This is going to be harder then I thought.

It will have to be done in parts, otherwise I will have a post that is ten pages long. Still working on it.

I HATE having my picture taken, so I have NO pictures of me. At least not from the neck down. I avoid the camera like I would a plague. So Ben is going to take some pictures of me later today.

Because of this I can’t answer some of your requests. I have no formal portraits of my family, and I have no pictures of me with my friends. I DO HAVE friends. I’m always the one who wields the camera, so I’m not in the pictures.

Also… booze bottle collection can’t do that either, I don’t drink… well I drink, just not alcohol. No coffee machine at my house either, so if you come to visit, stop at the gas station first if you need some. I don’t mind if others drink… it’s just BYOB at my barbecues.

I think those are the only ones I can’t do. Now I’ll start working on the ones I can… should have a post done and up tomorrow. Ang

Maybe even tonight…

Well, my one year Xangaversary has come and gone… like three weeks ago… come on, I hardly remember my real anniversary, How am I to remember this one?

Anyway, I don’t know why I’m doing this other then for some strange reason I want too, and I suppose I know that even if you ask, I don’t HAVE to do it. I will try though.

Go ahead, if there is something in my world that you want to see, ask and I’ll try to take a picture of it and post it. No getting crazy and asking for things I just CAN’T show… like me in a bathing suit, that isn’t going to happen.

The post will be up until Monday late afternoon, That will give me the weekend to take pictures.

Ang

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Some things fall under will NOT show… underwear pictures… naked pics… laundry pile…  

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Well, I’ve had my first Mail art casualty. Jess didn’t get her’s so a new one is in the works. It has forced me to rethink several other things because they are in the same types of slide boxes. I’ve come up with some other ideas though and their getting started this weekend. I hope to have everyone’s out by the end of the month.

There was a small cellophane envelope on the top with the care and feeding of an eyeball instructions…

It was fate I guess because I know I can come up with something better.

It haunts me still, after almost, but not quit twenty years.  Thanks so much to Blue Marsupial for dredging up the memory…

Growing up my sister and I were opposites in almost every way. She was tall, thin and brunette, I was short, round,(in my mind curvy)and blonde. The differences went beyond appearance.

D was an extrovert to an extreme I wasn’t quite as introverted as I would have been if she wasn’t around, and we were almost always together. Sometimes a good thing and sometimes bad. I would like to say it was because of our great love, respect and adoration for each other. It unfortunately, has more to do with the fact that I am almost two years her senior and had a drivers licence and car.

It all happened one fine summer day.  Mamala, sister and I were sitting in the kitchen together, enjoying each others company and the fine summer weather, all of the windows and doors in the house were open.

We lived in the small but idealistic town of Williamsburg, our house was in the center of the Burg. Not much happened there with out everyone knowing about it.  

As we sat and talked I felt it coming over me, that pressing feeling we all experience at sometime or other. Normally I would have gotten up and left the room. I’m not one to pollute someone elses air space intentionally. This day I chose not to, I was comfortable and we were in the middle of a conversation, so out it slipped… As far as farts go it wasn’t impressive, not terribly loud or smelly.

I said excuse me and was moving on when I noticed the shock on my sister’s face.

“You farted…” it was said softly, her mouth dropped open. “You farted” she said again.

“ I said excuse me” I started to say but was interrupted when she started to laugh.

 ”YOU farted…” Her voice was getting increasingly louder, she had jumped from her seat and had a giant grin on her face…

“I said EXCUSE ME.” I said trying to make myself heard over her increasingly loud laughter and now continuing chant “YOU FARTED! YOU FARTED!…” Over and over. My mother started to laugh too.

I didn’t understand this reaction from someone who often cut one loose wherever she was with a small chuckle or sometimes even a “Wow, that was a good one.” depending on who was around.

I could feel the heat of my face as the blood rushed to it. The sound of screen doors slamming echoed throughout the Burg, as the neighbors rushed to their porches straining to see what all of the excitement was over.

Finally my sister calmed down, with only the occasional giggle and hiccup. Wiping the tears from her eyes the laughter had squeezed out, she just grinned at me.

“What was that about?” I asked. Not really knowing what to expect.

“I just have never heard you fart before.” was the reply.

To which I responded “I many NEVER fart again.”

The next morning we picked up my friend Shelly for the drive to school. D sat quietly in the back seat, while Shelly took her place beside me.

“SO.” She said “I heard you farted.”

They both started laughing. I should have made them walk.

Good bye my friends. If you don’t hear from me again it’s because my sister has killed me. Ang

I don’t know what to post. So I’m back to the babbling blog.

 Ben and I emptied out the sun room and tore the carpeting out. Then put everything back into the sun room until I decide what kind of flooring to put into it. I’m leaning towards bamboo…

Everyone knows I’m a tree hugger… well when it’s convenient… I still have that fence sitter thing going on for a lot of issues. Like Hybrid cars… don’t get me started.

Why are decisions so hard lately? Even a paint color for the walls is going to be hard. I think I’ll just stick with good old cream.

I’ve always wanted a black and white checkered floor… but I’m not sure it would be great for the resale value of the house, which is unfortunately, something we have to be thinking about right now. For reasons it would take forever to go into. It involves a whole lot more of those decisions that I have SO much trouble making.

When I was younger I spent a month once drawing my home of the future. It was going to be in a giant tree where you walked through a hidden door and down a staircase, spiral of course.

At the bottom was a limitless amount of room. I just kept adding them. I had a swimming pool, gymnasium, art room and creative center, guest rooms galore, I even put in a hockey rink just for my friend Shelly.  I’m not sure I had a bathroom in the whole house, I wasn’t exactly worrying about being practical.

