Friday, July 31, 2009

Summer Survival Journal: Entry Six

The days are an endless monotone of obligations and "stuff".
The small natives that inhabit the camp with me have made their displeasure known - loudly - at my absences. Now would be the time to make my escape, especially since they have been as absent from camp as I. But I find I cannot. I miss them and want very badly to not have to be away from camp. Alas, sadly there is no changing things at this current time.
Summer is fleeting. This time next month we will have endured the first day of the educational services offered on our island. The natives look forward to this time with a mixture of anticipation and dread. The oldest native yet in the educational system is ultra-excited as it is her last year there, plus she landed a way-cool internship that will serve her well into her college days. This makes me feel like one of those whithered, white-haired women rocking a rocking chair on a decrepit front porch. The younger two are rather lukewarm on the idea of returning to their lockers. I cannot say I blame them, though the routine will be a welcome friend and will go a long way to restoring order around the campsite.
But I digress...
Currently, my beverage container cupboard is exceedingly bare. One of the natives has taken to hoarding all forms of beverage containers in their personal space. One, or several, I should say. The towels are also missing.
I fear they are using those items to create either some type of incendiary unit or a time travel device. Time travel has been a huge topic of conversation around the campfire these days. And escalators. Do not ask, because I have no answers. There are other things as well: missing toilet paper, lightbulbs, the constant draining of the food storage containers. I believe they are related and am attempting to track and discern how the missing items relate to the conversations going on around me. We restored the food storage systems and I feel certain half of the provisions disappeared shortly after returning home. I can only hope I am wrong in my assumptions and that my brain has twisted normalcy into something to fear. Time will only tell.
If I show up yesterday, you will know my theories are correct.
That is all...

My Life...

This is how it feels right now... Summer Survival soon!


Feel Good Friday

Trying to catch up again! Man. I am tired of the running and chaos. Summer's going too fast!
Here's the Friday list!
1. Sleeping in.
2. Sweet, sweet air conditioning.
3. Kids having fun.
4. Very tanned children. Because it means they're outside having fun. (redundant, much?)
5. Planning the trip to my cousins wedding. Just me and my sister on a road trip. Sweet! (We will not talk about how the trip is less than a week away and how I have absolutely no idea what I'm wearing yet, or how the coming week has obligations every single stinking night which puts a damper on possible shopping and packing.)
6. Kids who take care of the housework while I'm busy being a headless chicken.
7. Rain.
8. My writers group meeting tomorrow.
9. Getting caught up with myself - still working on it, but getting there.
10. Showers. Because...being clean is good.
Oh and I came downstairs this morning to the aftermath of several twenty-year olds who'd cooked in my kitchen late last night. They'd mostly cleaned up, but missed wiping down the counter. I grabbed a rag and apparently there was fire-of-the-devil hot sauce somewhere. Didn't realize there was some on my hand until I touched my freaking eye!! Ouch. I hope that's not an indication of how the day's going to go.
Might be back with a Summer Survival post later. Time will tell.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009


I told you it was lame!!

1. A friends arm after "kind of" torching his hair off and then having pillow stuffing get stuck to the stubble. No. It's not me. Plausible, but no.
2. A random "70" in pepper on a french fry. Yes. It was really weird. We'd taken K3 out to dinner when everyone else was away and the number 70 was just there...on the french fry.
3. What happens when you play with fire and plastic bags. Nah. It looks different than that.

I'll try to do better next week, but don't hold your breath. Ha!


Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Tall Tale Tuesday

You know, I take pictures specifically for Tall Tale Tuesday and then usually change my mind about using them for some reason. I also somehow lost a picture my mom sent me. I know I looked at it, but can't find the file I saved it in. Hmmm....
So, here we go.

Tell me about this. Is it:
1. A friends arm after "kind of" torching his hair off and then having pillow stuffing get stuck to the stubble. No. It's not me.
2. A random "70" in pepper on a french fry.
3. What happens when you play with fire and plastic bags.
What do you think?
(yeah, I know it's obvious my brain is not working on all cylinders.)

Monday, July 27, 2009

Just Because...

I miss them so much!!

I might die!

Andy from the Road Trip!

This is from the show Saturday night - Andy Suzuki and The Method. Supposedly the road trip gang is briefly shown in this video, but I couldn't see it. I really, really wish I would have gotten their CD!


