Monday, March 28, 2011

Geek Survives Ides, Welcomes Spring, and Dreams of Nut Meat

Wow.  I found my blog!  Cool.

Spring has sprung here in Texas and Evil Twin and I are suffering from spring fever.  This fever must have affected my sleep patterns as my dreams have been incredibly strange lately.

One night I was having the typical "fear of failure" dream where I signed up for college courses, somehow forget to attend them, and it's time for the finals.  Ugh.  While I'm having this dream, I'm telling myself that I have this dream a lot.  Within this dream, I've lost my car in the parking garage.  I approach the stairs to go down to the parking area and when I emerge, I'm in a youth rally.  I repeat this process over and over again, visiting non-functional toilets along the way.

I finally got up and took care of some business in the loo and at least that non-functional toilet dream went away.  I don't know what to think about the other dream (s).  WAS it spring fever?  Or was it the wine?  Or was it the wine and the banana nut bread?

Ugh. Never again. Not a good mix (nuts).

Later in the week I noticed the conflict between my running shoes had escalated.   Sheesh.  You can't let them rest anywhere near each other without them fussing over who has the best heel or laces or shine or....

Big-Heel-Silver-Blue sticks out his tongue, 
mocking Shiny-Lower-Heel's attempts at punching.

HOLY KEEP YOUR LACES ON!  I wish they would get over themselves.

With all this craziness, I think I've lost my nutmeats gone nuts.  I received this photo in an email:

Yep.  That explains the lapses in thought and coordination I've been having.  I havn't gone "nuts".  I am nuts and I'm a light snack.


Or maybe it's just that my birthday is Wednesday.  

I've decided that I'll be 35 instead of quite a few years older than that.    You can do that, right?

Photo credits:  Shoe fight: Reffie,  Zombie Nuts:  Bent Objects

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Geeks Sail on Rough Seas, Meet Dophins, and Photograph a Butt Crack

Sigh.  Vacation's over.  It's back to the real world.....or what's left of it.

We were on a cruise last week and decided to take a break from the real and online world.   It felt great although Evil Twin kept trying to wake me up in the middle of the night to sneak down to the library for some Facebook and blog time.  Fortunately, Evil Twin is a bit frugal and just couldn't bring herself to pay by the minute to use the Internet.   

Instead of logging on during the wee hours of every night, I somehow braced myself against the moving ship, felt my way in the dark to find the bathroom remembering to step up as I opened the door.  I bumped into the tiny shower, found the toilet, peed, flushed, washed, and crawled back to the bed. I never get over how hard it is to pee during the night on a ship!

Later in the week, we finally gave in and got online to check something at my bank.  GREAT SHAKE IN THE MORNING!  I was greeted with the ruins of Japan at the hands of a most hateful Mother Earth.  Sigh.  So very sad.

On a lighter note, we had a nice time on our trip.  There was a Mardi Gras parade on the Promenade which was apparently a yearly event on this ship with repeat cruisers staring in the show.  I found some adorable beads for the celebration at a Mardi Gras festival in Galveston:

Yes, sweet dancin' dolphins!

I was thrilled to see the graceful creatures swimming in Galveston Bay as our ship was leaving.

Evil Twin was sure they were up to something.  She muttered something about a secret meeting with the cats that evening.

I decorated the cabin pup for Mardi Gras:

As usual, I missed out on a photo of an older couple wearing matching costumes complete with flashing lights.


Later in the week, we took a snorkeling excursion on Roatan.  I saw lots of coloful fishies playing on the reef, most memorably a sea turtle and a baby barracuda.  That little guy was probably hoping for a pre-lunch nibble.  Then it was time for our lunch: 

 Meet Bob and his butt crack.  Sorry, Dude.

I'm glad it was only cheese and onion least I THINK that's what it was...

In Belize, we bounced on a bus on a bumpy road to arrive at the bat cave:

Yes, those are bats.  Those messy little creatures! Now I realize why it was a bit slippery in there. We also got to shimmy around avoiding decapitation by stalactites and removal of male genitalia by stalagmites.  The guides kept our adrenaline flowing with other fun stuff like rappelling and flying on a zipline:

 Whee!  There goes Hubby!

It was a nice break but it's always good to be back and sleeping in my own bed.  I brought back a bit of a cold so it's been a week of sneezing, coughing, blowing, and making sure I know where the soft tissues are around here.

I hope you are having a great week.  I'll be happy to send you my cold.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Beaded Yellow Bird Reports This Week's Business

Hi there, folks!  E. Vile Tweety here, blogging in for Reffie and Evil Twin.  "E" as in heck-if-I-know but Reffie told me the Vile is because I'm a messy birdie, squeezing thru the bars of my cage and pooping all over the place.

Reffie, Evil Twin, and Hubby are going away for awhile.  Reffie said something about white coats so it must be cold and dark where they are going.


Sheesh.  What is with her today?

Anybirdie, here's my mug shot: 

 Aren't I a Purdy Birdie?

I taut I taw a Puddy Tat.  Whoa.  I did.  I did.

I can't imagine what that tart did for those beads.

And what's with dis dude?  


"Puddy Tat, stop swatting at those feathers!"

That silly thing.  I also caught her going after Reffie's Finisher Medal from Sunday's Cowtown Half Marathon.  Bad Kitty!  Reffie worked hard to finish that race.  She said it felt like summer with warm temps, high humidity and a brisk southern breeze in her face as she had to climb a Texas mountain at mile 9.    Even so, she eked out a personal best and has been stuck on herself for the last few days.  Two years ago it was 27 degrees with a brisk northern breeze and she complained about that, too.  There is NO pleasing that girl.

Evil Twin is very excited about Mardi Gras.  She has been reviewing some wicked margarita recipes and is ready for the party.  She insisted we all wear those shiny chains around our necks.   Sheesh.  That's just something else to drive that despicable black furry beast nuts.    She also said she hopes that you get the bird when you eat the King Cake.  Hearing this is deeply disturbing.


Baby?  Oh, my.  That is truy evil.  

Oh, I get it now.  E.Vile is evil.


"1.00s, 1.50s, 1.75s for the short arms. If you know what I'm talking about, you're probably old, too."

"Boomer brain fog: What was the last, middle, and first part of what you just said to me?"