Saturday, October 31, 2009
On this particular weekend, we had planned a double date; he had lined up one of his friends so the four of us could do something fun. He promised that he would plan something special. When he called, he said we might want to dress warm; that seemed weird to me at the time, because we were having a pretty mild autumn.
The guys picked us up and first we went to play mini-golf, which was fun, but didn't seem like the "special" date he had promised. Boyfriend and his buddy kept checking their watches, but I didn't thnk about it much at the time. When the mini-golf game ended, we went back to bf''s car, and drove around for a while. Finally, we ended up on a back road somewhere out in the country--I had no idea where we were. He pulled the car off the road, and said, "Come on. This is going to be fun!"
Joy and I and her blind date piled out of the car and followed bf into the woods. After a few minutes walking through the trees, he took my hand and said, "This way." I followed him and begain to notice tombstones...we were in a graveyard, at night, in total darkness! I began to get a bad feeling about things; graveyards can be peaceful places in daylight, but at night--not so much.
"Lets go back to the car," I begged, my skin crawling from the images going through my mind. I had seen all the creepy movies, and nothing good ever happened to the actors in a graveyard at night!
"We're almost there," bf said, squeezing my hand tightly. I'll give Joy credit...she was following right along, not nearly as uncomfortable as I. Finally we arrived at a mausoleum.
(Picture something like the building above, in the dark of night, with fog creeping in here and there.)
"Look--the door's open a little!" Bf took out a flashlight and cast the beam on the door. It was rusty-looking and emitted a painful creak as he pushed it further open. "Come on," he said, excitedly, as he pulled me toward the entrance.
"I'm not going in there!" I protested.
"Oh, don't be such a wimp!" bf said as he pulled me into the black, creepy entrance. I followed him, reluctantly, palms sweating, and the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. He flashed the beam of his flashlight along the floor of the building. Suddenly we heard a moan. . .quickly he turned the light's beam toward the sound.
We saw a cement bier with a whitish body partially covered by a cloth or sheet. The body was rising, moaning, it's arms extended toward us! I screamed and ran out the door. Luckily, Joy's blind date quickly grabbed my arm and stopped me, else I'd probably still be running!
Would you believe, one of bf's friends had been lying on the bier under the sheet, having "powdered" his bare upper half with flour, waiting for us?? That was the reason bf and Joy's blind date kept checking their watches. They planned to arrive at the mausoleum at the time he would be there. Joy, good sport that she was, laughed about the whole incident; I was not such a good sport. I was furious at bf for doing that to us! He thought it was a pretty good Halloween prank. I told him he could have given us heart attacks! I did forgive him eventually, but not until long after my heart rate had returned to normal, and the goosebumps were gone from my body!
Friday, October 30, 2009
The Penis Study
In 1997, Harvard funded a study to discover why the head of a penis is larger than the rest of it. After 1 year and $150,000, they concluded that the reason the head was larger than the shaft was to give the man more pleasure during sex.
After the study was published, U.C.L.A. decided to do their own study. After 3 years of study and $350,000, they concluded that the reason the head was larger than the shaft was to give the woman more pleasure during sex.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
It was a terrific day; Hubby even danced with the groom--his stepson. I held my breath, praying that the suspenders would hold and he wouldn't lose his pants out there on the dance floor. There's nothing like a big family get-together to create wonderful memories.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
I have a whole different attitude about winter this year: I'm retired, and if it's nasty out, I don't even have to get out of bed, if I don't want to! You have to understand that last year at this time my job had me driving all over creation in all kinds of weather. Getting up before 7:00 a.m. so that you can get the snow brushed off your car and the windshield defrosted is not my idea of fun. Then driving 2 1/2 hours through blizzard like conditions (it happened more than once!) to arrive at a customer's home to have them say, "I've changed my mind. I bought from the guy down the street," was such a delight.
Of course, if it was really storming when I got up in the morning, I could reschedule my appointments for another day. But in New England, the weather conditions can be very different two hours away from where you are, or even where you are standing, two hours later!
On one occasion, I got stuck in a snowbank in my customer's driveway, and prayed that the poor old guy wouldn't have a heart attack while shoveling me out! More than once I managed to get my car back in control after performing a reluctant 180 degree maneuver on an icy road.
Nope, not this winter. When the snow blows, when the freezing rain falls, you'll find me safe and warm in my home, maybe in my snuggies and furry slippers, sipping hot toddy, and thanking the good Lord that I'm retired and don't have to venture out there. I'll watch Ellen and Dr.Phil and snuggle up with my blanket in my recliner! (And I might not even bother to wear that bra!)
