Day Three 5/31/10
Happy Memorial Day! They don't celebrate it here. Go Figure!
Since we slept all morning, we finally got going on our first adventure by 12pm. We decided to tour the Ring of Beara. It is a Peninsula that you can drive around and be back to Kenmare in half a day. We were told that you can go anywhere in Ireland and take pictures. We took that to heart as we ditched our car on the side of the road, lea pt a fence, and started snapping pictures of sheep. There were in this picture perfect field of green grass and yellow flowers--pictures to come soon. In our defense there was a sign indicating there was approved fishing at the bottom of the hill. No one arrested us, yet.
We visited the Dereen Gardens and saw rhododendrons the size of Texas. Seriously, they were bigger than our house. We spied several blue herons flying around. We also got in a great hike around the grounds. We ate our sack lunch in the car because it was raining but it was not a bad experience due to the biscuits. Yes, I said biscuits. They are not like the kind your Mama made, they are tea biscuits. There are entire aisles at the market dedicated to the biscuit. On the way to the house the day before we had picked up a roll because we were starving a sleepy. We hoped the sugar would satisfy and perk us up. It did both and now we love biscuits. They are basically shortbread cookies. As a side note here, they call Twix candy bars "chocolate covered biscuits". So lunch was yummy and we continued on the Ring of Beara trail. We stopped at every scenic view and took gobs of beautiful pictures, each better than the last. We went to Glengarriff Woods Nature Reserve and hiked to the top of Widow's Look out. Had we known this was straight up, we probably wouldn't have gone but, oh well. It was a nice view except the fog started to roll in. We couldn't see much for the rest of the trip due to fog, so we headed back to Kenmare.
Michael wanted to try a local pub. There are no restaurants open past 6 or 7pm. Anything food after that time has to be pub or "take away"--essentially fast food, although they don't really have what we call "fast food"--more on that later. We finally found a pub that looked worthy. They were extremely busy and not too friendly so we tried not to be annoying foreigners who don't know what to do. We watched others and quickly followed what they did. It was obvious we needed to order something from the bar or be looked down on and know quickly what we wanted to eat. Michael ordered a Guinness to drink and fish and chips to eat while I got a Bailey's coffee, water, and bacon and cabbage to eat. They sat us as quick as they could and we got down to some serious people watching. Most of the people there were from different countries. It was very interesting. When our food came, it was all soooooo good. Bacon, by the way, is ham. I didn't know that until the food was served but it was good anyway. Michael discovered he really liked the Irish Guinness but we will see if that trend continues at home.
After a full day of touring and full bellies we headed off the bed. Stay tuned for day 4!
Have a blessed evening and thanks for reading my blog!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
Ireland Trip Day 2
5-30-10
Please note that these events took place on Sunday not today. I am aware that the blog is dating it on the day I post. Sorry if there is confusion.
So we left our story on the plane and this is where we now begin...
Michael and I planned to do nothing but sleep on the plane as we would wake up at 9am in Ireland. Michael, of course, fell fast asleep. I had a little trouble. After watching about an hour of TV I finally passed out. While I was waiting on the sleep fairy, the flight attendant came around with cards we had to turn in. The cards were "landing cards" that Ireland requires all passengers to fill out unless you have a UK passport. I got myself and sleeping beauty a card and promptly fell asleep. After about four hours of tossing and turning I was done with sleeping on plane. I had somehow missed the dinner service but I do recall someone asking me if I wanted meatballs. I only remember because the smell made me slightly nauseous. . But I was delightfully awakened by my husband to receive a breakfast tray. Bellies full, air travel almost complete, we needed to fill out the landing card before the trip was finished. You had to fill out these cards with a pen. Unfortunately due to the teeny tiny travel space I had, my normal purse pen was no longer in my purse. I asked two flight attendants for a pen to no avail. I ask you, if they want you to fill out the card in pen, why do they not give you a pen? Regardless, no need to panic, a friendly seat neighbor let us borrow his. Time to enter Ireland.
