Thursday, February 19, 2009

An Easy Mystery

What am I?

Perhaps a clue?

Or two?

The jig is undoubtedly up by now.

I am... affection. Very determined affection.

Sunday, February 08, 2009

A Lovely Day

I was up at 8:00 this morning. Yeah, I'm having a hard time believing it too. By 9:00, I had stopped at the gas station for two of their largest coffees (yes, both for me) and was making my way to my friend's house. By 10:00, the coffee was gone, which made me sad, but the auction was underway!

I made it home without a table, but only 'cause I lost that bid. Darnit. But the one that got away were 6 of some of the most beautiful dining room chairs I'd ever seen. Those are bugging me. *sigh*

I'll post pictures soon, but I didn't leave empty handed. I got the cool antique desk chair I wanted. Also, I wanted a milk crate full of beautiful little chunks of oak and I ended up getting the whole blasted shelf o'crap. Some stuff was trashed (several feet of cracked hose), some was claimed by my friend (like the weather stripping that is the perfect size for her garage door) and some was set aside for goodwill (an assortment of pet food bowl, lots of stainless steel boat bits, some phallic looking THING that was called a 3" long test ball, etc). I got the whole shelf for $20, and one of the router bits in the new toolbox is worth about double that, so that works out but I actually managed to only pay $13 for everything 'cause a couple of guys came over and offered a couple of bucks for the whatsits that they were hoping to get off the shelf. One guy gave me $2 for a huge pulley, and another guy gave me $5 for a couple of covered plastic buckets. I love auctions, I really do.

I wanted another crate of wood, but it was on a rack and they sold ALL of the stuff on the rack as one lot. Of course the wood was all I wanted so I let it go. Bonus: the person who won left the crate of wood when he hauled off everything else! Yes! So my friend and I nonchalantly picked that crate up on our way out. (Realistically, "nonchalant" means you should be hearing the spy hunter theme as we skulk nearby, scurry over - looking very guilty - to our target, grab the crate (and nearly jerk our arms off picking it up - wood is HEAVY) and scurry away again. Master spies? Not so much.)

One other thing I got for free? A slight sunburn. The day was perfect - sunny and clear, right around 70 degrees - a beautiful, beautiful day. It was a bit chilly in the shade, with the breeze, but I wore layers and was fine. I spent the day with a good friend, kicked back enjoying the day and the really fine people watching opportunity. You know, until I moved here, I didn't really understand why they'd call a color "Carolina blue." There wasn't a cloud in the sky all day.

Then we went back to her house to feast on cresent rolls, New York State wine and really yummy homemade soup. Dessert was some pastry thing that J. makes that is SO good, and the cap to the evening was playing their PS3 - the Star Wars Lego game, which I love.

So, it was a very very good day. Hope yours was wonderful too!

Sunday, February 01, 2009

The Centipede

This guy was lonely and so he decided life would be more fun if he had a pet.

So he went to the pet store and told the owner that he wanted to buy an unusual pet.

After some discussion he finally bought a centipede, (100 leg bug), which came in a little white box to use for his house.

He took the box home, found a good location for the box, and decided he would start off by taking his new pet to the bar for a drink.

So he asked the centipede in the box, 'Would you like to go to Frank's place with me and have a beer?

But there was no answer from his new Pet. This bothered him a bit, but he waited a few minutes and then asked him again, 'How about going to the bar and having a drink with me?'

But again there was no answer from his new friend and pet. So he waited a few minutes more, thinking about the situation. He decided to ask him one more time. This time putting his face up against the centipede's house and shouting, 'Hey, in there! Would you like to go to Frank's place and have a drink with me?'


A little voice came out of the box: 'I heard you the first time! I'm putting my fucking shoes on!'