Today we are off to the Poconos. Another opportunity to make money is upon us. I'm nervous about this one. They are all a crap shoot these days. And since we don't spend our summers here on the East Coast, all the shows that I'm booking are foreign to me. Our last show in Rutland, VT (Rutucky as it is fondly called by the locals) was a bust. EEK. We need cash and I'm edgy.
So, off to the Pocono State Craft Festival we go tra la, tra la. The Poconos. Land of the heart shaped bed. We are staying at The Super 8. I looked. I couldn't find any heart shaped beds.
I went over to AAA yesterday to pick up a guide book because I've never been to the Poconos and I want to go on a family hike on Monday. As an afterthought I asked the rep if she could look up the way to drive there. I thougth I would compare it to mapquest. She brought out a map and got onto her computer. She showed me on the map and then asked if I wanted a triptik. Oh My No!! Can you imagine if everytime time I travelled that I got a triptik? I'd have a closet full by now. It would be like a scene in a movie where you open up the closet door and you get washed away in...triptiks. Oh no, no triptiks for me. I've got a billion maps already in the car. From Florida to Alaska, Canada to Mexico, Puerto Rico to Hawaii, I've got it all. I can navigate the US quite well without a triptik thank you. I politely told her that it wasn't necessary and came home.
It seems that the Poconos has a lot of waterfalls and the Delaware Water Gap reserve. There will be ample opportunity to do something nature like and fun.
Oh, I know that some of my links are screwy. I'll fix them this weekend while we're watching HBO (kid fun in the hotel).
Off for another crap shoot.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
OUR MAILBOX
I really like our mailbox.
It is red with yellow and blue dots.
I have no idea why it is posting in these funky colors but, hey, it's posting.....
Yep, this is our mailbox.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
WANTING TO KNOW WHERE I'VE BEEN...
I've been earnestly trying to post new pictures onto my blog. Really that's exactly what I've been doing.
The first one that I tried a few days ago worked like a charm! I interrupted important television watching so that the whole family could come and marvel at my feat of wonder. They did their appropriate "Yeah, that's cool" quips and resumed their television viewing.
I was so excited.
Oh, the pictures I can post.
The wonders that the very few who travel by here can see.
The glimpse of my most fascinating and intriguing life that they can experience with their visual cortexes.
But, alas, the computor blog God/Godess has failed me. That bugger has let me down!
No longer can I post a picture without Safari crashing. I am going to have to go the "blogger help group" and participate in some "posting pictures for the technologically challenged" group therapy. I emailed blogger support and got an email back telling me that I should try all these insightful "help" places first. Of course, I have already been there. I'm an engineer's daughter I'll have you know and very anal and methodical (when I need to be). Ah poop. And yes, I've sat down with husband and been to "how to reduse the resolution of your pictures" school. We got to travel to photoshop and everything! And by the way, he is not technologically impaired and he has no idea why this is happening.
Now after all that ranting....does anyone else out there have a mac powerbook G4 and use safari and "HOW THE HELL DO YOU GET YOUR PHOTOS TO POST!?!"
I'm calm now.
On the lighter side...we have purchased an antique stove. We were driving to a friend's party here in Saratoga Springs, NY. As we are driving, exactly at the same time, husband and I spot an antique stove that was sitting on someone's porch and there was a big sheet hanging from the porch that said, "Appliances for sale". Husband starts turning the car around. Girl #2 is the back yelling, "Oh no you don't! Don't stop." It was for sale...$60 bucks. It's an old "quality" brand made in 1936 and she's a beauty. Old enamel, beautiful tags, cool controls. All the bits that can rust have. We are going to convert her (maybe it's a him) into a cabinet. We're going to sand off the rust parts and paint them. Husband wants to keep our dishes in it. He wants to be able to say "Get the dishes out of the stove, please." It is our anniversary present to each other. 19 is the antique stove year.
Alas, no picture yet. Can you feel how forlorn I am?
I just know that you have been wanting to know where I've been...
The first one that I tried a few days ago worked like a charm! I interrupted important television watching so that the whole family could come and marvel at my feat of wonder. They did their appropriate "Yeah, that's cool" quips and resumed their television viewing.
I was so excited.
Oh, the pictures I can post.
The wonders that the very few who travel by here can see.
The glimpse of my most fascinating and intriguing life that they can experience with their visual cortexes.
But, alas, the computor blog God/Godess has failed me. That bugger has let me down!
No longer can I post a picture without Safari crashing. I am going to have to go the "blogger help group" and participate in some "posting pictures for the technologically challenged" group therapy. I emailed blogger support and got an email back telling me that I should try all these insightful "help" places first. Of course, I have already been there. I'm an engineer's daughter I'll have you know and very anal and methodical (when I need to be). Ah poop. And yes, I've sat down with husband and been to "how to reduse the resolution of your pictures" school. We got to travel to photoshop and everything! And by the way, he is not technologically impaired and he has no idea why this is happening.
Now after all that ranting....does anyone else out there have a mac powerbook G4 and use safari and "HOW THE HELL DO YOU GET YOUR PHOTOS TO POST!?!"
I'm calm now.
On the lighter side...we have purchased an antique stove. We were driving to a friend's party here in Saratoga Springs, NY. As we are driving, exactly at the same time, husband and I spot an antique stove that was sitting on someone's porch and there was a big sheet hanging from the porch that said, "Appliances for sale". Husband starts turning the car around. Girl #2 is the back yelling, "Oh no you don't! Don't stop." It was for sale...$60 bucks. It's an old "quality" brand made in 1936 and she's a beauty. Old enamel, beautiful tags, cool controls. All the bits that can rust have. We are going to convert her (maybe it's a him) into a cabinet. We're going to sand off the rust parts and paint them. Husband wants to keep our dishes in it. He wants to be able to say "Get the dishes out of the stove, please." It is our anniversary present to each other. 19 is the antique stove year.
Alas, no picture yet. Can you feel how forlorn I am?
I just know that you have been wanting to know where I've been...
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