We passed easily through customs and the gate agents and followed the friendly airport signs to the scariest place on earth, the Car Rentals. To travel the places we wanted to go, this was the only option. We got our Fiat and had to figure out how it worked. Because they drive on the left side of the road, that means that you have to sit on the right side and look to the right before you turn right. Panic and anxiety are two words that come to mind when I recall our first few moments in the car. We had to get a Sim card for the phone and a road map for the directions so Michael programmed our new GPS to take us to the nearest mall. We successfully navigated the left side of the road and also the round-a-bouts to make it to the mall only to realize it is Sunday and they don't open until 12pm. So what to do until then? We had breakfast (which really feels like lunch to our bodies) at the local McDonalds. That is not an Irish restaurant folks. It was a good ole American Micky D's. The menu was somewhat different and the coffee was horrible but it was neat to eat there nonetheless.
After acquiring our booty, we traveled to our rental home for the first week of the trip in Kenmare, County Kerry. The roads started out easy enough to drive because they were two lane highways. Then they went down to two lane roads. Next they went to two lane suggestions. That means that the bigger car wins. It was like playing a game of chicken for two hours. Who will pull over first? Which car will make it? Did you hear any scraping? One of the guide books says to "edge over to the left. The vegetation will gently whisk your car but hardly ever scratches". Michael was gently whisking the crap out of our car. Not only was it unnatural to drive on the left, you also had to be a daredevil. The speed limit was posted at 120 KM/ hour. These roads were clearly not made for that speed. I am surprised we made it alive to the house. In addition, we were both falling asleep due to severe jet lag.
Finally we made it to the house. The views were beautiful. We stopped at a Grocery Store to pick up some daily needs and also to get dinner. We had to plan the evening carefully because we needed to keep busy in order to stay awake. We took showers, ate dinner, went on a walk, watched TV, and it was hard! Finally we made it to 9pm and we went to bed. It was still light outside when our eyes shut and it was light when we opened them 12 hours later. Needless to say, I felt very rested.
Day three is next with our first exploring adventure. Stay tuned in!
Have a blessed evening and thanks for reading my blog.
Please note that these events took place on Sunday not today. I am aware that the blog is dating it on the day I post. Sorry if there is confusion.
So we left our story on the plane and this is where we now begin...
Michael and I planned to do nothing but sleep on the plane as we would wake up at 9am in Ireland. Michael, of course, fell fast asleep. I had a little trouble. After watching about an hour of TV I finally passed out. While I was waiting on the sleep fairy, the flight attendant came around with cards we had to turn in. The cards were "landing cards" that Ireland requires all passengers to fill out unless you have a UK passport. I got myself and sleeping beauty a card and promptly fell asleep. After about four hours of tossing and turning I was done with sleeping on plane. I had somehow missed the dinner service but I do recall someone asking me if I wanted meatballs. I only remember because the smell made me slightly nauseous. . But I was delightfully awakened by my husband to receive a breakfast tray. Bellies full, air travel almost complete, we needed to fill out the landing card before the trip was finished. You had to fill out these cards with a pen. Unfortunately due to the teeny tiny travel space I had, my normal purse pen was no longer in my purse. I asked two flight attendants for a pen to no avail. I ask you, if they want you to fill out the card in pen, why do they not give you a pen? Regardless, no need to panic, a friendly seat neighbor let us borrow his. Time to enter Ireland.
