The no good very bad mood

It is Halloween - one of the best holidays EVER - and I am in a no good, very bad, mood.

I am having a little bit of homesickness (Please do not say "Well, you are the one who decided to move." You might draw back a bloody stub. Just feel I should warn you.) I am a little bored with my job (I do not have enough to do to keep my busy on a day to day basis). I am tired of living 30 minutes away from everyone and fighting the mice (but I love that we have no neighbors, that it is so quiet, etc).

So apparently I am having what is commonly referred to as a "snit." Let us hope that it leaves as quickly as it arrived!

What the...?

I was going to change my template and I guess I pushed too many buttons and have deleted some of my posts.

Another victory for the computer!

Random-ness at it's finest

OK this is kind of random, but stay with me folks.

I read a blog that is called "Lipstick is my Crack" and the gal who writes it swears by this stuff. So I decided to plunk down some $$ and try some.

I am in love.

OK - it takes your makeup off, even eye makeup, really well, rinses off beautifully, and leaves your face feeling fantastic . But the stuff smells incredible. I want to run out and buy a baguette to dunk in it.

You can get it online through the company that makes it (DHC) Sephora carries it (I think), not sure about Ulta. I highly recommend it and thank Mrs. Badger for the great tip.

That is all.

No new song

Sadly, the Sugarloaf Craft Fair did not rate it's own song. I know. No one was more disappointed than I.

To salvage the day, we drove on up to Hagerstown to the Outlet Mall!! Steve bought some jeans and some shoes. I bought a kit that turns a pumpkin into a spider. The real thrill of the trip was the autumnal (don't you just love that word?) colors we enjoyed along the way.

So. To all my children who are reading this blog: are we drawing names this year like last year? Let me know what you think because we need to begin to commence on that if we are.

National Acolyte Festival

And you thought you had fun this week-end! Steve and I took our acolytes (ages 5 through 16) to the National Acolyte Festival this past Saturday. They participated with the other 1990 acolytes - no I am not kidding that is really how many where there - in a Eucharist celebrated by our own Bishop Chane. The procession took a really long time as you might imagine! The youngest acolyte there was four and the oldest (in a wheelchair) was 87. It was very cool.

Sunday we went to church and then to the La Plata Rotary Club Annual Lobster Fest. It's true - we know how to live. Next week-end we are going to a Craft Festival that has the potential to rival our own Affair of the Heart. I am thrilled. Steve is trying to come up with a new song to sing at the top of his lungs for this one since he cannot sing his signature "Affair of the Heart" aria. I 'll keep you posted on that one.

Alas, back to the real world.

Just in case you had not heard, we had a wonderful time!! I agree with Patterson that Key West is awesome! The weather was great, the hotel was lovely, and the food was outstanding. I have completely fulfilled quota of grouper for the year.

Below are some pictures of the trip. As my little friend Abby would say: "Enjoy"

Here is the sunset from the pool at our hotel. Not a bad view!

Sorry that the picture is not better. This is Odie. Odie screams all the time. Odie disappeared the last day we were there. I think that the people in the room closest to Odie "done him in" as Eliza Doolittle would say. Justifiable in my opinion.

These turtles were the closest thing I saw to an alligator. I confess: I was deeply disappointed we did not see an alligator. We did, however, see Key Deer which are about the size of dogs. I decided that some cosmic twist had turned the deer into the predators, therefore, they had eaten all the alligators. Steve disputes this theory.

The pool at the Hyatt in which we stayed. There really was no beach per se. There was a little bity teeny tiny place that had 6 chaise lounges that they called the beach. We never got to sit in those lounges because someone was, apparently, always up at 4 a.m. to go "save" them all. Whatever. The waitress didn't go serve drinks on the "beach" so we were far far better off where we were.

The southern-most point in the continental U.S. I have no idea if there is a southern-most point that is not part of the continental U.S. Or where the nothern-most point is. This is all I got for ya.

Mile marker "0". The end, or beginning of the line as it were.