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
On the big day, we had the branch all decorated with black crepe paper and black balloons. We made a poster for her teller station with her picture and the words, "Welcome to AARP" on it. There was a basket of "gifts" for her, all wrapped in black paper: Denture cream, Preparation H, Geritol, Depends, and a gift certificate for one free night at a local nursing home. (Our branch manager at the time owned a small assisted living facility and his wife had printed up on their computer a very fancy certificate that promised a comfortable bed, a rousing game of checkers, "one free enema--only one!" , 3 easy to swallow meals, and an afternoon nap.
Anne later moved to Seattle, and I had met her for lunch while I was on the west coast recently. Of course, as part of our reminiscing, the party came up, and I warned her that I would blog about it when I got back. Still love ya', Anne!
Sunday, October 25, 2009
I came across this Cher costume at a local costume shop and wondered, Is it too over the top? I mean, is it the real me?
I wanted something very cool, but maybe this is a little draftier than I had in mind. And breathing in this thing is no easy task for me. It took me an hour to squeeze into it! I had to add the big necklace to weigh down my boobs and keep them from popping out of that top. I think it may be a couple of sizes too small.
I'd have to make sure I stay really healthy from now until the weekend. If I catch a cold, a sneeze while wearing this might be a disaster that could result in my getting arrested. Plus, I just don't know how long I could hold my breath.I'm just not sure if this is the right outfit for me; maybe it's a little too scary.
The boots are nice, though. I may want to keep them for the winter...we can get some pretty deep snowstorms here in Maine!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Again, many thanks to those who felt I was deserving of these awards; the mean a lot.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I remember my senior year of high school I bought a 2 piece bathing suit--something no other female in my family had ever possessed or thought of wearing! This was way pre-bikini; it consisted of a pair of blue and white checked shorts and matching halter top, which covered way more than the average bra. My Mom did not approve. The first time she saw me laying on my stomach on a blanket on the back lawn with the halter undone, in an attempt to avoid tan lines on my back, that suit disappeared and was never seen again!
But I was undaunted. I later acquired a love of skinny dipping when I had my own backyard pool, and occasionally did the same at a public beach in the dead of night. I no longer have a backyard pool, or I'd still be skinny-dipping today. Unfortunately, the activity is frowned on at the YMCA pool--those lifeguards have no sense of humor. Curiously, my neighbors were not thrilled when I went for a dunk in their kiddie pool, either!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I remember I suffered from this once before several years ago when we had taken a ten day vacation in Aruba. I was totally traumatized when I returned to work and not once was I offered frozen fruit on a stick; not one pina colada was delivered to my desk; and not once did a handsome pool boy come by and offer to spritz me! I tell you, it was not a pretty predicament.
I really thought it was a plague that only attacked those who worked for a living. Being retired, I never expected to suffer this infection again! But here I am: pathetically wishing for my Priority Pack with the bottled water, sun chips, granola bar, and apple from the Holiday Inn Express; pining for pretty towel animals placed on the sink by creative, caring maids, and wondering where those sausages, waffles, and cinnamon danish went?
On the bright side, I haven't once exited the elevator on the wrong floor, lost sleep because of the freight train humming past hourly, or struggled with wretched wi/fi.
Count your blessings, count your blessing--the glass is half full, girl!
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
While we were in Las Vegas (I know, what happens in Vegas STAYS in Vegas--but I'll make an exception!) you may recall we attended a dinner theater presentation "Marriage is Murder." During that show, Mimi, the hostess/star, came over to our table and placed the above pictured panties on my placemat. She then announced to the entire room that she was returning them after I had tossed them to Tom Jones during his concert the previous evening! (So much for "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!')
Of course, I was happy to have them returned, but not necessarily so publicly! Let that be a lesson to you, the next time you decide to throw caution to the wind in Vegas! Keep in mind that Mimi may be somewhere in the wings, watching and waiting.
Monday, October 19, 2009
"Where are we going?" he asked.
I steered him down the hall to room 119, inserted my key and the door opened. It was then that we realized we had left our first floor room which was practically around the corner from the continental breakfast area and taken the elevator. Obviously, the couple we had encountered on the second floor had pressed the elevator button for it to come up to them, and we two "traveling drunks" thought we had come down from the 3rd floor instead of up from the second. That couple probably were fully aware that the elevator had just come up from the first floor and thought we were a couple of looney toons riding the elevator up and down for the sheer thrill of it all! We had a good laugh and realized that either Alzheimers was setting in, or we had been on the road WAY too long!