Monday Funny

...either way...

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Road Trip: Part Three

Now for the reason we went.
I mentioned Sullivan Hall in my last post. It's a small venue. A chairless venue (and my feet can tell you how great that is, even in sneakers.) They have a fantastic staff - from the door people, to the bartenders, to the waitress.

Here's the lineup:

All in Blind: No photo of them. Unfortunately. The crowd was still very light, but the sound was incredible. They have a harder edge, but I really liked them. They hung around and talked for a while and were very friendly and enthusiastic. Their CD is going on my playlist for the new book.
The second band: Andy Suzuki and The Method. As you can see the stage was crowded and the lead guitarist and electric fiddle playere aren't even in this pic. They had a great sound and Andy has a fantastic voice and a ton of infectious energy. Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to buy their CD, or talk to them.

Third: Life of Riley I have a video (with no sound), but can't figure out how to load it. Riley was a lot of fun to watch. I was already a fan before we went, thanks to finding him on My Space and listening to some of their music. Missed out on his CD, too, but he's very nice. Go here to see a pic (and Natalie's recap) of all of us with him. (I had my eyes closed!)

And last, but not least: Jason Manns
Loved it! I've been a fan of Jason's for quite a while and it was very exciting to finally get to see him in person. Due to time - the first band started late and the venue's second show - he didn't get to play long at all, but it was totally worth it. I got an autograph and 2 CD's, which thrills me to no end.
And a picture. He's really tall, and seems very shy. Yes, he was that sweaty. Do I look like I mind? Actually, I look a very goofy. But that's just how it goes with me. If I know someone's taking my picture, I can't seem to help it. (As evidenced by the eyes being closed in the picture on Natalie's blog)
I think we left Sullivan Hall around midnight. Hiked to the parking garage to pay limbs and vital organs to retrieve Megan's car, and had a Jason Manns sighting while pulling out. Yeah, we were a lot quieter and more subdued on the way home, but not by much. At all.
I crawled into bed at 4:15 a.m.
...And couldn't sleep.
My tail is dragging today. My most excellent husband took care of getting everything ready for his family reunion today, including cooking and packing up the gear, so I could sleep. But, the sun wouldn't get out of my eyes and I ended up awake after only a few hours of sleep.
That's all for now.
This week will be very similar to next week. Just so you know.
I'll do my best.

Road Trip: Part Two

<--Random road work.
The view from the backseat. -->

(I'm not sure if these are in the right order anymore.)

<--Lady Liberty - much zoomed.
Finally in the city. -->
After locating the parking garage and nearly stroking because of how much it was going to cost us to park for the hours we were going to be there, we set out through the city. Figuring out where to eat took a while, but we finally settled on a decent place and sat right in the front overlooking the streets. The windows opened, so it was like being on the sidewalk. That was pretty cool, though it opened us up to being negotiated with by cute, tiny street hustlers. The kid was adorable and had his pitch down so well it didn't matter if he was really raising money for his basketball team. Obviously, he needed the cash. Anyway. The food was good. The service not so much and our waitress ignored herself out of a much better tip. We left there and hiked several blocks to our final destination: Sullivan Hall.
I didn't get any pictures of the outside of the venue, and not many of the inside either, but you'll see what you can in the next post.
Wait for it.

Road Trip: Part One

We left yesterday morning - - headed to New York to see Jason Manns. Road Trip! It's amazing that the four of us can be together for over 16 hours and never run out of anything to talk about, and never get sick of each other.
<--Megan gassing up the car.
Natalie trying to blow us up by talking on her cell phone right next to the pumps. -->

We stopped a lot during the journey.
This was the first of many brief rests.
Me -->

- ->
This one's actually next, but I can't seem to switch them.
Somewhere in New Jersey, where a foul odor permeated the air.
<-- In New York, fighting traffic to get to the tunnel, and the first indication of Megan's proclivity for road rage.
I took a lot of odd pictures. Seriously, how does that surprise you? K2 and I were texting back and forth most of the day. She wanted pictures, so I sent her dirty bathrooms, gross buildings, weird signs, my dinner. Since the journey was a big part of the day, we're going to do this in segments.
Stay tuned for part two.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Feel Good Friday

Here we go:
1. I made it to Friday!
2. Going to see K3 at scout camp tonight! I miss my boy!
3. Sleeping in.
5. Planning the trip to my cousin's wedding. Sister weekend!
6. Watching my children turn into adults. Sad, but good.
7. Feeling more positive about the chaos of the next few weeks.
8. Seeing karma do it's thing.
9. Going out to eat. No cooking!
10. My husband - for so many reasons.
11. Talking to friends - both on the phone and through email.
That's all for now!