We passed easily through customs and the gate agents and followed the friendly airport signs to the scariest place on earth, the Car Rentals. To travel the places we wanted to go, this was the only option. We got our Fiat and had to figure out how it worked. Because they drive on the left side of the road, that means that you have to sit on the right side and look to the right before you turn right. Panic and anxiety are two words that come to mind when I recall our first few moments in the car. We had to get a Sim card for the phone and a road map for the directions so Michael programmed our new GPS to take us to the nearest mall. We successfully navigated the left side of the road and also the round-a-bouts to make it to the mall only to realize it is Sunday and they don't open until 12pm. So what to do until then? We had breakfast (which really feels like lunch to our bodies) at the local McDonalds. That is not an Irish restaurant folks. It was a good ole American Micky D's. The menu was somewhat different and the coffee was horrible but it was neat to eat there nonetheless.
After acquiring our booty, we traveled to our rental home for the first week of the trip in Kenmare, County Kerry. The roads started out easy enough to drive because they were two lane highways. Then they went down to two lane roads. Next they went to two lane suggestions. That means that the bigger car wins. It was like playing a game of chicken for two hours. Who will pull over first? Which car will make it? Did you hear any scraping? One of the guide books says to "edge over to the left. The vegetation will gently whisk your car but hardly ever scratches". Michael was gently whisking the crap out of our car. Not only was it unnatural to drive on the left, you also had to be a daredevil. The speed limit was posted at 120 KM/ hour. These roads were clearly not made for that speed. I am surprised we made it alive to the house. In addition, we were both falling asleep due to severe jet lag.
Finally we made it to the house. The views were beautiful. We stopped at a Grocery Store to pick up some daily needs and also to get dinner. We had to plan the evening carefully because we needed to keep busy in order to stay awake. We took showers, ate dinner, went on a walk, watched TV, and it was hard! Finally we made it to 9pm and we went to bed. It was still light outside when our eyes shut and it was light when we opened them 12 hours later. Needless to say, I felt very rested.
Day three is next with our first exploring adventure. Stay tuned in!
Have a blessed evening and thanks for reading my blog.
Ireland Trip DayOne
5-29-10
Today we left for our epic journey to a land far far away. In order to fill you all in on the details and also so we can manage to remember ourselves, I will be chronicling our journey for you. So today we left... at 5:00am the alarm went off and we got ready to go. My good friend,Christie Bailey, was kind enough to come and pick us up and drive us all the way to the airport. I tell ya, they don't make friends like that any more. We checked in and went through security with no issues at all, except for one very unpleasant lady that was in the wrong line of work. If you want to be employed as a security line agent,you should really not mind working with people. Now we are ready to embark on the first leg of our trip. You see, Michael and I cannot just fly directly to Ireland, because we are WAY too cheap. We instead fly to Philadelphia, PA.
At 10:30am, the first leg of our journey is complete. Michael and I are in Philly and we have several objectives. We would like to see the Liberty Bell, Independence Hall and eat a Philly cheese steak. We are very simple to please.
In addition, Michael found this quaint little joint that was labled "Market East" on the map and we will go there too. So...we board the train, yes a real train, and take off for downtown Philly. There is a man that comes through the cars of the trains and gives you this little ticket that he punches out. You pay him and then put your ticket on the little slot on the chair in front of you. Soooo cool!!! The sights of Philly were not all that exciting but apparently we were in the right place for partying because the US soccer team was playing a World Cup game that very same day!!! Lots of fun on the train. Meanwhile Michael and I are trying to figure out why people were so spirited.
Our first stop on the journey toke us to the food mecca, I mean the Market East. It is SOOOOOO awesome. They have everything you would ever want in a Farmer's Market/bakery/arts and crafts fair. Michael and I drooled over the smells and food but didn't buy anything. As a bonus, I found $5 on the floor. I asked around but no one claimed it. Score $5 for me :) Now we are getting hungry so we travel on to the original Philly cheese steak place. We walked several blocks to find this particular store and when I say several, I mean 12. It's a good thing that decided to pack light for this trip. We both only have little carry-ons. The cheese steak was excellent, we ate outside. The place was called Campo's and was so busy that we really ate outside because there was nowhere else to sit. The city was buzzing with excitement about the game and on the walk back towards the center of town we passed the following things: Dole fruit juice stand giving out free samples, a guy playing the guitar, a drumline-where the bass drum had only one head and lots of duct tape, a man with two pythons draped over his body-one albino (we could've had our picture taken with him...), a stage with a man shouting in a microphone about how Jesus was a member of the KKK (he had several very well built body guards), and lots of people going to the soccer game.
