am only 10% away from my house raining on me.
My walls are wet, my doors are wet, the floor is wet, the mirrors in the bathroom are foggy, the cabinets have beads of water running down them. I went to grab a few Little People toys to join L. for naptime and all of those are wet. Blech!
I think it's time to try and figure out how to make the air conditioner work before my house turns into a giant mass of mold. A dehumidifier is definitely in our future.
Sing it with me...
I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
And so the feeling grows
It's written on the wind
It's everywhere I go
Oh yes it is
So if you really love me
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Tanesashi Coast
There are no words to describe how peaceful and gorgeous this place is so I'll do it in pictures. The sprawling grass lawn is natural, and the soft cream (ice cream) is delish!
Here's T. - still as hot as the day I married him - 10 years ago, aack!!
Cheryl, these are for you...
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