Part One

>I'll be back later with more.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Tall Tale Tuesday: Fail

I got nothing.
No picture. No idiotic questions. No tricks up my sleeve.
I'll try to do better next week, but just so you know, next week looks the same as this one. I'm hoping I'll adjust. We shall see.
I do, however, have something poking my in the leg. I can't seem to locate the offensive thing, but it's like a needle stabbing me. I don't like it.
I'm half-way through this week, and, seriously, wah. I'm exhausted, cranky, and frustrated. Mainly exhausted.
And I am missing the beach like crazy right now.
My thoughts keep drifting.
I want to be hopeful, but several expensive things need to happen before we can even plan a beach trip - like a new vehicle since the transmission is failing in my Suburban. So...I will keep shoving the pleasant thoughts out of my head like my feet in sand, relaxing in the hot tub, and not having a thousand demands on me at once. Ahh and wah!
That's all.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Sunday: Five Things

This weeks starts some major insanity around here. Yeah, the past four weeks were nuts - but in a different way. We're in the last week of camp, but being minus one kid does little to lessen the impact. In fact I think it adds to it, because of the "missing" factor.
Here's my Sunday list:
1. I have a yard full of teenagers. K2's camp counselor friends. Loud, laughing, guzzling caffeinated sodas, did I mention loud? They're having a blast and that's all that matters. Plus, they're a really great group of kids.
2. I sat on the front porch and something (probably an ant) bit me in the butt. It still stings.
3. I need a nap. And I must look like it too, because one of K2's friends asked me if I was okay.
4. When you invite people to your house and then fall asleep, you're going to get your fingernails painted. And your toenails, too. And people will take pictures of you and talk about putting make-up on you. I'm just sayin'. (Yes, it really happened. And, no, it wasn't me.)
5. Going to the grocery store is one of my least favorite things to do.
If I'm scarce over the next few weeks, just know it's not personal. I'm going to try not to be.

Silly Sunday


Friday, July 17, 2009

Feel Good Friday

Here it is...
1. My girls coming home today. It's been a long week without them. They should be walking in the door any minute.
2. Getting to spend one-on-one time with K3, and spoiling him rotten while everyone else was gone.
3. Roadtrips!
4. Rain.
5. Sisters who have clothes to borrow.
6. Making new friends.
7. Knowing I'm writing what I should be.
8. Sleeping in after a very late night.
9. Laughing with friends.
10. Knowing that in won't be too long until all my duckies are done with summer camp.
That's all!

More Tips...

Some things I noticed yesterday...
1. You look ridiculous. I don't care how funny people think you are, there is no reason for that.
2. A lot of cleavage. Goodness. It's not a bad thing, but amazing all the same.
3. Shoes. There were a lot of great shoes. Some made my feet hurt in sympathy.
4. Sometimes a smile goes a very long way.
5. Meeting new people is sometimes scary, but not usually as scary as you think.
6. People won't take you seriously if you dress like a hooker - unless it's a costume party.
7. When you see a big name author, don't mob her. She's a person just like you and while she appreciates you, she also needs some privacy.
8. Same goes for editors and agents.
9. Being organized is far more than just talk.
10. When things don't go your way it does not give you the right to bash people.
So, there you have it.
Feel Good Friday coming up next.

Friday Already?