Finally we make it to Independence Hall. We snap our pictures and look at it in awe. We also see the Liberty Bell from behind glass. We can't go inside because we have our luggage but we got close. As a bonus we also got to see the land where Ben Franklin's house used to be. It was torn down but they have a very neat museum there and you can see the foundations of his old house. After all the excitement we sit on a bench and contemplate what to do next. We still have several hours to kill before the next leg of the trip. As we sit and wonder, we remember all those wonderful goods at the Market (remember it is 12 blocks away?). Neither of us will say we want to go because it is kind of far but we are interested. We leave it to the flip of a coin. Heads-we get cookies, Tails-we head for the train. Heads it was and we started walking. The cookies were totally worth it. If you are ever in Philadelphia, go to the Market East!!!
Now for the second leg of our journey. We are not in Ireland yet. We have to hop on the subway, to take us to the Regional Rail. Then we take the Regional Rail to Trenton, NJ. Then we switch trains to take a NJ transit train to Newark, NJ. We then transfer to an Air Train which should conveniently whisk us over to the airport. That last train didn't work but it was alright with us because we figured, "What's a little more walking?" It wasn't really far to our gate. There were some other people thought that were extremely distraught that the train didn't work. There was this British guy that was complaining so badly I thought he might have an anxiety attach right there on the platform. He kept saying that the service was so terrible it was "shocking". This now becomes the fun word for our trip. We were laughing so hard at this guy. Everything we now see is "shocking"--please add a British accent for the full effect.
We are finally at the Newark Airport and we are waiting on our 10:00pm flight to Shannon Ireland. The anticipation is great and not without some airport entertainment. First we see a lovely display of foreigners not knowing our customs as a mother takes her two year old and holds him over the trash can to pee. Yes he thought that seeing his wee wee go in the trash can was hilarious. I did not. We also watched in horror/mysticism as a plane bound for New Delhi was almost crashed by the people trying to get on it. They were continually announcing for the people to "back 5 feet away from the door". We thought someone was going to get crushed. Finally we get on the plane and embark on the final leg of the journey, sort of--more story later.
It is time to sleep on the plane because when we land it will be 9am in Ireland. So goodnight for now, more stories to come.
Have a blessed evening and thanks for reading my blog.
Today we left for our epic journey to a land far far away. In order to fill you all in on the details and also so we can manage to remember ourselves, I will be chronicling our journey for you. So today we left... at 5:00am the alarm went off and we got ready to go. My good friend,Christie Bailey, was kind enough to come and pick us up and drive us all the way to the airport. I tell ya, they don't make friends like that any more. We checked in and went through security with no issues at all, except for one very unpleasant lady that was in the wrong line of work. If you want to be employed as a security line agent,you should really not mind working with people. Now we are ready to embark on the first leg of our trip. You see, Michael and I cannot just fly directly to Ireland, because we are WAY too cheap. We instead fly to Philadelphia, PA.
At 10:30am, the first leg of our journey is complete. Michael and I are in Philly and we have several objectives. We would like to see the Liberty Bell, Independence Hall and eat a Philly cheese steak. We are very simple to please.
In addition, Michael found this quaint little joint that was labled "Market East" on the map and we will go there too. So...we board the train, yes a real train, and take off for downtown Philly. There is a man that comes through the cars of the trains and gives you this little ticket that he punches out. You pay him and then put your ticket on the little slot on the chair in front of you. Soooo cool!!! The sights of Philly were not all that exciting but apparently we were in the right place for partying because the US soccer team was playing a World Cup game that very same day!!! Lots of fun on the train. Meanwhile Michael and I are trying to figure out why people were so spirited.
