Yeah, there's some, but not as much as those evil-doers (meterologists) said. I call that a win! It should be gone tomorrow...mid 50's then. But it's cutting into the pothole-dodging, sand-skidding, gravel-jumping motorcycling I could be doing by now. Also...SO sick of snow and cold. I may have mentioned that a phew hundred times. I always need something to whine (read: bitch) about, or I phear I will blow up.
This stuff is delish.
We have an Irish pub down near the UWEC campus that serves this nectar of the Irish gods. Just add the people-watching and it's a phull night. By "people" I mean mostly college students, which are just about the most entertaining and amusing group of uncertain, uncomfortable, experimenting (particularly with clothes and phacial hair) people around. And as I've realized last night, have NO taste when it comes to alcohol. Sheep.The All-Mighty Brother introduced me to Beamish on a road trip up to Menomonie for a wedding rehearsal party. Ah, my phirst roady sody.
Hey is this "ph" obsession my new trademark? Or are ya all just really annoyed by it?
For some reason, it reminds me of a post one of the guys put on the CVSC forum. Check it out.
Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can.
i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs forwrad it.
I'm not the only one who can breeze through that, right?
I'm so glad to be back in Texas! I lived in Utah for about 9 years and I hear I moved just in time. They had a record breaking year this past season. I love these hot,sunny days!
ReplyDeleteJesus tap-dancing Christ! Does it ever end? Snow, snow and yet more snow . . .
ReplyDeleteCheryl-- I, too, lived in Utah. I feel your pain. But what is Texas like in the summer? I mean, is spring your golden season, or is it nice year round? And what is the "pest" situation (see below)?
ReplyDeleteKay-- I'd live in FLORIDA instead of Chicago...but someone's picture of an enormous SNAKE on her air conditioner cured me of that. Hmmm...who could that be, I wonder??
Kuj--We have no snow in Chicago (at the moment), just rain. If I had a best friend in non-snowy Chicago (who also was holding my books for ransom), I might go cruising down there. Hint. Hint.
Trish- I grew up in South Texas and bring it on! The hotter the better. Nothing like a smokin' hot day, a chair by the pool and a beer in my hand! I love it. As far as the bugs go, I have one word. Exterminator. Then they run to your neighbors house.
ReplyDeleteOkay- on a side note... When I walked in the spa today for my massage, I realized I only scheduled the massage (subconsciously (sp?) of course) to have a mans hands on me! HA! I'm pathetic.
Cheryl--Have you read _The Liar's Club_, by Mary Karr? It's an autobiography. Karr grew up in Texas (on the Gulf Cside, I think). It's a good read, especially if you have a childhood that wasn't all kittens and ice cream. Karr's childhood would make anyone feel better about her own. You'll still end up being fond of the way she describes her family...you'll just be glad they aren't YOUR family. BTW, she writes about driving through a locust storm. Are these common in Texas? Ever been in one?
ReplyDeleteOkay, you had a massage?? By a man?? And you have a pool?? Color me envious....
Off to hide in the bathroom until my family gives up and leaves me alone for a few minutes. Then, MORE laundry. No pool. No beer. No WARMTH. I better go before my self pity turns me bitter.
P.S. I actually said this to my husband/children today: "Leave mommy alone! She's reading a book about finding her bliss! If mommy doesn't find her bliss really soon, you are all going to pay!"
Kuj--
ReplyDeleteRemember how I said we have no snow in Chicago? Guess what?
Where the heck is my book about finding my bliss??????
Trish, I've never been in a locust storm and I haven't read the book. There were no tumbleweeds either. I grew up in a small town called Refugio which we all pronounce Re-fear-ee-o. Stupid gringos. Anyway, the worst thing we had were hurricanes and I can't remember any really bad ones. We would just hole up in the house and play Monopoly and hope the toilets didn't back up.
ReplyDeleteYeah, this massage thing just may become a regular thing if I don't find a regular man (which is looking completely doubtful). The only question I have is should I go back to the same massage therapist or be a real slut and go to a lot of different places??!!??
Me? I'd hit different massagers (I just got home from another night of Beamish and I'm too lazy to look up "male massagers" for the correct word.
ReplyDeleteGo big, Cheryl. Go big.
Momma, send me some sun and warm. Please? Spend my inheritance. Just pass on a little summer weather. :)
ReplyDeleteCrap, I read that CVSC forum posting faster than the rest of your blog, but then I've always known I was the "slow one" in the family....
ReplyDelete-Heb xo
Trish, I can't make a word out of dghhhw.....