Honestly, I don't know what's happened to this week. I really don't.
And I don't know where to begin, so I'll just back up to yesterday.
Three of us traveled to the national writing conference to attend the annual general meeting of our governing group. I'm not going to go into that except to say it was an interesting learning experience and nice to finally put faces to names. I learned a lot and was glad I went.
I have complete and total conference envy. Though, since it's been so long since I've been to a conference yesterday was probably all I could handle. I still have a headache. And my feet hurt. The shoes I wore...well, I'd forgotten that I usually wear them to weddings and the reason I think they're so comfortable is because I take them off as soon as possible and it's not like I'm walking up and down hills or stairs in them. My calves don't feel as bad as I expected though.
(Now, let me back up enough to say that I absolutely hate conference crashing. That's not what we did. We went to the meeting, but we did not insinuate ourselves into any event or resource available. And we avoided areas assigned to conference attendees.)
My last conference was probably five years ago, so I don't have a lot of conference friends like my associates. I did recognize and talk to a few people I remember, but there was no one waiting for me. Not to mention, I'm a little more confident than I was way back then, so I'm sure my conference experience in the future will be much different. Meeting up with my compadre's friends was a lot of fun, most of them I'd only interacted with on blogs or email loops - now I have faces and new friends.
Lunch in the hotel was okay, if not way expensive. Everything was expensive there - three bucks for a bottle of soda. Dinner at a Thai restaurant was awesome. People watching was also pretty cool. The private wine party was a lot of fun - it's amazing how many people can fit into a small hotel room.
All I can say is...I absolutely wish I was there. I probably won't be able to go for two more years. The energy and friendliness is something I'd forgotten.
We didn't get home until three o'clock this morning. It would have been earlier, but we got pulled over in Maryland. And our driver had to take a field sobriety test and a breathalyzer. I wish I would have taken pictures. (she had a half a glass of wine like 5 hours before we left) And, she ended up with a written warning - no ticket for speeding.
I have a few pictures I'll post at another time.
I'll do Feel Good Friday later on today when I get caught up. My girls come home tonight and I'm so excited to see them.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009


Obviously I missed Tall Tale Tuesday!
What is up with that?
Long, busy day with very little downtime in between obligations.
It happens.
I'll be back later. I might even post some pictures. We'll see...

Monday, July 13, 2009

Exhausted Monday Ramblings

I'm tired. Tired enough that I could go to bed now and probably sleep until morning. That is, providing I can actually fall asleep, but we won't go into that right now. Anyway.
This week is RWA's National Conference. I know I'm always bummed when it's conference week and I'm not going. This year is especially bad because the conference is within driving distance and I still couldn't scrape it together to go. Bummer. But...guess what? I am going on Thursday for the Annual General Meeting of RWA. I'll be roadtripping with a few friends, going to the meeting, and then goofing off with some sightseeing, eating, and who knows what else. I'm excited.
I'm also excited about going to see Jason Manns. My ticket has been purchased and I'm psyched about more roadtripping! Jason Manns! Friends! Roadtrip! How cool is that?
Actually the next month is busy like trip, Jason Manns, and then yet another roadtrip with my sister for a long drive down south to our cousin's wedding. Looking forward to that, too.
Which is good, because all of this exciting stuff makes me forget about how tired I am. ha! It is Monday though. Monday = Tired.
That's all.

Sunday, July 12, 2009


Handy, dandy helpful hints...
1. Don't blow your car horn at 2 a.m. when you're parked in front of the neighbor's house. Really. Don't blow your car horn like that at anytime.
2. The only way to watch a scary movie is with all lights out.
3. Check the oil in your car.
4. Eating junk for dinner usually results in a stomachache, weird dreams, or both.
5. You should probably really try to find out why the dryer spits out your clean clothes smelling like burnt rubber.
6. The cat litter will not change itself. Seriously. It won't.
7. Spoiled milk is never good to drink.
8. Never eat stuff made with mayonnaise that's been left out on a hot day.
9. Humor can be found in most situations.
10. Pressing your car alarm button in the middle of the night is rude and you should not do it.
Probably not.

Friday, July 10, 2009


/>Yeah. So.

Feel Good Friday

I shouldn't have held onto yesterday's list.
Considering I feel like crap right now, I don't have a lot of feel good stuff today. I'm cranky, tired, and just done.
But let me see what I can come up with...
1. The possibility of getting to see Jason Manns in concert has grown. Looks like a definite maybe right now.
2. Watching movies with my husband.
3. My kid coming home tonight.
4. Crossing things off my 'to do' list - though it's still very full.
5. My writers meeting tomorrow (I'm hoping I feel good enough to go and by saying that, if you know me, you know I feel pretty darned crappy if I'm even considering the possibility of missing it. I haven't missed a meeting in at least a year and a half, maybe longer.)
6. Quiet.
7. The fact that my husband has called me four times today already to see how I'm doing.
That's all I can come up with right now. I think I might need to go take a nap.
Lame. What can I say?