Our first stop on the journey toke us to the food mecca, I mean the Market East. It is SOOOOOO awesome. They have everything you would ever want in a Farmer's Market/bakery/arts and crafts fair. Michael and I drooled over the smells and food but didn't buy anything. As a bonus, I found $5 on the floor. I asked around but no one claimed it. Score $5 for me :) Now we are getting hungry so we travel on to the original Philly cheese steak place. We walked several blocks to find this particular store and when I say several, I mean 12. It's a good thing that decided to pack light for this trip. We both only have little carry-ons. The cheese steak was excellent, we ate outside. The place was called Campo's and was so busy that we really ate outside because there was nowhere else to sit. The city was buzzing with excitement about the game and on the walk back towards the center of town we passed the following things: Dole fruit juice stand giving out free samples, a guy playing the guitar, a drumline-where the bass drum had only one head and lots of duct tape, a man with two pythons draped over his body-one albino (we could've had our picture taken with him...), a stage with a man shouting in a microphone about how Jesus was a member of the KKK (he had several very well built body guards), and lots of people going to the soccer game.
Finally we make it to Independence Hall. We snap our pictures and look at it in awe. We also see the Liberty Bell from behind glass. We can't go inside because we have our luggage but we got close. As a bonus we also got to see the land where Ben Franklin's house used to be. It was torn down but they have a very neat museum there and you can see the foundations of his old house. After all the excitement we sit on a bench and contemplate what to do next. We still have several hours to kill before the next leg of the trip. As we sit and wonder, we remember all those wonderful goods at the Market (remember it is 12 blocks away?). Neither of us will say we want to go because it is kind of far but we are interested. We leave it to the flip of a coin. Heads-we get cookies, Tails-we head for the train. Heads it was and we started walking. The cookies were totally worth it. If you are ever in Philadelphia, go to the Market East!!!
Now for the second leg of our journey. We are not in Ireland yet. We have to hop on the subway, to take us to the Regional Rail. Then we take the Regional Rail to Trenton, NJ. Then we switch trains to take a NJ transit train to Newark, NJ. We then transfer to an Air Train which should conveniently whisk us over to the airport. That last train didn't work but it was alright with us because we figured, "What's a little more walking?" It wasn't really far to our gate. There were some other people thought that were extremely distraught that the train didn't work. There was this British guy that was complaining so badly I thought he might have an anxiety attach right there on the platform. He kept saying that the service was so terrible it was "shocking". This now becomes the fun word for our trip. We were laughing so hard at this guy. Everything we now see is "shocking"--please add a British accent for the full effect.
We are finally at the Newark Airport and we are waiting on our 10:00pm flight to Shannon Ireland. The anticipation is great and not without some airport entertainment. First we see a lovely display of foreigners not knowing our customs as a mother takes her two year old and holds him over the trash can to pee. Yes he thought that seeing his wee wee go in the trash can was hilarious. I did not. We also watched in horror/mysticism as a plane bound for New Delhi was almost crashed by the people trying to get on it. They were continually announcing for the people to "back 5 feet away from the door". We thought someone was going to get crushed. Finally we get on the plane and embark on the final leg of the journey, sort of--more story later.
It is time to sleep on the plane because when we land it will be 9am in Ireland. So goodnight for now, more stories to come.
Have a blessed evening and thanks for reading my blog.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Other People's Stupid things
3-23-10
Since I have thoroughly embarrassed myself by telling you all my stupid secrets, I will now proceed to make fun of others. I have seen and heard many a stupid thing in my life. But this first anecdote is by far my favorite. As told to me by a friend several years ago, I will put the story below. The only thing I will change are the names to protect the innocent and the stupid.
