Tales from a windy Hump Day

Sid called me this morning to invite me to lunch (I work from home), with one condition: go into the shed, get his green ice chest (he needs it for a BBQ at the office tomorrow), and bring it with me to lunch. Easy schmeezy. I get all prettied up and stroll over to the shed, and the spiteful latch gets stuck and pinches my hand once I'm finally able to break it loose. I grab the stupid cooler just in time for the door to slam in my face. To really top off my morning, the wind is gusting over 40 miles per hour (the magic of living in wide-open farming country) and by the time I get back inside, I look like a punk rocker from 1987. Believe it or not, in the end, this made me laugh.

I begin my journey to Addison with a renewed outlook. I will not let a wind storm, a pinched hand or punk rocker hair ruin my day. I pull onto the "highway" (it's really nothing more than a paved two lane road) and I'm stuck behind a stupid concrete truck. As luck would have it, HE'S behind a concrete truck, and THAT truck is behind a concrete truck and on and on. Apparently, I hit the road just in time to join the concrete truck convention and to celebrate, we were all going to drive 30 miles UNDER the speed limit. I decide to take a short cut, and if you know me, you know my short cuts are never shorter, but this is a lesson I cannot seem to learn. Sure enough, I'm almost to the Dallas Tollway when I encounter a giant orange road block sign. Fantastic.

Sid and I finally meet at Academy before lunch to look at screen houses (for an upcoming camping trip) and to purchase a new cooler (apparently, green cooler from the Shed of Satan is no longer good enough). It took under 30 seconds for Sid to find the cooler of his dreams that I swear he would marry if he hadn't already given his heart to me. It's big enough to provide shelter to a family of four AND their dog. He says it will hold 300 cans or something outrageous. I'm wondering when on earth we will ever need 300 cans, but nevertheless, we buy the cooler because he simply cannot live without it.

Gotta love Wednesdays!

Spring Cleaning

So, Sid and two of his bestest buddies took a road trip to Little Sahara in Oklahoma for a boy's weekend of ATV'ing. I am home alone and bored out of my mind. I was so tempted to dress up and hit the ground running to my favorite shopping destinations or call up a friend for coffee and a movie. Instead, I've decided to torture myself by staying indoors on an absolutely spectacular day and....drum roll....clean my closet! Oh boy! We're talking floor-to-ceiling organizing frenzy - clothes, shoes, handbags, belts. Nothing is safe.

I would post a before picture, but it's too disgusting and shameful for the world (well, not the world so much as my three or four blog readers) to see. First of all, I had no idea I was cultivating a dust farm in there. Where does all that dust come from - the A/C vent maybe? I never even noticed it until I got down on the floor, underneath all the clothes. Yuck. And for the record, I have enough clothes to dress an entire town, and if I'm being honest, one heck of an ugly town with some of the clothes I'm pulling out. I can't believe I've actually worn these things. Disgraceful. Now I'm a little nervous that the clothes I think are nice and fashionable are actually just as tacky but no one has the nerve to tell me.

Anywho, back to cleaning.

First time for everything...

Ahh, to blog or not to blog? That IS the question, for me anyway. I can't imagine any living soul finding interest in the day-to-day happenings of a woman, her husband and her two endlessly hair dropping dogs, one who, at this very moment, has decided that because our neighbors had the audacity to shut their car doors, he is entitled to a full blown bark explosion (I suppose it's only fair I add that while our neighbors are a family of four, they somehow manage to slam the car doors at least a dozen times. What are they doing over there? Practicing for a circus act?) See how exciting my blog will be? All this excitment on a Friday night.

So, it's decided. I'm going to give this blogging craze an all-American, halfhearted try! Let's introduce the cast:

Bear, our avenger of excessive car door slamming (with his "I may be a dog, but dang it, I'm sexy" saunter): And his lazy but loveable sidekick, Dixie!

And here is the happy couple, Leigh and Sid!
Do we look like fun, or what?