Thursday, July 09, 2009

Five Things

Five things I'm digging right now...
1. Jason Mann's version of "Hallelujah". Love the song. Love Jason Mann's version of it most of all. It's my number one right now.
2. The possibility of getting to see Jason Mann's in concert. Right now it's a slim possible, but I'm working on it.
3. Meeting my goal (exceeding it, really) and getting back on track with the book. I *think* I've found what I was missing and I really should just learn to trust myself a little more.
4. Getting closer to having a title for said book. I *think* I have one, though what I really want to call it is "Knowing", but yeah, that's already kind of taken. Sanding out the details before I say what it is.
5. Warehouse 13 on Sci Fi, or I guess that's SyFy or whatever the new logo is now. Been watching commercials for the show for what seems like forever. I knew I wanted to watch it, but honestly, if we hadn't been watching SyFy on the night it aired, I would have forgotten. I'm glad we were. Yeah, there's some issues -(like why was the guy going to kill the president - I know he was under the bloodstone's influence, but why?) but name one pilot episode of any show that didn't have at least a few issues. Loved the hero and heroine - classic pairing, but it worked. The guy in charge of the warehouse was also very classic - funny, imperfect, and definitely with his own issues. It was part X-Files, part Supernatural, part Indiana Jones...and I loved it. I'm signing on for the ride and hoping SyFy doesn't disapoint.
Yeah, I know tomorrow is Feel Good Friday and I should have saved these things for then, but you can't have too much Feel Good. Right?
What's on the top of your Feel Good/Digging It list right now?

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Summer Survival Journal: Entry Five

It's been many days since my last entry.
I somehow managed to avoid the further destruction of my sanity by taking the natives on a brief holiday. The open air, water, and many activities seemed to take the restlessness from their beings. They barely bothered with me during the days of swimming, kayaking, biking, and horsing around. Providing them with food was all that seemed to matter, though the questions regarding meals did not cease completely. And the man I'm stuck here with was there to help deflect the natives constant need of me. Soothing.
But, then, we returned to our base camp.
And, once again, the fears I hold for my sanity fill my soul. Gathering provisions has become the focus of my existence and I remain convinced our stockpile of food is being compromised while we slumber. The noise level is constant and the natives are still no closer to understanding my dialect. Sometimes they nod as if they understand what I'm saying, but I believe that's to convince me to stop talking. Perhaps the sound of my voice causes them pain? I do not know.
One of the main natives returned for a brief visit today. Filling the camp with laughter and joy. And also raising the level of chaos to a peak that has not been experienced in quite some time. She will return to her occupation this evening and while my ear drums bleed, I will miss her terribly. So will the other natives. And the man who's stuck here with me.
I try to focus on my duties while they're occupied with their own agendas, but the natives seem to have a sixth sense about it and are instantly drawn to my side. Deal-making does not effect them. Nor do bribes. I have conferred with others in my similar position and there does not seem to be much that can be done to ease that particular situation.
It is not all bad. That man I'm stuck here with took them on an outing this evening, leaving me to some peace and giving my aching eardrums a chance to heal a bit. I will use this time to focus on my own duties and allow the quite to soothe my ravaged nerves. Escaping is out of the question. I am convinced a homing device has been implanted somewhere deep inside of me that will forever keep me attached to these natives and that man who's stuck here with me. I feel near-physical pain at the mere thought of not having them around.
That is all.


I decided that maintaining two blogs is just too much work when I already feel a bit overburdened by the stuff on my 'to do' list. Yeah, it's not that big of a deal and posting to wordpress can be done over email, but why double post? (Especially since my word press site averaged two hits a day max.)
So, if you've come over here from my wordpress site, let me know. I'm glad you clicked over!
That's me...a streamlining machine...ha!


1. Remember me telling you about how I hit my thumb with a hatchet while trying to chop wood almost a month ago? Yeah. Well...I did it again. Right between my thumb and pointer finger on the same hand. It hurts like a mother, though the new injury isn't as bad as the old, still-healing injury. Same way, too. Chopping wood for the fire. Pictures later. Nah. Never happened. Though it could have had a hatchet been present on the occasions I lit the fire.

