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Friday, May 23, 2008

A Difference?


Ok, so maybe the picture is a little weird. I took this last Fall using a Paint feature on my camera - a weird setting. I could have sworn I had pictures of my front yard, but I guess not. This is all I have. The whole point is to be able to see the trees. So you can compare them to the next photos.


Yup, I managed to remove the tree! Yay for me! When the girlies went down for a nap this morning, I hauled out the chainsaw and cut the cedar down. I feel like I have accomplished more today than I have in weeks.

Of course, I thought I was going to be busy this weekend, but things change, right?

One of the ferry's was down, so the ferry service was two hours behind and Sarah couldn't make it off the island in time to see the 9:30 show of Indiana Jones tonight. And I had already bought the tickets. Arrr!! Godforesaken freaking island. And people wonder why I don't like going down there.

Then there's the Plant Sale. I read the date incorrectly ... thought it was Saturday when it is actually Sunday. So I can't go! Cuz I will be in Bangor! Damn it! Oh well, at least my aunts have a plant sale in a couple of weeks. I can get lots from them.

I did manage to get my Broccoli Salad and my Oreo Cheesecake made tonight. Big sigh of relief on that. But then, they are incredibly easy to make. Probably why I love the salad recipe so much! The Cheesecake recipe is a new one. Can't wait to taste test it!

So, what's up with everyone else? What are your plans this weekend?

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Busy, Busy

It seems like time is flying by. I never seem to have enough time to accomplish what I want. Of course, when I do have the time, Mother Nature is not cooperating.

Too many things going on and not enough time to do them in. Oye!

All starts tomorrow - Friday night is Indiana Jones with Sarah K when she gets into town, Saturday morning is the market with Sarah K, Saturday afternoon is the Plant Sale with Les (hopefully) in the early afternoon, Saturday late afternoon and evening is scrapbooking, Sunday is a trip to Bangor.

In that time, I need to carve out an hour to cut down the cedar tree in my front lawn and a few hours to put up the swing set. When will that happen? The cedar and swing set may have to wait for when the kids go down for nap during the week.

Of course, I can't save those for the following weekend. Cuz I'll be in New Hampshire! For a surprise party. We are leaving Saturday morning at 6AM to arrive in New Durham by noon. So we can be ready to go to the party at 1:30. Then we have to turn around and come home the next day.

I'm exhausted just writing about it. Crap. Kill me now.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Why Did You Do That?

As I sit here listening to Michael Buble, thinking about my convos with Nick and Sarah K this evening, it hit me. My post topic. Got it! So here it is.

Do you ever think back to some of the events in your childhood and wonder - 'why did I do that?'

I frequently do this. Which leads to 'why didn't I do that'? And the 'why didn't I say that'?

This topic is actually something I have thought a lot of today. Mainly because of Facebook.

When I was in elementary school, I rarely fit in with the girls ... there was a particular 'Queen Bee' who seemed to take a lot of pleasure in torturing me, so I tended to gravitate to the boys. In grade 5, they phased out French Immersion at Devon, so their class got transfered to ours at Park Street. And that was when I made four great friends. J, S, D, and G. All boys. All great to hang out with on the playground. Of course, I never talked about them at home and there was no way I could actually hang out with them outside of school. Why? Because my father would have had an aneurysm if he knew I was that friendly with one boy, let alone four. My father was a bit paranoid about me and the opposite sex. Even at that age. I could tell you more stories. But this post is about the 'why did you do that' moment.

So, in grade 6, my moment came. The details are vague .. I just can't remember them ... or maybe I am deliberately trying to forget them. I don't know. All I remember about the circumstances was that S was doing something - I think pinning a girl to the wall when we were playing a sadistic version of dodgeball(that's another story) - and I tried to get him off her ... which led me to that 'moment'. Why I chose to do what I did is still a mystery to me. So what did I do that was so bad? So bad that it ruined our playground friendship? Well, that would be ... well ... well ... well ... I bit him on the back. Yes! I bit him. You need to understand - I was never a biter, even as a small child. That was my sister. So what possessed me to latch my teeth into S? I still don't know. Well, I did think about a reason, but my mind shied away from it, cuz it was stupid ... and embarassing ... and stupid.

The reason this is going through my head, over and over and over again is that we are now friends on Facebook. Just recently. I added him as a friend and I really wasn't sure he would accept. But he did. I still haven't made contact with him. I am very on the fence about it. I am a bit anxious about it. Should I?

So, now that I have bared another embarrassing, totally scaring incident of my childhood, I have a question for you. What was one of your childhood 'why did I do that' moments?