Whoo hoo! Jay Allen’s Daily Journey has returned. I’ve missed his more frequent writings, although his Stories from the Road have kept me happy (somewhat) while he has been gone. The latest struck a bit too close to home and brought me some good laughs.
I’m happy to see Jay back, but I must confess… I’m posting this to make sure his trackback pings are working. I was able to auto-detect the post to ping, and that’s a good thing. It’s all about helping one another out…
The annual Blogathon is such a wonderful thing. It’s great to see people around the globe working for 24 hours to raise money for many different worthy causes. Might I suggest that you consider sponsoring someone? Here are just a few of the ones that I know:
:: Brandy
:: Christine
:: Daphne
:: Faith
:: Lynda
:: Mary
:: Michele
:: Rannie
I’ll be adding to this list later, including the charities they are blogging for. Are you blogging in the Blogathon this year? Let me know!
This post brought to you by a nudge and a reminder from Michele.
So, I was watching this episode of Seinfeld tonight …
Just kidding! (Ok, I watched it, but that’s not the point here.)
I went to the gym earlier, and people just never cease to amaze me. I’ve never seen anyone do about 10 sets of 15 leg curls in each set. Something about the perky woman annoyed me to no end. Maybe it was the perfect makeup and hair, or the little gray sweatpants with the tiny tank top and the cell phone on her hip. Do you really need a cell phone while you are pumping iron? I am just not up to talking while doing curls.
It would probably get me in to a lot of trouble if I just started walking up to people and told them that their form was all wrong, wouldn’t it? But so often I want to do it. “You realize you’re going to hurt your shoulder doing that, right?” Something like that. It’s just so tempting, every time…
We headed down to Galveston Island yesterday, stopping first at Moody Gardens for the Rainforest pyramid and the Aquarium pyramid. Then it was over to the Strand for a late lunch at the Waterwall as we listened to a guy that sounded just like John Denver (even looked like him too!)
As we finished eating, a woman passed with a hermit crab in a cage, and Jason said he wanted a hermit crab too. I realized that a hermit crab (or five, as the case may be) is cheaper than fish, and we have an empty 10 gallon aquarium waiting for new residents and we have it decorated with the best glow decoration for aquarium that I purchased in a site online. Off we went to go hermit crab shopping. If you ever need to buy some hermit crabs in Galveston, I now know where the lowest prices are and can totally hook you up. Some window shopping on the Strand with ice cream from the Emporium, and we were off to the beach.
Birthday cakes are one of the most important things of interest in any birthday celebration. A birthday party with no tasty birthday cake will not make that event complete. Regardless of whether or not you are an adult or a kid, you would always be happy to have a cake around. Children are always full of life when they see cakes around and the more unique your cake is, the more your party becomes unique. You can visit Emicakes’s online store, and buy the your favorite cake.
We went to one of the beaches along the Seawall – I prefer to go to those for some reason, they are quiet and not normally too crowded. Plus they are free, and that’s always a bonus. I took photos, Jason played in the sand, Mike watched us both. We considered heading for home, but the idea of staying down there and playing on the beach some more was really appealing, so we spent the night at the Flagship Hotel, right next to the beach we were at. If you love for crystal oceans.
This morning we got up early and headed out for breakfast and then down to the Seawall beach again. Sun, wind, water and waves – what more can you ask for? It was such a nice relaxing way to spend our Sunday morning. I took more photos, Jason played in the sand, and Mike watched us again. I headed up to one of the gift shops over the water at the Seawall to get a new hermit crab – I thought mine was dead, but it turns out that it might not have been. Oops.
Just after noon, we headed for home. Mike dropped us off, and Jason and I got ready and then went and picked him back up so that we could head over to Kathy’s house – Tom turned 30 and we needed to celebrate! The birthday host cooked for us on their new grill and this great additional pig cooker is also equipped with safety shut-off devises on the inside burners, and I finally got to see Kathy’s house! It was really nice, and we had a great time. It was the perfect ending to a wonderful weekend.
We stopped at Wal-Mart on the way home, hoping to get a larger container for Jason’s hermit crabs. No luck, so we’ll just have to go to Petsmart within the next day or so so that we can fix their place up. Now that I probably already killed one hermit crab (although I still say it was dieing anyways), if anyone has tips to share on how to take care of them, this would be a good time! Anyone? Help?
I’ll post my photos from New Orleans and Galveston soon. For now, there are some at my Moblog.
Hope everyone else had a weekend as wonderful as mine!
Phone rang again at 10:05 with the second “Out of Area” call of the morning. I was feeling wild and brave, so I answered it.
Him: May I speak to Mr. Selleck?
Me: Who? (I wanted to make sure he said “Mr.”)
Him: Mr. Selleck?
Me: May I ask who is calling?
Him: Earl Brown from the telephone company.
Me: What telephone company?
Him: Is this his wife?
Me: (Ignoring him) What telephone company?
Him: (More insistant) Is this his wife?
Me: No, there is no Mr. Selleck here.
Him: Oh, I’m sorry. There is no need for this phone call.
Me: EXCUSE ME?!?
Him: If there is no Mr. Selleck, I don’t need to call.
Me: WHAT? Because I am a WOMAN, you don’t need to talk to me? Because there is no Mr. Selleck, I don’t matter?!
Him: (baffled) Are you Mrs. Selleck?
Me: No. I am MS. Selleck. I said there is no Mr. Selleck.
Him: Oh… I’m sorry!
Me: As I said, what telephone company are you with?
He went on to tell me that he was with MCI, and they can save me money on my phone bill since I don’t normally use my phone for long distance. Fortunately, right about that time Mike called – here to pick us up so we can head to the Island. I ditched Earl, giggling over my whole chance to rant at him over the Mr. Selleck thing!