2. In my last post I mentioned "stinky rugs". The reason the rug stank was because we parked over a mole's abode and must have squashed one during the set up of the camper and subsequent rug placement. The stink? Yeah. You guessed it - dead critter. Joyous. We're trying to save the rug, but are not hopeful. (the dead mole was not pretty either - looked like a mole pancake) True on parking over a mole's home, but not on the dead mole. The rug was stinky because it was one we had in the living room when K3 and K4 were younger and it took it's share of milk and food spillage. Getting wet released the odors and it didn't seem to matter what we tried.

3. I also mentioned flooded tents in my last post. That would be K4's hardly used tent. She bought it herself three years ago, and has only managed to sleep in it maybe twice. Now it's nearly too small for her, which is beside the point. She was determined to sleep in it this campout. She and K3 put it up and she stowed her gear inside. Then it rained. And rained. And rained. And flooded. Big time. Because, apparently, they put the rain fly on wrong and instead of deflecting the rain, it funnelled it directly into the tent. Yes. Her sleeping bag didn't dry until the last day because the rain would hit before I had a chance to get it off the clothesline. Also, I don't think the tent is waterproof at all.

So there you have it.
I might be back with another summer survival post later. We'll see...

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Tall Tale Tuesday

The post camp edition.
Which of the following really happened while I was away camping.

1. Remember me telling you about how I hit my thumb with a hatchet while trying to chop wood almost a month ago? Yeah. Well...I did it again. Right between my thumb and pointer finger on the same hand. It hurts like a mother, though the new injury isn't as bad as the old, still-healing injury. Same way, too. Chopping wood for the fire. Pictures later.

2. In my last post I mentioned "stinky rugs". The reason the rug stank was because we parked over a mole's abode and must have squashed one during the set up of the camper and subsequent rug placement. The stink? Yeah. You guessed it - dead critter. Joyous. We're trying to save the rug, but are not hopeful. (the dead mole was not pretty either - looked like a mole pancake)

3. I also mentioned flooded tents in my last post. That would be K4's hardly used tent. She bought it herself three years ago, and has only managed to sleep in it maybe twice. Now it's nearly too small for her, which is beside the point. She was determined to sleep in it this campout. She and K3 put it up and she stowed her gear inside. Then it rained. And rained. And rained. And flooded. Big time. Because, apparently, they put the rain fly on wrong and instead of deflecting the rain, it funnelled it directly into the tent.

So...which is it?

Monday, July 06, 2009

Where Have You Been?

Or...where have I been?
At camp.
I meant to post while I was away, but time got away from me.
We - or at least most of us - were at camp. Big surprise there.
Too much to 'splain, so I'll sum up.
Mice in my sister's camper. Again. Rain. Rain. Lots 'o rain. Mud. Lots of that, too. Big trees falling in the path (pictures of that later). Retrieving firewood from the woods from the last flood and almost getting stuck in the mud and losing my shoes. Laughing. Silliness. Campfires. Swimming. Stinky rugs. Rain. Tired dogs. Kids coming home from camp and then leaving again. Flooded tents. The potential for other kids to go to camp. Other kids going to camp soon. Ants. Friends. Little, little kids. Crayfish. Sparklers. Glow sticks. Hooking up and driving with the camper all by myself for the first time ever. Extra nights. Drama. Non-drama. Laughing.
Make sense?
I'm too tired to be coherent!
More later!

Wednesday, July 01, 2009


1. The back of a decent-sized dead fish that washed up on the creek bank. Taken at the Memorial Day campout. I saw the thing up close and personal and it was one of the grossest things I've ever seen in my life. The white projections weren't maggots, they were too big and I'm pretty sure they had teeth. *shudders* Nasty stuff. Naw!! If that were true you would have seen and/or heard of it way before now. With more and better pictures.
2. TICKS! *shudder, shudder* Again, a Memorial Day campout picture. Those ticks were stacked up on this wild cat that wandered into camp looking for gastric handouts. Not a real wild cat, since it let us pull the ticks off and turned out to be very loving and full of purr. (and hungry) You can almost see his dark gray fur to the left of the tick buffet. He hung out nearly all day Saturday and we haven't seen him since. No again. Pretty gross though, huh?
3. The inside of Mom's iced tea glass. I'm not sure if she took the picture by accident, or if the way it looked prompted the picture taking. Yep. What can I say? My brain just keeps popping out this sick, disgusting scenarios. I think it's time I get to work on the manuscript!!

July 1st. Holy cow. Weird.
That is all.