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Soon, the Piscataqua River Bridge which connects New Hampshire to Maine came in sight.
The sign says, "Welcome to Maine: the way life should be." I guess I have to agree. I experienced many beautiful places and great food, and friendly people on our trip, but Maine is special to me. We live about 40 minutes from the border, and were back home by 1:30 p.m. I have mixed feelings about our return. I missed my family, but I loved having clean sheets and towels daily without ever having to do laundry; I loved having great meals, without having to cook or wash dishes; I loved seeing new sights everyday.
Just a few details about our trip, for those who've asked: We traveled 7,384 miles, we passed through 28 states (including Maine) and one Canadian province. ( Some states we passed through twice, on our way out and on our way back, but I only counted them once!)
We stayed at 2 Country Inn & Suites, 5 Holiday Inns Express, 5 Comfort Inns, 2 Hampton Inns, 1 Econolodge, 1 Howard Johnson, 1 Best Western, 1 LaQuinta, 1 Ramada Inn and The Stratosphere. The most costly stay was $132.00 and the most economical was $43.00. The most we paid for gas was $3.39 per gallon in California, and the least we paid was $2.17 in Oklahoma. Our best gas mileage was 34.2 mpg at 61 mph; our worst was 28.4 mpg at 44 mph (much of that worse mileage was driving through the Rockies.)
Would I do it again? In a New York Second--after I've had a week or so to recover, and if I could afford it. Hubby, not so much; but he did 80 per cent of the driving. What's our next trip? If we can afford it, in a year or two we would like to drive down to the Florida Keys., but that will only be a 2-week trip, I'd guess. And Hubby says it would be done in the winter time--a chance to get away from the snow and cold of Maine winter!
Again, many thanks to those of you who came along on this trip with us. I know many of you commented that you were enjoying it, and that brought me pleasure. Over the next few days or so, I know I'll have more stories from this trip to share with you; most nights I was just too tired to share more than I did at the time. But there were a few humorous things I'll relate soon! And I finally caught up on all the blogs I follow that I hadn't had time to read!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
In the meantime, I thought I'd do a Throwback Thursday meme with a photo I just received of Mt. Rushmore. It's a 'throwback' in that we were at Mt. Rushmore weeks ago.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
This was the first day in our so far 28-day trip when we have actually had rain. It's pretty amazing when you think about it..twenty-seven days with nothing more than a couple of sprinkles. Most days were sunny and pleasant. Good Karma, I guess; either that or my late Mom is pulling strings up there for me with the big Guy.
Most of the morning I was unable to get much in the way of pictures, as the rain just made everthing gray and dreary. The clouds seemed to be hanging low, and there was a bit of fog obscuring things, too.
When it was time for lunch, we stopped at Five Guys in Staunton, Virginia. (Yep, that's my white Chevy in the picture above.) I don't know if you remember, but Five Guys in Washington, D. C., is one of The Obama family's favorite places for burgers. And with good reason! The burgers are awesome. The fries are fresh cut; nothing served at Five Guys is frozen.
Our first visit to a Five Guys Restaurant was in Fairfax, Virginia, a few years ago when we visited our son there. He's the same one who now lives in the Seattle area, and yes, he took us to Five Guys there as well. We were hooked from the first visit!
The best part of it all is that the quality is consistent. The burgers in Fairfax, Seattle, and Staunton were all excellent; the fries are consistently delicious as well. The chain is expanding, and if there isn't a store near you now, there may be soon. It's important that I mention that I am not being compensated in any way for my comments about Five Guys. I'm just a believer in spreading the word about an excellent product!
Today's lunch at Five Guys was definitely the high point of this gloomy day. The manager was very friendly and spent several minutes talking to us about his restaurant and the fact that the Five Guys philosophy is to only use the best ingredients, and serve a limited menu, but do it in the finest way. I would have to say, they are achieving their goal. I hope Five Guys comes to Maine, soon.
The part of Virginia we drove through was very rural. Lots of trees, fields, and farms.
Again, more trees, more colors!
You can see, the rain was still hitting the windshield as I tried to photograph this tree with the very red leaves!
This video shows you most of what we saw today! Thanks for coming along. Night all!