Bob and Jane were avid outdoors people. They enjoyed water skiing, tennis, golf, hiking, and anything in nature's playground. For this occasion, they had rented a houseboat for a long weekend excursion. It was mid-July and very hot out on the lake. On the first day of their vacation, Bob had failed to properly apply sunscreen and had a red ring around his body just above his shorts line. After lamenting his now uneven tan line, he came up with a solution. For the second day of outdoor fun, before leaving the interior of the boat, Bob decided to strip down naked so as to not have a spotty tan line from a misapplication. Jane was the attentive wife and diligently rubbed the sunscreen on all areas to prevent any red rings. She then took her towel and proceeded out the door to soak up the sun on the roof of the boat. She only got three steps out the door when she heard, "OH GOSH!!!" and turned to see her naked husband running back into the boat. Apparently he had forgotten that he was stark naked and was just following Jane out onto the roof of the boat. It wouldn't have been so bad if there hadn't been other boats docked in very visible range. After Jane picked herself up off the floor of the boat from her hysterics of laughter, she checked around to see if Bob had been seen streaking on their boat. There were a few skiers out in the morning water but it was doubtful that they were looking towards Bob and Jane. Needless to say, Bob put on his shorts and they went on about their day. Every once in awhile Jane would giggle and remember the sound of her husband realizing he was completely naked. It will always bring a smile to her face.
And to mine. If you knew Bob, you would laugh hard too.
I hope that you had fun laughing at Jane and Bob. The next story could be about you.
Hope you have a blessed evening and thanked for reading my blog.
Since I have thoroughly embarrassed myself by telling you all my stupid secrets, I will now proceed to make fun of others. I have seen and heard many a stupid thing in my life. But this first anecdote is by far my favorite. As told to me by a friend several years ago, I will put the story below. The only thing I will change are the names to protect the innocent and the stupid.
Bob and Jane were avid outdoors people. They enjoyed water skiing, tennis, golf, hiking, and anything in nature's playground. For this occasion, they had rented a houseboat for a long weekend excursion. It was mid-July and very hot out on the lake. On the first day of their vacation, Bob had failed to properly apply sunscreen and had a red ring around his body just above his shorts line. After lamenting his now uneven tan line, he came up with a solution. For the second day of outdoor fun, before leaving the interior of the boat, Bob decided to strip down naked so as to not have a spotty tan line from a misapplication. Jane was the attentive wife and diligently rubbed the sunscreen on all areas to prevent any red rings. She then took her towel and proceeded out the door to soak up the sun on the roof of the boat. She only got three steps out the door when she heard, "OH GOSH!!!" and turned to see her naked husband running back into the boat. Apparently he had forgotten that he was stark naked and was just following Jane out onto the roof of the boat. It wouldn't have been so bad if there hadn't been other boats docked in very visible range. After Jane picked herself up off the floor of the boat from her hysterics of laughter, she checked around to see if Bob had been seen streaking on their boat. There were a few skiers out in the morning water but it was doubtful that they were looking towards Bob and Jane. Needless to say, Bob put on his shorts and they went on about their day. Every once in awhile Jane would giggle and remember the sound of her husband realizing he was completely naked. It will always bring a smile to her face.
And to mine. If you knew Bob, you would laugh hard too.
I hope that you had fun laughing at Jane and Bob. The next story could be about you.
Hope you have a blessed evening and thanked for reading my blog.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Stupid Things #2
3-22-10
Don't be shocked. I know this is the second day in a row that I am blogging. Try and control your excitement and shock.
In continuing my story from yesterday, I must tell you another stupid thing I have done. Ok. Control your shock again. As hard as it was to believe that I did anything stupid, can you believe that I would do more than one stupid thing? Also try to repress your laughter. It hurts my feelings a little.
So, on to Stupid People Tricks #2...
