Found! Thurston Howell and His wife Lovey

When you live in a small town full of old people there's not much to do on a Friday night.

Except this.

Yes, folks. We've become sunset chasers. You've heard of storm chasers? Well, uh...this is exactly the same thing. I hang perilously out of the car window yelling, "Go, Go, Gooooo! We're going to miss it!"

And then because my adrenaline is surging to the max, I may even yell some more. HURRY!!! WE"RE MISSING IT!

Mr. Wonderful puts the pedal to the metal and by golly, another sunset is conquered! And then I always always say, "look at it, isn't it GORGEOUS!" He answers, 'yeah, it looks like that every time." I  gasp in horror and disbelief at his lack of amazement and remind him that he should never, never NEVER lose his sense of childlike wonder. I glare at him. He nods his head in agreement.

All is right in the world.

That's how we spend our Friday nights.

But then, Saturday comes.

This Saturday to add a little spice to our lives we decided to go to "Pirates Cove". Aye, mateys. It's basically a small dive with live music, 100 dogs laying on the porch, and  beer, tattoos and clouds of cigarette smoke.

I'm not sure we fit in.

 With two cups of diet coke,  and a strong fake English accent, he asks, "Lovey, where's our Yacht?"

P.S. Yes, he really is THAT white. His skin repels the sun.

  It was an adventure.  Surrounded by pirates on harley's, Thurston Howell and his wife Lovey had a marvelous time.

Help! I've Fallen And I Can't Get Up!

  Dark and  mysterious...what does it all mean? And why is there a neon light involved? Am I having an 80's flashback? These are the questions you're asking yourself.

No I'm not.

Yes you are.

No.

Yes.

Nooooo...

Whatever.

Aha! A clue! Yes, friends this is a skating rink. A rink so old, so dank and dark  I thought it resembled the bowels of hell. Plus, the floor was bumpy. Floors in skating rinks should not be 'bumpy'.  It makes it difficult to twirl. I'm all about the twirling.

Not.

See this man? This man is so much more than "just a man." He's a roller skater extraordinaire! He's poetry on skates, a ballet dancer on wheels. He's cool, he's smooth, he's FLASHDANCE and FOOTLOOSE all rolled into one. He is Skatecity.

C'mon, he says...It's easy. Nothing to it. It's FUN!

Lies. All lies, and he looked me right in the eye when he said it.

 

An innocent lamb led to the slaughter. Look at that face! So full of hopes and dreams...

What an idiot.

Two SECONDS later. That's how long I skated. It's hard for me to remember if it was fun or not. I didn't enjoy the "my life is flashing before my eyes part", but other than that I'm pretty sure I had a blast.

This is the last picture. I took it from the ground, whilst laying down.

 She remained upright at all times, all smiles and laughter.

Showoff. 

Mr. Skatecity couldn't even look at me, so deep was his disgust.

Or maybe it's that I requested the song "Dancing Queen" right in the middle of his leg lift, double axel, roller derby splits move.  It doesn't matter. Because let's face it, this activity has been ruled out as a shared life passion. Maybe we'll take up weeding together.

Take My Picture Already, Would Ya?

Brooke and I went to tea today. The tearoom was lovely, and I wanted to memorialize this moment for all time. I pulled out my trusty, cheap piece of Kodak Easy Share and held it up...

Say Tea!...No good. Let's do it again.

Say, Tea!...Uh, Brooke apparently you have a lazy eye. Funny, I've never noticed it before... Again.

Say Tea! Brooke...wow. Did you know that you're crosseyed? Or high. Or drunk. Honey, it's only 10am.

Again...*I know, I'll catch her by suprise, then she'll for sure have that wide-eyed bambi look...Mama's are so smart.

SAY TEA!... Good Lord...

Let ME show you how to do it...See? It's easy. Now, OPEN YOUR EYES AND SAY TEA!

Awww. Such a pretty girl...

*through gritted teeth* I hate you mom.

I know honey, I know.

Just Kidding! We love each other so much and had so much fun! Tea was DELIGHTFUL!

Brooke, age 2

Awww...such a pretty girl!

Pondering Tuesday...Where's My Job?