The best part was the bedroom. If you went up the spiral stair case, there was a room at the top of the tree, that looked out over everything I wanted to see. Not just a view, EVERYTHING I wanted to see… I could see Paris, the Eiffel Tower, Mount Olympus, I had a thing for Greek Gods, the neighbor boys skate ramp… let’s just say he was very Grecian.

Oh and the ceiling. That was probably the best. It was glass and I could see the stars through the foliage while I laid in bed or soaked in the bath. Yes, there was a bath tub, even then I was a bath fanatic, just no bathroom.

 I remember spending many a night laying in the middle of the road with that same neighbor boy watching the stars and wishing I had a see through ceiling. The neighbor boy grew up to be a BIG disappointment, but the stars are still beautiful.

Well, my problem now isn’t a ceiling, its a floor.  It all looked so much easier on paper when I was sketching out my little plans. Now I’m having trouble with a paint color.

These are what I call buffalo ducks. I don’t know why I call them that, I’m not even sure that’s what they are. They never let you get very close. The males are black and white, the females are a shiny brown and they have crests on their heads similar to a wood ducks.

Thanks you guys, for all of you thought’s, ideas and hopes about soul mates. Now I have things to cogitate (I love that word) on for a while.

Thanks.

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After intensive research… (three minutes at the Duck’s Unlimited identification sight) ahem…

I have discovered that the ducks above could be one of three types of duck…

The Barrow’s goldeneye, the common Goldeneye, or the …. Bufflehead duck.

Now probably when I was younger my Pop had identified them as a Bufflehead… he may have said Buffalo duck…  or I may have just heard it that way, the jury is out on that one.

When I was looking at the pictures though they look much more like the goldeneye to me, but since they never let you get close enough to see their eye, it will remain a mystery, at least until I take binoculars with me.

All right… So I can think of nothing interesting to blog about. It’s pretty bad when even your pretend world isn’t interesting any more.

No Elvis sightings in the grocery store, no more magic corner, (although I haven’t tried it out yet this year) no more disappearing boxes of poison. Don’t worry it wasn’t for Ben. 

 I spoke with him and he definitely isn’t into prostituting himself out, SO I need to come up with something else.

I would say I will stop posting until something interesting happens, but then I might not ever get to post again. Can you tell I’m being a BIG baby. I know my life can be fun… I mean we had a pretty good time this weekend. Walking the beach and hitting the Seven Bridges park… I thought I would spare you the pictures of that one, for now, since my blog has been going photo crazy lately.

I know let’s do a quick Poll…

How many of you believe in SOUL MATES?

Who believes that they have found theirs?

BEWARE HYPETHETICAL QUESTION BELOW.

Assuming you believe in a SOUL MATE and that you haven’t already found him/her, if you had a chance to find yours and spend a week with him/her and then you would never be able to see or talk to  him/her again, would you do it?

OR would you rather live out the rest of your life never meeting him/her?

I’d better clarify that this is writing research… I’m not searching… So no offers… Although  I’m thinking Demi Moore had the right idea when she took the million dollars from Robert Redford…

Anyone have a million and a Robert Redford lying around? Actually if there’s a Demi out there for Ben I might be able to convince him…

John William Waterhouse…  Apollo and Daphne

Maybe it’s the adolescent humor that I some times succumb to but this one gives me dirty thoughts.

It is actually quite subliminal if you study it… I wonder if John was hiding a little S&M fetish…

Opeliah

And his women always look so sad and needy. I still like him though… all except one, and it has nothing to do with the painting itself. When I was living in Utah I was a mat cutter for Provo Art and Frame… I loved the job, but there were certain pictures that I saw so many times coming in to frame that it would make my eyes cross.

This is one of them.

The Lady of Shallot

There is a lot of very cool symbolism in this picture, but i don’t think any of the girls hanging it on their dorm room walls ever noticed.

I’ll stop forcing you to look at morose women but their so well painted and beautiful…

Can you tell not much going on today.

What do you all think of Waterhouse?

This morning the bay was a mirror. These guys seemed to be enjoying it. I love how the one keeps staring at himself.

We had to go to Elk Rapids today. We were going to install a stained glass piece in my grandparents house as a surprise before they come back from their winter residence. It didn’t quite get done though so we will go back next weekend.

Pop and Uncle Jay were working on setting in new steps so they put the kids to work.

My Pop is such a slave driver. The kids didn’t want to leave. MAybe I could farm them out for hard labor to make the extra money for the car.

They were great cement mixers.

Afterward we went down to the harbor. I love Elk Rapids. Ben and I both grew up there. I want this fish.  The painting on it is of the bridge to The Island House. Ben and I were married at the end of this bridge. It’s one of my favorite places.

I think they might notice if the fish came up missing though so I will just have to live with the photo.

We took the kids for a walk on the beach. This is Elk Lake. It comes in from Lake Michigan too. It has great beaches some are a little rocky, but there is a beach behind the power dam that is so sandy and perfect. It’s a local secret, so if you ever make it there tell no one I let you in on it.

It was such a wonderful day today. These are zebra mussels… NOT indigenous to the Great Lakes… NOT a good thing, but very pretty. NOT a fun thing to step on in bare feet.

Just because it’s beautiful.

And last… but not the least.

Isabelle found a bunch of crayfish claws and Daddy found a crayfish carcass for her. She brought them all home and they are now sitting on the porch drying out. I’m sure they will start to smell soon. She used the carcass to chase her brother all over the beach and torture him in the car all of the way home. I don’t know where she gets her mean streak from. (MUAHahaha)

It’s late… or early depending how you look at it.

I can’t stop thinking.

*sigh*

Wish I could just open up and remove stuff sometimes.

Anyone else ever felt like that?