My loving husband surprised me on our anniversary weekend with a ski trip to Maggie Valley. We had a wonderful trip that included skiing and relaxing. There was also a hot tub that we soaked in after a full day of skiing. As much as I love skiing and hot tubs all these activities tend to make the skin very dry. So after I hopped in the shower, I slathered on some lotion to soothe my crackling skin. Later on that day I noticed some red welts popping up on my inner arms. I was a little alarmed but I thought that it was a reaction to the travel lotion that I had packed. As the day wore on the patches of red on my arms began to burn and grow larger. By the end of the night I also had splotches on my legs that were burning as well.
When I showed my husband, he was appalled by the spots and was ready to take me to the hospital. He demanded to see what foreign product had created this massive outbreak on my body. I grabbed the travel lotion bottle and read to him the outside that said "extra moisturizing" and at the bottom in teeny tiny print it said "body wash." WHAT!!!! The body wash got me again. I had put soap all over me and left it on all day!!!!!!! I am so stupid. I immediately washed it off and applied real lotion and began the healing process. Luckily within the week my skin was back to normal and my ego was only slightly worse for the wear.
I leave you with these thoughts. Beware the body wash.
Have a blessed evening and thanks for reading my blog.
Don't be shocked. I know this is the second day in a row that I am blogging. Try and control your excitement and shock.
In continuing my story from yesterday, I must tell you another stupid thing I have done. Ok. Control your shock again. As hard as it was to believe that I did anything stupid, can you believe that I would do more than one stupid thing? Also try to repress your laughter. It hurts my feelings a little.
So, on to Stupid People Tricks #2...
My loving husband surprised me on our anniversary weekend with a ski trip to Maggie Valley. We had a wonderful trip that included skiing and relaxing. There was also a hot tub that we soaked in after a full day of skiing. As much as I love skiing and hot tubs all these activities tend to make the skin very dry. So after I hopped in the shower, I slathered on some lotion to soothe my crackling skin. Later on that day I noticed some red welts popping up on my inner arms. I was a little alarmed but I thought that it was a reaction to the travel lotion that I had packed. As the day wore on the patches of red on my arms began to burn and grow larger. By the end of the night I also had splotches on my legs that were burning as well.
When I showed my husband, he was appalled by the spots and was ready to take me to the hospital. He demanded to see what foreign product had created this massive outbreak on my body. I grabbed the travel lotion bottle and read to him the outside that said "extra moisturizing" and at the bottom in teeny tiny print it said "body wash." WHAT!!!! The body wash got me again. I had put soap all over me and left it on all day!!!!!!! I am so stupid. I immediately washed it off and applied real lotion and began the healing process. Luckily within the week my skin was back to normal and my ego was only slightly worse for the wear.
I leave you with these thoughts. Beware the body wash.
Have a blessed evening and thanks for reading my blog.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Stupid things
3-21-10
Do you ever do stupid things? I like to pretend that I am completely perfect and that at no time in my life have I EVER done anything that resembles stupid or less than perfect. We all know that it isn't true. No one is infallible, albeit some of us are more fallible than others, but I digress.
This morning I was reflecting on some stupid things that I have done which made me feel really dumb but in time I have decided to share because well, to other people it will be hilarious. I guess I am channeling my inner Pioneer Woman, my favorite blogger, to "Keep it Real".
One of the first anedotes that came to mind was an incident that took place in the shower. No, this is not X-rated. I am usually an early riser and generally get up first thing in the morning and jump in the shower. The hot water serves to wake me up and also soothe out any sore muscles I might have. On this particular morning, I washed my hair as usual and then put in the conditioner. I leave the conditioner in and wash it out after completing the other menial tasks I need to do (wash face, shave legs, etc..). After washing out the conditioner I realized that my hair was not the same smooth texture it should be. It was tangly and hard to run my fingers through. Thinking that I had not put enough conditioner in, I went through the process again. I put in the conditioner and this time got a lot into my hair and then promptly rinsed. The same result took place again. I was hesitant to get out of the shower with such a mess in my hair so I once more went to get the conditioner to put it in my hair. It is at this point I should tell you the layout of my shower.
