5 Things

1. My dog is a freak. This is how she spends 90% of her sleeping time (which is about 89% of her overall time).









2. On Friday I drove to the cute little downtown of Georgetown, Texas. I searched for some antiques. Here is what resulted...

My purchase. I love Delft.









3. While there, I also snapped some pictures...

Cute little alleyway in Georgetown.

The county courthouse.







4. Last night we made Bananas Foster for dessert (or Flaming Bananas, as my family always called them growing up...sometime I will have to write about the time(s) my dad lost an eyebrow in the process).

I was so excited to do this. I mean, who doesn't love fire and rum? I tied my hair back, made sure nothing was in burning distance, and stood back to light the mixture. The problem with last night's attempt was that they didn't have the flame part going on. Failure. I think the rum burned off too quickly. (Why is all the rum gone? Where has all the rum gone? Name that movie.) Here is what they looked like:

I call this my face my Evil, Try to Light the Booze on Fire-face.

But, alas, no fire. Who cares. The bananers were still delish.




5. On Thursday, I got together with our special ed. posse from school for a summer reunion at Chuy's. I love me some creamy jalapeno :-) Stephanie bought us all Big Girl (Disney) sippy cups. I represented Snow White of the bunch, which was very fitting, given my pasty-white complexion. (Although the pasty-whiteness is getting better, considering how much swimming in the pool/creek I've done this summer.)

That's all for now! Happy Monday :-)

Dreams

I have never been a deep sleeper. Typically, it takes me quite awhile to fall asleep, and then I wake up several times during the night, tossing and turning. This means that I spend a good portion of my sleep in Dreamland, dreaming of who-knows-what...usually my dreams are excessively strange.

For example, this one from several years ago stands out in my mind. I went to Toys R Us to buy a new purse. (In case you didn't know, the best purses come from Toys R Us...or something.) While there, I also purchased a large amount of vegetable oil. Don't ask. On the way out, it started raining, and these GIANT snapping turtles came up out of the puddles and started chasing me. These were not your typical turtles either. In a race between the tortoise(s) and the hare, my dream-turtles definitely would have won. Eventually, I managed to outrun them, but only after hopping over a large guardrail and having a nearby cop pull out his gun. Interpret that one...I DARE you.

This week I have really gotten into a book by Philippa Gregory, who writes historic fiction, based on the royal families of Europe from long ago. Right now, I'm reading The White Queen, about Queen Elizabeth of York. Apparently, I've been a little too into it, as last night my dream involved me hiding out with all my allies in the Tower of London. Trust me...if I ever had to hide out, a creepy place like the Tower of London is the last place I would go.



Also, later in the night, I dreamed that I went shopping at Kohl's, only to get suckered into helping with their day care program. Summer vacation, and apparently I still can't get away from kids. Sad.

Critters

I love my dog. I really do. There are actually a lot of animals I love...but some that I'm not so crazy about. As in, if I see anything that slithers, I usually run away/scream/cry/all of the above. No joke. There is a reason that Satan was a serpent in the Bible. So, with all that being said, this is the joke that my friends played on me last month when we were fishing at one of their cabins in Michigan.



Along this same subject line, since moving to Texas, Dutch Boy and I have experienced some other interesting critters. (By interesting, I mean, I'm not a fan.) There was the time several months ago when I turned the alarm clock off at 5:32 a.m., stumbled out of bed, and opened the shower curtain, only to hear something scurrying through the shower. I am also, it's decided, not a fan of cockroaches...especially those of the Texas variety. Everything IS bigger in Texas. Anyways, I woke up sleeping Dutch Boy and made him go kill it for me. Now that's love.

Our apartment has a fireplace. (Why? I have no idea. Rarely does it get below 40 degrees here, so fires are not typically a necessity.) Anyways, last winter we bought a load of firewood, and I had burned through all but the last several pieces. One day when it was actually cool enough to justify a fire, I started one when I got home from school. Several minutes later, I happened to look over on the hearth and noticed a swarm of ants. A colony of RED ANTS had decided to make its nest inside MY firewood. So, what was there to do? I grabbed the vacuum, pulled off the hose, and sat like a crazed woman for the next half hour, sucking up evil red ants and secretly relishing the chance to do so.

And lastly? We had potatoes go bad in the cupboard awhile back. I'm not going to disgust you with the details, because a)you might be eating, and, b)I don't want you to hate me forever. Just use your imagination and think of the worst thing that could possibly be discovered inhabiting my potatoes.