We have a dispenser in our shower that holds our shampoo, conditioner, and body wash (soap for those of you who are boys). All of the little levers are labeled with the appropriate titles and they always remain in the same place. On this particular morning, I guess my brain was not into reading and was more about the colors. Because instead of reaching for the conditioner the third time around I reached for the same item I had put in my hair two times previously, the body wash. Yes, I had thoroughly washed my hair with body wash two times in a row and was reaching for a third time when I finally awakened to the problem. READ the label. Needless to say I was embarrassed and never told the story until now. You may think that it's no big deal but it was a very silly mistake and now can you can relentlessly retell the story and make fun of me. Please change the names to protect my status as a person who NEVER makes any stupid mistakes.
I will continue the sage of the stupid things I have done next time.
I hope that you have a blessed day and thanks for reading my blog!
Do you ever do stupid things? I like to pretend that I am completely perfect and that at no time in my life have I EVER done anything that resembles stupid or less than perfect. We all know that it isn't true. No one is infallible, albeit some of us are more fallible than others, but I digress.
This morning I was reflecting on some stupid things that I have done which made me feel really dumb but in time I have decided to share because well, to other people it will be hilarious. I guess I am channeling my inner Pioneer Woman, my favorite blogger, to "Keep it Real".
One of the first anedotes that came to mind was an incident that took place in the shower. No, this is not X-rated. I am usually an early riser and generally get up first thing in the morning and jump in the shower. The hot water serves to wake me up and also soothe out any sore muscles I might have. On this particular morning, I washed my hair as usual and then put in the conditioner. I leave the conditioner in and wash it out after completing the other menial tasks I need to do (wash face, shave legs, etc..). After washing out the conditioner I realized that my hair was not the same smooth texture it should be. It was tangly and hard to run my fingers through. Thinking that I had not put enough conditioner in, I went through the process again. I put in the conditioner and this time got a lot into my hair and then promptly rinsed. The same result took place again. I was hesitant to get out of the shower with such a mess in my hair so I once more went to get the conditioner to put it in my hair. It is at this point I should tell you the layout of my shower.
We have a dispenser in our shower that holds our shampoo, conditioner, and body wash (soap for those of you who are boys). All of the little levers are labeled with the appropriate titles and they always remain in the same place. On this particular morning, I guess my brain was not into reading and was more about the colors. Because instead of reaching for the conditioner the third time around I reached for the same item I had put in my hair two times previously, the body wash. Yes, I had thoroughly washed my hair with body wash two times in a row and was reaching for a third time when I finally awakened to the problem. READ the label. Needless to say I was embarrassed and never told the story until now. You may think that it's no big deal but it was a very silly mistake and now can you can relentlessly retell the story and make fun of me. Please change the names to protect my status as a person who NEVER makes any stupid mistakes.
I will continue the sage of the stupid things I have done next time.
I hope that you have a blessed day and thanks for reading my blog!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Hello World!
3-2-10
Well, here it is the second day of March and I am at home because it is snowing. What is up with that? Since I am stuck home and hubby is at school I have decided to update this here blog.
So, it was October the last time I wrote here. What has happened since then? Well, Christmas, New Year's Day, Lots of traveling, birthday, Valentine's Day, and lots of SNOW!!!!!!
Here is a picture of the snow for your viewing pleasure...
This is our house at the last snow. Right now, there is as much snow in our yard. YIKES!!!!
In other news, aside from the weather, Michael and I are super busy with the repair shop. There are clarinet re-pads and Bari Sax regulations galore in the basement. I will get to those right after I finish blogging.
My thoughts for the day are not very exciting. But I figure I am just priming the pump (so to speak) for better blogs to come in the near future. I guess this blog hasn't died yet. If you are still out and about checking to see if I will ever write again, be excited!
Have a great day and thanks for reading my blog (I forget which number).
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